novelraw Chapter 683 - 683 675 The Subcontinent Full of Death Power
Chapter 683 - 683 675 The Subcontinent Full of Death Power
Chapter 683: Chapter 675: The Subcontinent Full of Death Power Chapter 683: Chapter 675: The Subcontinent Full of Death Power “Is this a vengeful spirit?” Hank, who himself possessed extraordinary powers, quickly determined what he had encountered. After the initial horror, a strong sense of confusion spread across his face. How could he possibly encounter such a thing in his current location?
Although he had never seen one before, he had heard tales of Cloud City hovering above his home in Xena Pus, a place said to be inhabited by holy angels from the heavenly realm. With these creatures around, how could there possibly be vengeful spirits? This was completely unfeasible; there simply wasn’t any room for the undead in this realm.
So Hank took another rigorous look around his cramped living space, but he couldn’t find any traces of his departed good friend. It was as though what he’d just witnessed was indeed merely an illusion.
“Was it really an illusion?” Hank was puzzled, “Maybe I’ve been working overtime so much recently that I’m starting to hallucinate! It was probably a phantasm born from my longing for my old friend.”
After ruminating and failing to come up with a conclusion, Hank ate a piece of compressed food distributed by the factory, which would provide him with enough energy for a full day. Then, sleepiness washed over him, and he fell asleep directly on his bed…
His breaths became regular and grew louder and louder, then suddenly, he started snoring. But all of a sudden, the snoring ceased… Ah! A terrified shriek echoed, Hank sat up abruptly, gasping for breath. Sweat covered his entire body. The previously fierce pirate who plundered and burned havocs in the sea, now sat soaking wet.
“That suffocating sensation…” Hank rubbed his neck and stood up, walking to the porch of his house. He looked into the mirror hanging above and saw his current state.
His face was drenched in sweat, his hair damp and clinging to his scalp. The entire man looked like he had just been fished out from the water. His complexion was a dark purple hue, resembling that of a corpse dead from suffocation.
“I’m definitely being haunted by a vengeful spirit.” Upon seeing his current state, Hank deduced.
He had encountered many odd occurrences during his sea voyages, and naturally, ethereal undead was among them. However, back then there were stronger pirates onboard the ship who had taken care of it. Now, he was alone, with his only friend having died suddenly.
In a short moment of hesitation, Hank decided to seek help from others. He was just an ordinary bronze-level individual whose only advantage was his stronger physique, not equipped to deal with these incorporeal vengeful spirits.
After drinking two liters of water, Hank took off his sweat-drenched clothes and stepped into the bathroom to wash off the smell of sweat. After changing into a clean set of clothes and taking another look at himself in the mirror, he found the purpleness disappearing from his face, with the healthy color of a normal person gradually returning.
After arriving at his Rune Factory, Hank located his obese, pig-like Factory Director and reported his situation to him.
As expected, the fat pig mocked Hank unreservedly, not believing his account of the vengeful spirit, much like Hank had previously anticipated.
The pig also believed that it was impossible for vengeful spirits to exist in Xena Pus. Unlike those prisoners who only knew about clouds, he had seen real angels. Their pure white wings and flawless faces had captivated him – they were beings he aspired to be but could never become.
“Director, you have to believe me; I am not lying. I really encountered a vengeful spirit. When I arrived home yesterday, I truly saw Hubble’s resentful spirit.”
“Listen, scum. Do you know why you’re here? No matter what commotion you cause, you can’t escape your fate of laboring here. Don’t even think about causing any trouble. Now, get back to work.”
“Director, look at my face. If I had proper meal and rest, could it possibly be in this state?” Hank pointed at his face, which still had a touch of purple despite some color returning.
“You’re just a coward, fearing and retracting from suicide. What’s so big about that?” The pig-like Rune Factory Director looked at Hank with disdain.
He had seen this too often, many prisoners, crushed by hopelessness, attempted to take their own lives, hoping to escape a lifetime of hard labour. But ever since he took a demon to wander in his factory, no prisoner dared to commit suicide anymore.
After hearing the words of the Pig Factory Director, Hank turned away in disappointment. Under the pressure of factory security, he had to seriously carry out a full day of overloading work. Then, dragged his weary body back to his room. He once again saw the ghost of his deceased friend, sitting on his table, quietly sipping tea and even managed a friendly smile at him.
However, after almost suffocating to death in his sleep the previous night, Hank was extremely on guard against the spectre of his friend. This was not his former friend but an undead that bore a great grudge against the living.
“What on earth do you want to do to me? Do you want to kill me? Is my current life not miserable enough?” Hank shouted, his expression somewhat collapsing. But his friend just kept that eerie smile, while a fierce Qi rose from Hank, the former pirate.
“I can’t resist these giants, and now I have to endure you bringing this damn undead trouble? You were weaker than me when you were alive, do you think you are stronger than me now you’re dead?”
Hank’s face twisted, he abruptly drew a dagger from the door of his room. Putting all his strength into it, he threw the dagger at the ghost of his friend, showing no mercy. His own life was under threat, so what was the point of maintaining their friendship?
The sharp dagger stuck in the wooden table, the handle constantly trembling, while the ghost of his friend had disappeared just like the day before. Seeing this, Hank’s face totally darkened. He was just a little Bronze-level, unable to cope with the maneuvers and methods of the undead.
When the boldness of the moment dissipated, the fear in Hank’s heart immediately surged, and with a frightened and gloomy mood, Hank finished his meal, lay on the bed without willing to sleep, but his body was filled with fatigue from the day’s work. The body released the signal to rest, making it impossible for him to resist, dragging him into a dreamscape.
A muscular man sat up suddenly, letting out a frightened scream, “Damn it, again!”
He touched his neck, full of sticky sweat, and walked over to the mirror. Then he looked in horror at the discovery of two blue handprints on his neck, his face darker than the day before, more accurately it was purplish-black.
“No, I can’t go on like this. If I keep this up, I will eventually be killed by these vengeful spirits. That damn Pig Factory Director, since he is unwilling to help me solve the problem, I’ll have to take a risk myself.”
After a shower, Hank hurriedly walked onto the street. Instead of going to the Rune Factory, he looked around and soon found his target, a giant patrolling the sky with a five-headed griffin.
“If I die, I die!” Seeing the powerful giant, a fierce light appeared on Hank’s face, “It’s better being killed by a giant than being harmed by a vengeful spirit. It’s quicker that way.”
“Mighty Giant, I have important matters to report to the great Commander Barton.” Hank climbed onto the roof, using his full strength, and shouted at the patrolling cloud giant. This was his only hope now. Barton was a cloud giant leader whose name he had unintentionally learned.
“Humble mortal,” the patrolling cloud giant quickly noticed the shouting Hank on the roof. He landed in front of him, his gaze indifferent, “What kind of business do you wish to report to Commander Barton?”
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“Vengeful spirits appearing in my territory? What a joke.” From the Crystal Throne atop the Central Cloud Island, Muria opened his eyes. A crown sat on his head, a custom-made one of the Twelve Crowns, similar to the ancient crowns of Chinese emperors. Muria thought this looked more regal, far better than the traditional circular crowns.
“Perhaps because it’s close to that subcontinent and influenced by the forces of death from the subcontinent, the undead have emerged on your cloud island.”
“The Obistro Continent?” Muria’s golden and radiant eyes suddenly became deep. He looked towards the endless distance. Neither the castle walls nor the outer Cloud Island could block his vision.