Chapter 36 About Outsiders
Using the "Piercing Elysium" headdress from Piercing Paradise and the "card" that inexplicably reappeared beside the supervisor, Lobotomy Corporation finally found the appropriate timeline and contacted the supervisor who had somehow acquired a body.
"Mr. Shakespeare, thank you for the EGO trinkets."
Even knowing that the trinket was most likely left behind by her supervisor, she still returned the Piercing Ecstasy to the British transcendent in front of her, the little boy who had once squatted in the tree and witnessed everything.
"What incredible technology! Can it really transcend time?"
Looking at all this, what didn't he know? That "fairy" who seemed like something out of an evil fairy tale was actually just an unexpected visitor who had lost his way in time.
Cervantes felt much more at ease after hearing about Sancho's whereabouts; otherwise, what if the deal fell through? He just never expected that his special ability would be summoned away by someone else.
The dark-haired youth, who was being "missed" by a certain Spaniard, sneezed. Was the wind too strong overhead? He switched places with Sancho. The Blood Demon had his eyes tightly closed, his hands gripping his clothes tightly, his head buried in his cloak, leaving only his body outside.
Yes, they were above the sea. Sancho almost fainted on the spot. He was now in a state of "out of sight, out of mind." As long as he couldn't see the water, there was no water here!
The wind whistled in Sancho's ears, constantly reminding her that there was a vast expanse of sea beneath her feet. In this world, large lakes were called oceans, and there weren't many rules to follow. But just thinking about it made Sancho feel extremely nauseous.
In the Blood Demon's relentless, agonizing passage of time, she sensed Nuxin descending with rare speed. Her head remained buried in her cloak, maintaining her ostrich-like posture, and she asked in a muffled voice:
"Have we arrived yet?" She didn't even want to mention the word "water."
"They're here, they're here."
Look how scared the child is.
They had already crossed the strait and were quite far from the beach, at a distance where they couldn't even smell the seawater. He deliberately avoided populated areas and found a secluded corner to stop.
Sancho's face still looked like he was about to vomit. He changed his shoes, looking pale and sickly. The crowd density here was obviously higher than where they started. The Blood Demon's appearance was still too conspicuous.
The cloaked youth, followed by a disgusted blonde girl, was heading east when they were stopped before they could take more than a few steps.
"Don Quixote?"
A tall man dressed in a black suit, looking out of place on the beach, looked at his "colleague" following behind a person wearing an index finger cloak.
She looked exactly like the person in his memory. How could she be hanging out with the people from the index finger? And she looked so listless. The strangest thing was that this was the seaside, and the Blood Demon would never come to a place like this on his own initiative.
Upon hearing her name, the blonde girl instinctively turned around and saw Meursault standing there stiffly, expressionless.
"What's wrong?" The young man stopped as well and saw the human-machine Lao Wu standing in the shadows.
Why are you guys appearing one after another? To be honest, although neither of you are wearing LCB uniforms, the two of you are currently wearing matching black suits, so you really do look like you come from the same company.
The man in the suit sized up the man he had just identified as "Index Finger" and changed his greeting, saying, "Long time no see, Manager. Congratulations on finding your way back."
The area was very crowded, and X was constantly distracted by the state of the Piercing Paradise, trying to prevent Him from having the idea of stringing together the fruits. Hearing the man's calm, unwavering voice, he asked the biggest question at hand:
How did you all recognize me?
“I…I recognized the manager at a glance!” The somewhat dejected Third Sinner spoke first, but back at Peter’s house, she had already said that she was the one who approached her.
"Based on your clothing, I initially mistook you for someone related to the index finger, but upon closer inspection, I can clearly sense the connection between us..."
Meursault, who looked like a social elite, began his speech. Contrary to his appearance, he was speaking at a fast but steady pace, explaining to the dark-haired youth why he had recognized him.
Interspersed among them were Don Quixote's protests; in short, it was very noisy.
"...Then how did you and Don Quixote end up here?"
After finishing his lengthy discourse, Meursault raised his own question.
"In short, it's all W Company's fault."
In order to keep an eye on Piercing Paradise in this crowded place, the black-haired youth kept his eyes almost closed, his gaze fixed downwards on Piercing Paradise.
He only glanced at the man once, when checking the voice, to confirm his identity; the rest of the time he listened and answered, but didn't look.
"You really didn't join the Index Finger?" The black-haired youth with his eyes closed looked exactly like the Index Finger members he had seen before.
"I know that! The administrator needs to keep an eye on the anomalies and can't take his eyes off them!"
"Meursault, what brings you here?" the young man asked the unexpected visitor who had interrupted them, still in his pose.
“Manager, I am not human in my current state. You can think of me as an anomaly or a twisted life form. I belong to another person, just like the Blood Demon’s kin. I also need to obey the current superior.”
"Have you also become someone else's superpower?"
Meursault's account is consistent with Sancho's; both of them appear as having "supernatural abilities."
"Just like Cervantes to me!"
Don Quixote came to this conclusion, and then she looked around to see no other strangers who had noticed them.
Noticing Don Quixote's actions, Meursault explained:
“Mr. Camus has his own unique abilities, and I am not necessary for him.”
For Camus, he was more like an outsider, an unexpected product. As a psychic with the ability to manipulate time, Camus was more inclined to his innate ability and didn't know how to use what was classified as a humanoid ability.
After Camus's other superpower reached its peak, he was left to his own devices by Camus. As long as he didn't leave France, he could go anywhere. Even leaving France was not a problem after reporting to Camus.
Before he knew it, he had wandered to this coastline and was gazing at the islands opposite.
"Are you leaving with us?" the manager, who looked like a member of the Index Finger gang, asked the outsider. Meursault frequented various entertainment venues and was familiar with the lives of the gangs and residents protected by the Index Finger.
The messengers of the index finger would relay instructions to the members of the index finger and the residents of the territory. For the index finger, instructions were everything. The manager with drooping eyelashes was dark and indifferent, just like the messengers he had seen before.
Is this a proposal? Or an order?
“If that’s your wish,” Meursault said, his usual decisiveness replaced by an ambiguous tone.
Wait a minute? Does this mean he agreed or not? How did the fifth brother become a riddle-maker? Has he been possessed by Binah?
Don Quixote nudged the man in the lumbar region with his elbow and whispered a suggestion:
"Why not let the manager negotiate with your Mr. Camus? I was essentially bought from Mr. Cervantes."
As she spoke, she blinked her amber eyes twice.
"Mr. Camus stayed in Paris for a long time."
"Very good, our destination is Paris! Come, show me the way!"
"Don Quixote, this distance requires transportation."
Seeing that the two were probably penniless, Meursault took the initiative to lead them to the station. This era was far less prosperous than later times, and they still needed to depart from the platform.
"Don Quixote, I remember you saying that I traded energy for you?"
Don Quixote nodded. "Have you thought about something?"
"We don't have companies in this era, let alone energy. How can we take over Meursault?"
“Well…” Don Quixote suddenly lowered his voice, as if he were a thief, “Let’s sneak away.”
The tall young man listened silently to their conversation, and just as the topic was about to veer off in a strange direction, he interrupted:
"Manager, in fact, Mr. Camus will not stop me from leaving."
“Let’s go and say hello to Mr. Camus and tell him where you’re going,” even though that destination seems rather far-fetched.
Inside the station, the ticket seller looked suspiciously at the black-haired young man with his eyes closed. He was dressed so warmly in the middle of summer. If they hadn't been brought by an important person, she would have suspected that they were up to something.
Because of Meursault's special status, Unregistered No. 1 and Unregistered No. 2 successfully boarded the train bound for Paris.
The man Meursault called Monsieur Camus, to X's surprise, was someone who could no longer be described as young; he looked like a complete teenager.
Her dark brown curly hair was neatly combed and fell smoothly beside her still slightly chubby cheeks. Her light blue eyes looked at the group of people who had come to visit with a hint of surprise.
Albert Camus, who was actually over forty years old, listened to their purpose with a serious expression. Due to the influence of his special ability, he would periodically switch between old age and youth, and today he was in his teenage years.
In his clear blue eyes, there was a strange kind of compassion as he looked at Meursault, who was acting spontaneously for the first time. This was his second superpower. Unlike Sisyphus, who accompanied him throughout his life, Meursault only appeared when he was in his twenties.
Even after more than twenty years, he still maintained that indifferent and aloof demeanor. His colleagues had teased him more than once, saying that his humanoid ability was like a machine, quietly following behind him.
From then on, Camus began to let him roam freely, wanting to see what his superpower would do and whether it would change. Finally, he got his chance!
Camus thought for a moment and then suggested, “I have some business to attend to in Istanbul. Would you like to come with me? You can take a plane from there to Japan.”
He looked at the leader, who had his eyes downcast and seemed to be looking at something with his eyes closed. Unlike Meursault and the little girl, the black-haired young man had unusual mental fluctuations, but he couldn't sense any emotions from him, whether it was the young man or the "abnormal" one.
Meursault was his superpower, and he wasn't really a citizen, but the unusual mental fluctuations in the young man gave him a bad feeling. He decided to watch them leave.
It just so happens that an old friend gave him a few tickets for the Orient Express a couple of days ago, and the final stop happens to be an airport that leads to Japan, so it can't be considered that he lied to him.
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