Carefree Path of Dreams - Chapter 1150 - Descend Again
“Mistake… and terrible things?” Nietzsche’s eyes were at a loss.
“It’s the ghouls’ contamination… After a few rounds of verification, we’ve finally found out that when the number of ghoul deaths reaches a certain extent, there will be an impact on those at the scene. It won’t necessarily occur, but undoubtedly, the greater the contact or the darker the person is, the greater the possibility of being affected…” Clayon rubbed his brows. “Hannibal was an ordinary person with a normal life and social relations, but it’s also a fact that he became a ghoul. There’s no doubt that it’s because of such contamination!”
“Contaminator…” Nietzsche murmured, now more knowledgeable about Extraordinaries. At the same time, he realized that Mr. Andy from the convenience store truly had not joked with him.
Even ghouls that looked like they were easy to deal with were too scary for normal humans.
“I understand. What do you need to check?”
“Give me a drop of your blood!” Clayon said.
Nietzsche did as he was told, and a doctor soon walked out with a test tube.
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“It only takes about ten minutes for the verification… Now, let’s talk about something else. I’m really sorry about Vivienne.” Clayon sighed. “I originally wanted to bring her into the Investigation Agency…”
“Let’s talk about the ghoul that got away, Hannibal. He seems different from other ghouls…” Nietzsche said without any expression.
“Yes, he’s very different. After ghouls are killed, they will spread something around them, be it bacteria, viruses, or something we don’t know yet. The people affected by it will desire flesh and blood, having an insatiable appetite somewhat similar to binge-eating patients. Hannibal accepted the changes wholeheartedly and became even more powerful!”
Clayon sighed. “Simon was the first to realize something wrong with me. Headquarters then started targeted treatment on me. And I became what you see now…”
Nietzsche was silent for quite some time as he gazed at Clayon. “This… really can’t be considered as fully healed…”
“It’s just diet therapy. Much better than what I had to go through previously. You didn’t see the colleagues who failed the treatment. But my doctor told me that from now on, I must curb my desire to binge, and I especially can’t eat meat, better to become a vegetarian…”
Clayon spread his palms in a gesture of resignation.
“That’s… really unfortunate!” Nietzsche thought about fried chicken, barbequed meat, and that delicious beef steak… Wait, throw the thought about that damned beef aside. However, the punishment of not being able to eat meat for a lifetime was truly torture.
“Sir!” Another person entered at this moment. It was Simon!
He was wearing a sturdy uniform, and his messy hair had since been combed. He seemed much more alert. He submitted a report to Clayon. “He’s clear! But now… I feel that he has another problem.”
Nietzsche could feel an uncomfortable aura surging toward him from Simon.
Hiss Hiss!
A trace of black gas converged, appearing to turn into a viper opening its jaw.
Does he realize that I’m an Extraordinary?!
He did not know why, but even though he had just recently become one, Nietzsche felt as though his perception and observation were extremely powerful, and he could even see the resentment in Simon’s eyes.
Hiss Hiss!
A large number of black snakes enveloped him entirely. Nietzsche went numb and was unable to move.
Clayon could see nothing and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
“Great Sun Meditation Technique!”
In that instant, seemingly having a stress response to the danger around him, Nietzsche seemed to see that heatwave in the desert and the sun that hung in the sky.
Sizzle!
The black snakes wrapping around him immediately turned into smoke and quickly dissipated.
Simon screamed and took a step back. Two lines of blood oozed down from his nose, as though someone had punched him.
“Simon, what’s the matter?” Clayon asked with obvious irritation, his tone serious.
“It’s as you’ve seen… Our dear little Nietzsche has become an Extraordinary!” Simon licked his lips.
“Really?” Clayon stared at Nietzsche. “What’s going on?”
In the base, Clayon can mobilize dozens of people to destroy me with submachine guns at any time… Nietzsche’s brain started working furiously, instinctively wanting to conceal the important parts of his secret. “It’s… that painting!”
“What painting?”
“Vincent’s unlucky oil painting—Dream! I’ve felt something in my brain ever since I went with Hannibal to take a look at it. It’s like a ball of fire…”
After obtaining a lot of information about extraordinary powers from Gegehu, Angelina, and Andy, Nietzsche could smoothly come up with a feasible lie.
“Vincent’s unlucky oil painting? Did he leave behind a seed of power in some paintings?” Clayon rubbed his chin. “And these special seeds of power will only sprout when they meet a suitable person… Perhaps this is why you weren’t contaminated by the ghouls.”
“The contamination of ghouls doesn’t affect Extraordinaries?” Nietzsche grasped the key point immediately.
“No! It’s just the power of Extraordinaries can better resist it…” Clayon explained. “In that case… Nietzsche, firstly, congratulations on joining the ranks of Extraordinaries. Next, are you willing to join our Federal Investigation Agency?”
“Of course, it would be my honor!” Nietzsche bowed slightly.
“Originally… all the new Extraordinaries who joine have to attend training, but there have been too many things happening recently in Kimbert City… We need to deal with them first!”
Clayon rubbed the area between the eyebrows. “You, go and prepare yourself. Ask Simon if you don’t understand anything. I’ll return with you later to deal with Hannibal and other strange matters…”
“Yes, Boss!” Nietzsche gave another bow as he went out. Following tightly behind was Simon.
They reached a corner, and Simon snapped his fingers. A layer of mist that only Nietzsche could see suddenly wrapped around him.
“You definitely didn’t obtain the power from that painting… It’s from that convenience store, isn’t it?” Simon said with certainty.
“No!” Nietzsche shook his head adamantly. “He’s just a profiteer. I’ve been cheated enough by him!”
“Really?” Simon was still suspicious. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but there was also no flaw in Nietzsche’s statement.
“In any case, I have to congratulate you!” Simon threw him a look that was full of venom. The aura on Nietzsche was the type that he hated the most.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll get going first!” Nietzsche retreated with a smile, and his palm touched the mist.
Whoosh!
The mist seemed to meet fierce flames and burnt away.
In his mind, Old Man Javier’s Convenience Store had become a mysterious supply store. He naturally would not want to share it with anyone else.
…
“Should I say… that the wheel of fate has begun to turn slowly?”
Fang Yuan drank his hot cocoa leisurely in the convenience store. His eyes, however, seemed to have witnessed everything.
“The Great Sun Meditation Technique isn’t as simple as it seems on the surface. It burns the enemy and everything else by burning you yourself and your psyche… If not for this quick method, how could you obtain enough power to anger Omar before the completion of the Dark Ritual?” He smiled.
Although the sun and luminosity were never in his system, with the ability of the Dream Dao Fruit to contain countless properties, developing this kind of luminosity ability was child’s play.
However, the privilege of having an Outer God customize a technique for you was not something that even the Uyguklais had enjoyed.
“I spent a bit of effort on it. You have to grow well and give me a surprise…”
Fang Yuan smiled and looked far away.
Through the void, he saw another few scenes.
…
Somewhere in the sewers.
Candlelight illuminated a dining table. Hannibal wrapped a napkin around his neck and held a knife and fork. It looked as though he was enjoying a candlelight dinner—if you ignored the surroundings.
Several incomplete corpses were by the edge of the dining table.
After finishing his meal, Hannibal wiped his lips with the white napkin like a gentleman. He fell to his knees as if he had heard something.
“More… more fear, more meat…
“Complete… complete the Feast of Meat!
“The Ancient… will descend again. All the races of darkness will be able to walk the earth again!”
…
On another side, a team was slowly driving into Kimbert City and stopped in front of an abandoned factory.
“Quick, start unloading the goods!”
Many bodyguards got off from the cars and carried numerous iron boxes into the factory under the command of a white-haired steward.
“All right. All of you, out!”
The white-haired old steward caressed the iron boxes after the others left.
These boxes were all slender and heavy, and they seemed like… coffins?
Bang!
He pried one open, and there was a young girl of about twenty years old. She had fair skin, and her eyes were tightly shut.
Her brows moved slightly, as though she would awaken in the next moment.
A trace of delight emerged on the old steward’s face. A dagger appeared in his hand, and he stabbed her!
Poof!
Blood splattered everywhere!
A moment later, he opened another coffin that had a layer of dark soil in it. The old steward let the fresh blood from the dagger drip into it and murmured, “The evil spirit wandering in the darkness, the hunter that chases blood, awaken… Start the Blood Sacrifice to the God of Darkness!”
Along with the murmur, changes suddenly happened in the coffin, making a lot of noise.
A withered palm seemed to be breaking free of its last shackles and broke out from the soil!
