Nightmare's Call

Chapter 234: Fearless: Part 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Late Night. Redwinian Province H5, Pakzy Town.

“Ah... I’m bored... Is there anyone here to play...”

A blue-haired, red-eyed youth lay on the bar counter looking listless.

Behind the bar was a white-haired old bartender in uniform as he gently placed the layered cocktail before the youth.

“Dad, your cocktail.”

The old man pushed the drink over to the side of the youth’s mouth with a stern face.

“Ugh...” The blue-haired, red-eyed youth propped his head up. “Congcong, you are still that stuck-up self even after a hundred years. Should’ve just shot you into tissue back then, and raised a daughter instead. Look at Xiaoyang’s place, he has everything laid out for him. Heh...”

“Dad, I’m someone whose granddaughter has already started working. Give me some face, will you?” The old man sighed.

“As if you’re the only one who needs face...” The youth picked up the cocktail and knocked it down in one shot. “Oh right, I’ve arranged your grave plot for you already. It’s in the Third National Mausoleum.”

“Is that so? Thanks, then,” the old man responded as he wiped his hand with his hand towel. “Even after so long, you have not changed.”

“This is the power of balance. You don’t understand... the Eventide will reward us with untold powers.” The young man spun his glass about.

“Oh right, Dad. You said you had taken a disciple, and he seemed to be badly wounded by someone. Not gonna pay him a visit?” The old man suddenly asked.

“Eh, it’s fine as long as he is still alive. He’s way too over his head. While he is talented, talent alone doesn’t mean that everyone would make way for you,” the youth answered impassively.

“He is still your disciple. A disciple of the former Lord of Assassins,” the old man emphasized.

“That doesn’t matter. The dark powers do not care about one’s body, rather one’s soul. His soul is naturally strong, and to be able to reach this level by forty is already an accomplishment. For him to step further into Six Wings, what he needed was not more dark powers, but rather to train his mind and limits.” The youth smiled as he explained.

“Alright, there’s that. It’s not proper for us to get involved in the matters of our juniors. Another, Rainbow Sparkle.”

“Coming up.” The old bartender deftly pulled out a glass and started mixing.

“Oh right, you’re wrong about something just now.” The youth squinted as a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

“The new Lord of Assassins is dead, on that island...”

“So you are the strongest assassin again?” The old man flatly said.

“Wrong again.” The blue-haired youth laughed. “There was only one strongest assassin all along. Me.”

“Why?”

“Because I was the one that slew him.”

...

Blackfeather City.

Lin Sheng stood motionless as he measured the man before him.

The figure had golden hair and amethyst eyes. His glazed eyes were like a pure crystal, crystalline and permeable.

The figure belonged to a lanky but well-built. He had a black mouth cover over his mouth, as he wore black armor with gold trims.

The armor did not look heavy at all, rather it gave out an agile aura to it.

“If I did not run into you here, I’d actually take you for a living person,” Lin Sheng mumbled to himself.

At that moment, four black lines from the corpses of the ladies behind him entered his body through his back, and a torrent of memories surged into this mind.

“You are the third council member, Dyze? I’ve seen the power of the Steel Lord, so let me see what you are...”

As he stepped forward and before he could even finish speaking, he saw the latter turn away and walk into the darkness.

“Wait! You!?” Lin Sheng tried to pursue the figure.

*Ugh.*

Suddenly his vision turned black, and he did not know what happened.

As he slowly got out of bed, Lin Sheng was stunned.

“What happened just now? What was going on?”

He had no idea what happened.

“The dream ended so abruptly. Did the location change? It probably should have after this while, but Blackfeather City should have been different... I’d stayed there for a long while the last time.”

Lin Sheng pressed his face into his hand and felt sweat all over.

He got off the bed and got into the bathroom to shower.

When the warm water hit his head, he felt all the filth on him being washed away by the current. As he wiped himself dry, Lin Sheng lifted his hand, and carefully spat out strands of flame as he pointed the fire towards his hair.

*Hiss...*

The water on his head was immediately evaporated and turned into steam. Barely ten seconds later, his hair was completely dry.

As he put on his clothes, he sat by the table as he tried to analyze what happened in the dream.

But no matter what he did, he could not find anything that could give him a clue as to what had happened.

“Screw that! I’ll just head back to Blackfeather city tomorrow to investigate!”

Without any resource, Lin Sheng decided to simply just lie down and rest.

He slept all the way to the next morning. He started his meditation and played the Bloodazure harp the moment he got up.

During the afternoon, he went up the hill and turned the accumulated soul particles into sacred power. Alongside the stored amount yesterday, there were ten units of pure sacred power now.

At this moment, he should have been staying at the sanctum monitoring its progress, but that incident last night had totally occupied his mind, and he was in no mood to do anything else.

Night soon came again, and this time around Lin Sheng got his feeling checked as he laid down and his consciousness slowly sank.

*Tick tock, tick tock...*

Following the rhythmic ticking of the clock, Lin Sheng stretched his body and felt something was totally off.

“Where’s my armor?! My flaming sword?!” Only then did he realize that he was wearing the sleeping wear he had worn before bed.

“Could it be?” Lin Sheng thought of a possibility, and his heart skipped a beat.

He then looked up and around. He was standing before the Blackfeather City Grand Temple. It looked like he was just about to make his way in yet his armor and weapons were all gone.

Lin Sheng stepped through the door and slowly slipped into the hall. He then saw the corpses of the ladies laying broken on the floor. And further ahead of the corpse, was a piece of blood-red armor part. Two flaming swords lay inert on the ground, broken in two, its flame had long since died off.

This was the first time Lin Sheng saw his own dead body properly.

Yes, before him was the remaining items after his death. There was no corpse, only the remains of his broken armor and weapons.

And that confirmed Lin Sheng’s fears. That sudden blackout was him dying...

“But, when was I struck?” Lin Sheng bent down and but he did not pick up either the flaming sword or the massive scythe by the female corpse.

Without its flaming blade, the flaming sword was as good as a normal blade, no better than his fists. As for the scythe, he was not used to it.

“So based on the memories of these women here, the masked man with amethyst eyes is probably the strongest person in this temple, the third council member, Dyze, the Night Lord.

“But admiration is probably the furthest kind of emotion... Aside from fangirling, these women have given me no other information.”

Lin Sheng stood up as he recalled the memories of the slain women.