Chapter 33 About the Night Visitor

One night, Peter, wearing a nightcap, drank his bedtime tea. It was very late, and the old hunter lay in bed, thinking about the strange things he had found in the forest the night before. What kind of creature could have caused such a scene?

Filled with questions, he began to drift off to sleep when a light knock at the courtyard gate caught his attention. His first thought was that William had gone to that dangerous forest again, and that Vivian had come to find him.

He hurriedly got out of bed to open the door, but then he remembered the unknown creatures in the forest. Just in case, he took the hunting rifle that he had left at the door with him.

Because the town was located not far from the forest, all the houses had sturdy fences, and his house was no exception. He could not see the visitors outside the door through the fence.

"Excuse me, we're lost here. Could we stay here for the night?"

The voice sounded like a young woman's, but a young woman wouldn't be out asking for lodging so late at night. Old Peter became wary and asked:

"You? Who else is there besides you?"

“And…my brother,” the woman’s voice trailed off, and Sancho hesitated before blaming X for a relative. If anyone inside asked, he could just say they were out for a spring outing; siblings were more believable than a boss or employee.

"Then why are you asking? Where is your brother?" The doubts grew, and Peter gripped the gun tightly, waiting for the woman's answer.

Peter opened the door a crack and observed the situation outside by the moonlight. The woman who knocked on the door was petite and looked like an underage girl, but she was not dressed like a girl of the same age. Instead, she was wearing an overly mature suit and a red feather-like scarf around her neck on the hot summer night.

Peter was no longer able to investigate the existence of his "brother." The girl had an extremely strong smell of blood on her. As a hunter, he occasionally encountered aggressive wild beasts, but the feeling this blonde girl gave him made the hairs on his body stand on end.

He swallowed hard, his gaze shifting to the girl's face, to her glowing red eyes, which reminded him of vampire legends.

The middle-aged hunter, nearing the end of his life, couldn't help but step back. The girl outside the door, seeing this, looked at Peter with a puzzled expression and answered his question:

"Brother Guan... he was too tired and couldn't walk as fast as me, so I just came and knocked on the door. It's really inconvenient to visit so late at night. Your house is the only place to stay nearby."

Standing a little further away, X was trying to coax the alien that was clinging to his head and refusing to come down. In the end, at the cost of one hand, his eyeball was firmly fixed to the young man's palm, like a strangely shaped ring or some other hand ornament.

The blood-red, thorny branches covered the snow-white cloak, making it look as if it were embroidered with dark red patterns. In short, he was finally less conspicuous, except that his hands were bound a little tightly.

The supervisor, who had been relieved, could finally get involved in the matter of lodging. He wondered what Xiaotang would say.

Peter, on high alert, saw a white shadow flickering in the distance. His mind had completely switched to the legends. Vampires were there, but what was this? A ghost?

As Peter got closer, he realized it was a young man of medium height wearing a white cloak with dark red patterns. He looked like a normal person, with feet, completely different from the ghosts of legend.

After the man appeared, the terrifying "vampire" hid behind her brother like an ordinary girl, which made Peter breathe a sigh of relief and wonder if he was just imagining things.

The older brother didn't exude the same oppressive aura that his sister gave Peter; he seemed rather frail. If there was anything amiss, it was that he was also dressed very thickly, wearing a full set of clothes with a cloak over them. Is this some kind of fashionable look popular in big cities?

Peter, gun in hand, welcomed the lost duo in, but as the homeowner, he followed last, letting the guests walk ahead of him.

Under the faint moonlight, the snow-white cloak stood out conspicuously. Suddenly, as if his eyes were playing tricks on him, Peter saw that the patterns on the cloak seemed to move slightly. But upon closer inspection, they remained perfectly still. Was it an illusion caused by the young man's movements?

Perhaps he really should go to sleep, Peter thought to himself.

Finally, at Peter's place, X ate his first meal in two days. After being in a state of high concentration without any energy replenishment, no one could withstand it. He was practically dragged along by Sancho for the last leg of the journey to the town.

Peter has never married, and the house was built after he moved out of his parents' house. Besides his room, there is only one guest room. The lost duo are sitting in this small room now, having replenished their energy, and X can also study other things.

"So, in your eyes, I was taken away by a strange hand on Witch's Night?"

The third sinner nodded in affirmation. She knew nothing about what happened after she transmigrated until X brought her father from another world to her, which brought her back to her senses from her rage.

"So, where did your old horse go? Do you remember it?"

Sancho, who was in a state of bloodlust, was separated from her shoes when she fell into this world. X had actually asked her this question when she first met her, and now that X had lost this memory, he chose to ask it again.

“Speaking of which, Mr. Manager,” Sancho Panza, in her Sancho Panza form, was a little reserved, and she called him that title with some embarrassment, “Miss Angela said you’ve already returned to the company?”

However, the manager who should have been at the company did not arrive at the place the blue-haired secretary had mentioned, but instead stayed with himself, who was there for some unknown reason.

"Angela? Actually, I'm wondering about that too. I remember I was supposed to stay at the company and not go anywhere else?"

"Were you perhaps abducted from the company?!" That's "Wing" here!

X removed the cloak he had been wearing and hung it on a nearby rack. The silky tassel from Piercing Paradise slid down from the eyeballs that were pressed against X's palm and onto X's clothes underneath, turning the cloak pure white again, without any patterns.

"It must have been something that happened when I went to remember. I woke up in the territory of the index finger."

Thinking of that huge group of white cloaks and that unreliable Warp train, X's head was starting to ache.

X, who has never had the memory of leaving Lobotomy Corporation, naturally wouldn't know that the so-called "territory" of the index finger is actually L Nest, which has lost Lobotomy Corporation.

Compared to X, who had lost her memories of this world, Sancho learned a great deal from Cervantes during her month of lucidity, including discovering that what was presented here was clearly different from her original time.

It seemed much earlier than expected. She glanced at the manager who was staring at her in disbelief at the Piercing Paradise, and began searching for something that could prove the time. In a corner, she found a brand new calendar. She looked at the year and saw that it was exactly forty years older than her original date.

"Sir, we are currently in the past, forty years ago."

She announced the bad news to X, and the second-generation family member couldn't help but worry. She could ignore the passage of time, but what should she do as the ruler of humanity? X looked at Sancho, whose face had changed and who looked very worried, and comforted him:

"It doesn't matter, it's just forty years."

To be honest, X felt that Angela would never let him roam freely outside for so long. Besides, the time he spent working in the past day might have been more than forty years. As for time, he could just endure it.

Sancho looked at the dark-haired youth who didn't seem to care about the time difference and felt a strange sense of powerlessness. Was it just a matter of how much time had passed? What if he got old?

Actually, X was relieved to have another acquaintance. At least if he lost control of Piercing Paradise, he would have someone to suppress him. It was just that there was no EGO for her to use...

“Master Administrator, you should rest.” The young man, who looked very haggard after two days of hard work, thought of the management regulations he had been told and suggested, “You should go to sleep first. If He makes any unusual moves, I will call you immediately.”

The human before her was different from the master she remembered. He had a human head and needed to sleep, so it was the safest decision for her to take the night watch.

X didn't stand on ceremony with her; this was the safest approach. His heart rate had already increased, and if he didn't sleep soon, there was a high probability that he would die suddenly.

After explaining the precautions, the young man closed his eyes, and almost instantly, he fainted and knew nothing more.

As X's vision disappeared, the anomaly began to spread its wings, which, from their irregular shapes, coalesced back into the shape of a small tree. As the small eyeballs reappeared, they kept turning, and the room was filled with the sticky sound of flesh rubbing together.

Finally, all the eyeballs turned to the young man who was in a deep sleep, ignoring Sancho sitting in the chair. The large eyeball that was still in the palm of his hand also returned to the very center of the "tree" through the fine veins.

Unlike in the containment chamber or the forest, He is now still small in size and has not taken root in the ground, but rests entirely on the young man's chest.

He was already very tired. Although he wasn't looking at himself, he didn't look anywhere else either. So, Piercing Paradise generously didn't cause any trouble and just stayed there quietly.

X, who was in a deep sleep, had a dream in which he was pressed hard on the chest by a dog-shaped creature called Nothingness. He couldn't move and even breathing became difficult. He kept trying to push this "most obedient dog" away, but no matter how he pushed, it wouldn't budge.

And so, he was pinned down by the dog all night. Finally, he struggled to wake up and saw that what was pressing on his chest was not the nothingness from his dream, but the Piercing Paradise staring intently at him with a bunch of eyes. So it was you!

"Sancho, you should go to sleep."

Staying up all night seemed to have no effect on the Blood Demon; her eyes still shone with a blood-red light, showing no sign of fatigue.