The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1148 - 345: Holy City Residents Urging for Updates (Part 2)

However, amidst this tranquil yet bustling daily life, a new wave quietly seeped into the lives of the Holy City Citizens.

Holy City, Wise Street.

The afternoon sun was warm and gentle, and the "White Dove Cafe" by the street was filled with the rich aroma of coffee and the buzzing chatter of people speaking lightly and jokingly.

Mr. Clark, an accountant, was a regular here. He would usually order a cup of black coffee and spend an hour reading the "Holy City Daily News" to understand the business trends inside and outside the city.

But today was different; the newspaper in his hand was a little-known "New World Newspaper."

The front page of this paper provided a detailed report on yesterday's city-stirring funeral, with detailed and informative content written in an easy-to-understand style, worth a read.

However, what truly attracted Mr. Clark was the second page—the story with the almost essay-length title "Baron Cosia's Drifting Story."

He read the prologue almost in one breath, completely forgetting the cup of coffee gradually cooling in front of him.

"My God, that storm... it's like the roar of Hell!"

He murmured unconsciously, leaning forward, eyes glued to the words on the page as if he too were aboard the "White Whale" struggling amidst the giant waves.

Especially when he read about the Baron being swallowed by the sea and then miraculously awakening on the beach, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Saint Sis above!"

A citizen at the next table, apparently a kindred spirit, looked up and gave Mr. Clark a mutual understanding glance, speaking in a lowered voice.

"Sir, are you also reading Baron Cosia's story? It's truly thrilling... isn't it?"

"Yes, it's unbelievable!"

As if finding a soulmate, Mr. Clark responded excitedly, "I really want to know what this poor Baron will do next! And what exactly is on that strange land?"

His fingers trembled slightly with excitement as he eagerly turned the newspaper to the next page, eyes eagerly searching the layout.

Yet, there was nothing.

The next page was filled with trivial city tidbits and a few small advertisements.

Mr. Clark was stunned. He quickly flipped through the newspaper again, until he reached the end of the prologue on the second page, only then did he see the words written like a devil's whisper—

(To be continued)

???

"Damn it! What next? How could it just end there?!"

An uncontrollable groan squeezed out of Mr. Clark's throat.

He felt like his heart was tightly gripped by an invisible hand and then suspended high, neither able to go up nor down.

The suspense of the story, the concern for the Baron's fate, the curiosity about the unknown continent all transformed into ten thousand ants crawling on his heart and lungs, making him restless.

He irritably put the newspaper down, yet couldn't help picking it up again, repeatedly staring at the "to be continued" as if wanting to burn through it with his eyes to see the text behind.

And he wasn't the only citizen cursing that line "to be continued" here.

Though newspapers sometimes serialized short stories, they always had a beginning and an end, never dropping an ambiguous ending so irresponsibly and disappearing.

Soon, Mr. Clark heard a curse from afar.

"Damn it! Which newspaper office on earth runs this 'New World Newspaper'? They have the audacity to tantalize people with such shameless tricks!"

The man wearing a bowler hat cursed indignantly, but his body honestly made a decision, "They'd better put the rest of the story in the next issue! I swear, once they finish this headless and tailless story, I will never buy another issue of this lousy newspaper! Not one more issue!"

Hearing his curse, the man sitting not far from him took a sip of coffee and said with a bitter smile.

"Friend, I think you'd better worry about whether you'll be able to buy one. This kind of small newspaper sells out quickly. I just wanted to buy another copy from the paperboy to show my wife, but that young fellow told me they've already sold out... Saint Sis above, they printed only 2,000 copies of such an exciting story! Did they do it on purpose?!"

Mr. Clark absent-mindedly finished his long-cold coffee, carefully folded the "New World Newspaper," and placed it snugly into his briefcase, as if it was some precious treasure.

He made up his mind; the first thing he'd do tomorrow when he goes out is to snatch a freshly printed issue of the "New World Newspaper" from the paperboy's hands, to learn about Baron Cosia's fate and that mysterious continent.

His mind was full of beaches, deserted islands, the Baron cast adrift... as if he were that poor soul abandoned by the storm on the beach, enduring the scorching sun.

On this day, in countless corners of the Holy City, many citizens like Mr. Clark were experiencing that sweet yet painful "torment."

The Holy City's newspapers had never published such an engaging story, especially with a protagonist no longer a Princess and Knight, but an ambitious, even rebellious man.

Unwilling to live under the shelter of his ancestors, he wanted to venture out on his own, punished by fate, yet with his wisdom and courage, he forged a path toward wealth in the wilderness.