novelraw Chapter 552: Relics of the Shattered World
Chapter 552: Relics of the Shattered World
Then, under the gaze of thousands of Night Doctors, Lynn neatly put on the brand-new Night Doctor set, the only sound in the entire venue being the rustling of his clothes, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Silence.
Finally.
"Reporting to Sir Aiwen! All dressed and ready for orders, meow!"
Lynn stood at attention and shouted.
After all, with so many people around, he couldn't keep acting as casually as before. Every single person here was the cream of the crop, so he still had to show basic military discipline.
Sir Aiwen took a deep breath and said, "Don't fall in line. Grab a little stool from the side and sit down on your own."
"Yes, sir!"
Lynn turned around, carried a little stool over, and under the gaze of thousands, followed Sir Aiwen's orders, sat down next to the podium, holding Alice in his arms.
One high, one low.A little stool sat next to the podium.
For a moment, the atmosphere grew even more awkward.
Then, amid this awkward atmosphere, Sir Aiwen gritted his teeth and forced himself through a motivational speech for all the Night Doctors present.
But it was painfully obvious that the Night Doctors' attention could no longer focus on the podium.
Because if they looked forward, the first thing they saw was inevitably Lynn, sitting ramrod straight on his little stool right next to the podium, listening with a dead-serious expression, a loli in his arms. Just sitting there made him a massive source of attention interference.
Fortunately, Sir Aiwen's mental fortitude was strong enough.
He systematically got through everything he needed to say, then took a deep breath and announced:
"Everyone, go prepare. Wait for my orders, then we move out. Dismissed!"
"Yes, sir!"
With a crisp, synchronized shout, the disciplined Night Doctor troops disbanded.
Then Sir Aiwen turned his head helplessly and looked at Lynn, who was sitting bolt upright by his podium, staring at the thousands of Night Doctors.
"Alright, stop stealing the spotlight. In all of Nightfall City's Night Doctors, you're the only one with this level of thick skin. Feeling good now?"
Lynn adjusted his monocle, staring at the crowd ahead, and said:
"You misunderstand, Brother Aiwen. I'm not trying to steal the spotlight, and I'm not trying to cause trouble. It's just that the view is great from here—I can take in every single comrade at a glance."
Sir Aiwen was momentarily taken aback.
Lynn squinted and lowered his voice: "We need to watch out for the Plague Doctors, Brother Aiwen. They worm their way into everything. The previous camps fell apart because they got infiltrated. We can't afford to let our guard down."
Aiwen's heart stirred, and he asked, "Did you notice something?"
He knew.
This young man might not take things seriously, but everything he did had a strong purpose behind it.
Plus, he possessed strange abilities that no one else knew about.
Lynn adjusted his monocle and gestured with a smile:
"First row, 54th from the left. Fourth row, 23rd from the left. Seventh row, 1st from the left, 42nd. Last row, 29th, 71st."
Lynn smiled as he spoke, scribbling down the names of those Night Doctors he had his eye on, then circled the words "Plague Doctor."
The implication was clear.
Sir Aiwen's eyes narrowed instantly.
And the way Lynn identified them was simple—he just used the System to check their panels one by one, quickly getting the name and life resume of everyone present.
In other words.
As long as he was around, he was a portable, human-shaped traitor detector.
Lynn adjusted his monocle and said slowly:
"Brother Aiwen, do you trust me, meow?"
Sir Aiwen said slowly, "Of course."
Lynn gave a mysterious smile: "Then I'll hand you the list. I won't ask about your arrangements. They'll probably send word to the Plague Doctors in the city soon. There's no way they missed a gathering this big, meow."
Sir Aiwen stared seriously at Lynn on his little stool, his gaze unreadable.
Clearly.
In his eyes, the mysterious aura surrounding Lynn had grown even thicker.
Then Sir Aiwen called over several Night Doctor guards exuding powerful auras and gave them some instructions. The guards immediately saluted with one fist to their chests, quietly activated Ghost Mode, and vanished.
"Don't worry about what comes next. I'll have people handle it properly."
A smile spread across Sir Aiwen's face.
Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a thick book.
"Take a look at this?"
Lynn froze for a moment, then his breathing became rapid.
There, on the title page, were those glaringly familiar words.
The Book That Makes You Horny Just by Reading It!
"Big Brother, did you find them all?!"
Lynn shot to his feet, absolutely ecstatic.
Sir Aiwen's lips curled up, a spring breeze on his face, and with a light snap of his fingers, five books landed neatly in Lynn's hands with a soft thud-thud-thud.
But besides those six books, with a crisp metallic clang, a pitch-black surgical knife materialized out of thin air in front of Lynn.
The Night Demon Blade!
Sir Aiwen shook his head, clapped his hands, and said:
"I managed to get six of the books back for you, but I couldn't find The Book That Kills You If You Read It. I also went to the spot you told me about to look for your companion. I searched the entire Cursed City, but there was still no trace of it. Sorry."
Lynn hugged the books in his arms, paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully:
"But it should be fine. If Little Treasure was in danger, my heart would definitely feel something. Since I don't, that means it's safe for now. It probably just got lost and ended up somewhere weird, meow."
He wasn't worried about Little Treasure.
After all, it was pretty strong, and in the Cursed City, with its heart and brain nearby, it probably wouldn't die.
But that The Book That Kills You If You Read It was a bit trickier.
Because if that book fell into enemy hands, it could cause them a huge headache.
An instant-death effect.
That was a super weapon that could affect even Root-level beings.
"Don't rush. We can take our time looking for it in the Cursed City."
Sir Aiwen shook his head, then turned his gaze to Lynn's face.
"But I still want to warn you—if possible, don't go near 002 anymore. That quill is an ancient relic that fell from the Shattered World. We know very little about it. Its aggression isn't high, but the abilities it possesses... even the Matriarch and I wouldn't dare underestimate them."
Lynn listened, looked at Sir Aiwen's serious expression, thought for a moment, and asked hesitantly:
"An ancient relic from the Shattered World, meow?"
He vaguely remembered.
The Cat Mama family also came from that so-called Shattered World.
It seemed like every being from that world had the potential for Reality Warping, but he had no idea what kind of world it actually was.
Sir Aiwen looked up and said:
"Honestly, I don't know much either. I only started researching the relics of that world after I fell into the Dark World."
"It seems to be a special world half a tier higher than the upper main universe. And judging by the fact that relics are still falling from time to time, that world probably hasn't completely shattered yet. It might still be locked in a stalemate with that Calamity."
"And without exception—"
He turned and stared seriously at Lynn.
"The Reality Warping abilities derived from the relics or beings that fell from that world all tend to lean toward..."
"Rules."
At those words, Lynn was jolted.
Sir Aiwen said slowly: "Of course, that's just my speculation. Our understanding of that world is far too shallow. Even the beings that fell from the Shattered World only know fragments about their own world. But without exception, they are all extremely dangerous. And 002 is likely one of the most dangerous among the known relics."
Lynn asked in confusion: "Then how did we manage to contain that quill in Nightfall City, meow? If it's so dangerous..."
Sir Aiwen was silent for a moment.
Then he finally closed his eyes and said:
"It said it wanted a quiet desk. I said our place was quiet and had a desk."
"..."
"And then it was contained?"
"It was contained."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"..."
Lynn was speechless.
It seemed a bit absurd, but it also kind of made sense. Beings that fell into this world really couldn't be judged by common logic.
"So besides the 002 quill, are there any other relics from the Shattered World in Nightfall City, meow?"
Lynn asked.
Sir Aiwen closed his eyes and said: "Of course. For example, there's one right here right now. It's managed to influence everyone in the entire base, up and down, without being noticed. That's pretty ridiculous, if you ask me."
Lynn: "???"