novelraw Chapter 1383 - 748: The Plan
Chapter 1383 - 748: The Plan
The time Justin spent designing the circuit for Jimmy seemed excessively long. Over a week had passed without Jimmy receiving his call. He couldn't help but worry—what part of the process was having issues?
Could it be that Justin doesn't usually handle this kind of business and thus lacks the necessary resources?
Jimmy sat idly in his office, sipping tea, lost in thought. When people are bored, they tend to let their minds wander. Being too idle leads to trouble. Yet in his current position, even if he wanted to take on serious tasks, no one would assign them to him. Ruiz's previous words were very clear—him taking the initiative would be too disrespectful to those above. So even if he found cases that interested him on the computer, they wouldn't be assigned to him. He could only ponder his own matters, particularly those unofficial.
Priest Rodney had already purified his gun, though he really had no use for the third gun, so for now, it remained locked in the safe.
No clear plan for this gun yet, but for now, it wasn't the right time to give it to Nia or anyone else. When Roland reappeared, he needed to consult Roland. If they had the habit of reclaiming the Gunman's weapons, letting Roland take it back was fine. If not, he might consider giving it to Nia for self-defense or his godson Elliot.
He had two guns himself, and these two could essentially be passed down through the generations, so he wasn't worried about his family needing anything for now.
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The Dark Tower World—a place where an ancient and weary sun cast its dim, yellow light in the sky, its glow weak and powerless, seemingly reminding the world of its slow march towards an end.
The horizon lay empty, with only a few barren mountains piercing the sky like broken teeth across the arid plains. Their shadows fell on the yellow desert wasteland, offering a touch of desolate shelter.
The air was saturated with the smell of dust, while distant storms whipped up the sand like some otherworldly wailing.
The Dark Tower World was known as the Central World, linking various realms. The fabled Dark Tower was its nucleus, but this world was in decline, strewn with ruins and remnants.
Nearby towns and villages were nearly abandoned, with only crumbling walls speaking of past glories.
On deserted streets, the once bustling market now saw only the wind wandering through, occasionally hearing a half-detached door squeak in the breeze.
A few buildings offered some cover, but even these were mostly wide open, with many bloodstains leading out of the village.
A horse, saddled and bridled, wandered through the street, occasionally sniffing roadside grass, munching down some leaves.
Woodlands near the village presented twisted trees with intertwined branches, their roots protruding above ground, an eerie spectacle.
On the forest floor lay a mutated animal carcass, blood pooling around, staining the earth. Scratch marks scarred many trees, and fallen leaves scattered disorderly all around.
Roland sat by the roots of a large tree, holstering his guns, taking a sip from a water flask and breathing heavily.
After resting briefly, Roland stood and walked towards a nest formed by several entwined large trees and vines, where a pile of bodies lay stacked in the corner.
Roland searched some of the bodies and holes, then exited the nest, heading to the nearby village, first locating his horse, and then searching various rooms.
The village's inhabitants had all been taken by monsters, leaving it deserted. Roland could only search for supplies himself, no longer needing money for purchases as elsewhere.
Since returning to the Dark Tower World, he spent some time resting at his old home before needing to set out again.
The ongoing decay of the Dark Tower World had persisted for many years, with monsters and inter-world freaks frequently emerging, earthquakes and other unusual geological and weather phenomena rampant. Just after Roland had returned, an earthquake struck the nearby town where he bought daily supplies. The inhabitants initially managed to survive despite collapsing houses but eventually had to move after a monster appeared and killed several individuals.
Roland initially intended to peacefully spend his latter days, but when he ventured out for supplies, he found the place empty, turned into a monster den instead.
After slaying the monster, he had to resume searching for a suitable settlement, learning along his way that life had been tough for the inhabitants over the years. The frequency of abnormal geological activities was increasing, the monsters multiplying, while the population was dwindling.
Roland resumed his wandering lifestyle and subsequently met a Mage, from whom he learned what had become of the Central World.
Merlin's Thirteen Rainbows represented the foundational magic of this world, serving as a crucial part of its stability structure. Yet, for decades, the world's energy was changing. Being Mages, they felt the shifts most keenly.
According to the Mages, the imbalance in the underlying energy had accelerated the world's impending decline, triggering various disasters and causing the separation between worlds to falter, facilitating frequent appearances of other-world monsters, further exacerbating population changes in this world.