Chapter 90
"In short, we'll divide into three parts to do what we need to do next." Yak rubbed his temples. "That's roughly the arrangement, barring any unforeseen circumstances."
He covered his mouth with his hand, as if he were yawning. Indeed, that was to be expected; barring any unforeseen circumstances, this guy was incredibly sleepy.
It's morning now. He's spent some time memorizing the city map and planning his schedule. How can he rest now?
In short, Chullier takes Denos and Deedri to find the little spider and the two cats, while Ark and Apari try to find Lady. Karl is a member of the church, and Ark doesn't think he'll follow orders, so he doesn't assign him any tasks.
In short, the search for personnel must be completed within one day, and then we will assemble tomorrow to deal with the giant monster outside. Before that, someone needs to be responsible for gathering all available troops.
It sounds simple, but there are too many uncertainties.
First of all, the fact that Spider-Man isn't coming back means he's encountered some problem, and a problem won't be easily solved.
Although it was a demon leading two high-powered ordinary units, Ark felt that it was quite possible to hold off the little spiders.
Despite its appearance, the little spider is the most reliable member of the team—that little black ball. Although it often causes trouble, Ark knows very well that with its combat power, it's hard for it to really get into any real trouble.
Similarly, Lady hasn't even figured out what happened yet.
Ultimately, everything happened yesterday and last night. No matter what, Ark couldn't figure out exactly what happened yesterday.
Oh, speaking of which, it seems Ghost Lord brought a very special girl. We still don't know exactly what she is, but her hair is definitely exceptionally long.
Besides that, what other characteristics does it have? Well, I haven't seen any yet, but anyway, its hair is exceptionally long.
It seems like they didn't even have a conversation, but Apali said they would help raise the child, so she didn't pay much attention.
After all, this world is so dangerous, and children are important no matter where they are. Caring for lonely children is a duty that should be fulfilled within this palace.
"What about me? What about me?" Ghost Duke looked around but couldn't find what he needed to do.
"You... well, didn't you bring back a girl? Take good care of her, and I'll leave the matter of arranging the carriage to you for now."
As for Ghost Duke... well, at first she thought he was just being modest when he said he couldn't do anything, but after spending time with him, she's certain that he really is as useless as he said.
Because of their past experiences, they don't even have any normal information to share.
However, the vehicle has enough supplies to support a freeloader. While it's not that they dislike him, not including him in the plan is a form of underestimation of him.
"Really? That's fine too." Ghost Duke didn't find anything strange about it.
Although he did hope to get some more interesting missions.
Just like in an extremely difficult dungeon, everyone leading the raid is doing a lot of things, and many people are doing interesting things. Even the healers in the back have to work hard to raise the health bar.
He's the only one who can really do anything but guard the base; the moment he appears in front of a monster, his health bar is emptied. Because his attacks are area-of-effect (AOE), he can't even stall for more than a few rounds... Maybe the monsters dislike him too? After all, if his level is too low, he doesn't seem to get much experience.
But then again, he looked up and suddenly saw the expression on Ark's face.
I understood the general meaning at a glance; it was probably done through some kind of psychological manipulation.
It's just a matter of letting him leave at this moment, to get him out of this room.
Is it because I'm about to hear something I can't bear to hear? That makes sense. If I had something to hide, I wouldn't tell someone who wouldn't be involved in any of the steps.
Ignorance is good; at least it won't be too dangerous.
Ark covered his mouth with his hand and then yawned. He watched the guy leave, looking a little sleepy.
After the door closed, everyone else in the room slowly stood up.
Without saying much, he left, leaving only Apari sitting next to him.
"Hmm, do you need to take a nap?" Apari looked at Ark, who was sitting there holding his head, with a smile. "I can sleep with you, but I won't move."
"Don't joke with me." Ark rubbed his temples. "I'm just a little..."
"Tired? If that's what you meant, ha, ha, ha ha ha." Apari laughed, a really happy laugh, her eyes even turning into little crescent moons.
She's already a very pretty girl, and with that kind of smile, she might really be captivating.
But it was cold, extremely cold. That hearty smile only made it seem like the self-mockery of a demon in hell.
Yak looked at her smile. The room was quite large, but all that could be heard in the vast room was the echo of her laughter.
But he didn't say anything. He just smiled slowly for about three minutes before stopping when he heard her breathing heavily.
“Tell me the truth, Ark. At least tell me the truth.” Apari’s laughter finally stopped, but she watched as the guy’s expression slowly darkened. “I’m friends with you, right? At least tell me what you’re worried about, considering I’ve provided you with a place to stay.”
“What else could it be? Just unease.” Ark looked at her expressionlessly and said, “I’m very uneasy. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. The last time I felt this way… I don’t remember when.”
"From when?"
Thirty years ago.
The air suddenly fell silent. Apari looked at Yak, carefully observing his expression.
I really don't know what you can glean from that expression.
Do you know why?
"have no idea."
"Is it just unease?"
"It's just a simple feeling of unease. Actually, I have nightmares every night... My excuse to others is that I make up for the time by sleeping more often. Please keep this a secret for me."
"Besides this, do you have any other ideas?"
“No, for the past thirty years I’ve been trying to find the reason for my unease. Especially don’t tell Denos, who’s been with me since he was a teenager. That was the most unsettling time of my life; I didn’t know what was wrong, so I went frantically to any place I could think of where things might be wrong.” Acton paused, then said, “That guy probably guessed part of it; he’s been trying to ask me a lot of questions lately.”
"Aren't you going to tell Denos?"
“No, I don’t plan to. I plan to send this guy away in a few years. As a human, he’d better live a peaceful life. The only ones who need to worry are us old monsters.” Acton paused and said, “Thank you very much.”
"What are you thanking me for?"
“I came here to find you, even though internally we were supposed to send Lady home. But she’s never actually mentioned wanting to go home. I’ve just been using common sense to get her to think about coming back.” Acton paused and said, “Please keep this a secret.”
“Yes, yes, if everyone knew you had this ability, they would probably think you were someone to stay away from.” Apari paused and said, “You don’t mind if I call it ‘common sense guidance’?”
“No objection, it’s something like that anyway. I can guide what others want to do because the malice I can sense is, frankly, a kind of desire. By guiding this desire, I can make others subconsciously conform to my pace. Of course, the most common method is to make unrelated people forget about me, or to give some people the illusion that they know me.” Acton paused and said, “But it’s useless when there is conscious resistance. This is not coercion, it’s just guidance.”
“Even so, you still managed to use such underhanded tactics. Didn’t you manage to make that girl fall for you? What a gentleman.” Aparie paused and said, “So, what exactly is the reason you came to me?”
“Anyone who is not immortal is connected to a great question related to the world, and you belong to the demons, you are immortal. I only started thinking about coming to find my old friend a few years ago.”
"But you're only telling me this now? You should have told me last night."
“I’ve been searching for the cause for thirty years and still don’t know why, so what’s a little more time?” Acton paused and said, “I have no clue. Maybe I’m broken. I’ve developed paranoia. I’m clearly just an insignificant part of this world, but because of a momentary delusion, I’ve started to suspect that the world is facing a huge crisis. Maybe I’m too arrogant. Arrogant guys like me deserve to die.”
As it said this, it pinched its temples: "I'm so tired, but I don't know how to rest."
“Then keep doing what you’re supposed to be doing. Now is not the time to rest.” Aparie seemed quite dissatisfied with his state: “Do you think it’s good for you to rest now? I mean, do you know how many people are busy right now? Everyone is working their butts off while you’re thinking about resting? Seriously, I’m starting to think you’re a really terrible guy, in every sense of the word.”
"I think so too... Haha, haha. Sometimes I really hate myself, I really hate myself." Acton paused and said, "Do I seem fake to you?"
“None of it is true. Even now, I can’t be sure if you’re telling the truth or lying, if you’re just putting on an act or if it’s actually true.” Apari paused and said, “But I know you should have recovered from this state by now. The pretty girl you brought is still waiting for you to rescue her. So now, push the carriage and take me to where the accident happened.”
Ark looked at her face. This guy had gone from teasing her at the beginning, to mocking her later... and now he was expressionless.
Perhaps people who live too long will develop this annoying expression, because they have experienced too much joy and sorrow.
There are just too many, so many that it makes you wonder why you even have feelings about these things.
It just happened; now we need to figure out how to resolve it.
Then accept the outcome, whatever it may be. Because whether you accept it or not, the event has already happened. If you can't change it, you can only accept it.
Feeling miserable for a year is still miserable, feeling miserable for a week is still miserable... feeling miserable for a few seconds is also miserable.
Perhaps you'll get used to it after seeing it so many times.
Yak got up, came up behind her, and pushed the wheelchair out of the room.
Strictly speaking, they didn't leave through the door; they simply vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.
The large room was completely empty. After the visitors had all left, only a heartbreaking silence remained.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Ghost Duke walked in.
He looked around to make sure no one else was there, then silently walked to the spot where Ark had just been.
There is blood on it.
This guy is injured, I don't know why.
Ghost Lord had been wondering why Ark kept covering his mouth with his hand; he was probably coughing up blood.
It was a clumsy method, but no one in the huge room noticed.
Those who know him understand that he uses his abilities to divert other people's attention elsewhere, while those who don't, like Ghost Lord, can only feel that the script's logic has gone wrong at this point, and that these people are programmed not to notice Ark's hemoptysis.
As for why I discovered this now, was it pre-programmed?
Or rather, it was a victory of one's own resistance against the so-called will of God?
Ghost Duke thought about it absentmindedly, then tried to wipe away some of the bloodstains with a handkerchief.
Although he didn't know why he did it, he always felt it was wrong for Ark's blood to remain here.
After all, many novels feature magic that uses blood as a medium, and if Ark's blood is left here, it might be used by some people.
So let's wipe it off. Maybe we can use this handkerchief later to take a closer look at what this guy's blood is.
But when his hand touched the blood before that, and in the blink of an eye, half a finger inexplicably turned into pieces.
It turned into black sand.
"It hurts so much," Ghost Duke whispered, looking at his severed finger.
Is the blood of monsters really that poisonous?
If my body was damaged like this the moment we touched it, then if there had been hostility from the beginning, I would probably be in even worse shape now.
Ghost Duke looked at his right palm, and only a few seconds later, half of his hand rotted away before the spread of corruption finally stopped.
He looked at his hands, then at the chair.
Sure enough, the chair should have been moved away entirely from the beginning.
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