[Somewhere beneath Miranda Main City]
Laine’s face no longer wore that usual fake smile.
A chill of death clung to him.
That death chill belonged to the dead, not to humans.
Laine was no longer human.
After his people lost that death game they played with Mo Shi, they had transformed into corpse-men to survive.
“Well, well, isn’t this an Emperor’s Order game player? Long time no see, how pathetic you’ve become.”
A mocking voice came from not far away.
It was Barr, Abukado’s Mad Toxin, the woman who liked keeping centipedes and who once got punched into outer space by Shaya and floated for days.
“I remember you Emperor’s Order people always looked down on us Abukado types, right? Oh my, didn’t expect you’d come begging us someday, hahahahaha!”
Laine looked at Barr coldly. He did not take out his last two Game Cards, but pulled out a scepter-short sword instead.
“Shut your damned mouth. I’m acting alone, not cooperating with some trash who got punched into outer space by Shaya.”
“Hah?! You want to die, you hear me? You lost three Card Sequence and you still dare sass me?”
Barr swung her scythe, and a huge centipede materialized beside her, eyes fixed on Laine like a predator.
“Do you really think, without the power of your Game Cards, you’re my match? Trash sent flying into space.”
Killing intent saturated Laine’s tone.
Losing three Game Cards was the deepest wound buried in his heart.
The Game Cards were supposed to belong only to him!
That bastard Zhu Xingshu! She actually recruited another Game Card collector into the organization!?
And she joined before I even lost my cards!
That damned charlatan probably predicted long ago that I would lose my Card Sequence, didn’t she!?
He had to kill Zhu Xingshu, absolutely had to!
If she hadn’t produced that Trial Coupon, why would he have gone into a Low-Level Station World and run into that monster!?
The death chill around Laine grew even more terrifying.
A gelatinous ichor kept dripping from his hands.
As the atmosphere between the two deteriorated, a woman with emerald-green hair adorned with all kinds of flowers approached from a short distance away.
“Barr, Mr. Laine, this is not a Station World, nor is it a gladiatorial arena for you two to act out. If you want to slay each other, take it outside the city. Don’t put on a show here.”
Barr snorted, sheathed her scythe first, whistled, and crouched to stroke the centipede at her side. She clearly respected and obeyed the green-haired woman.
“Mr. Laine?”
The woman smiled as she walked up to Laine. She didn’t flinch at the corpse-ichor dripping from him, and gently touched the scepter-short sword in his hand.
“Put it down. If you want something, our leader already told me to bring it. Also, about healing you and restoring your human form, don’t worry. I need time to accumulate spirit to use my talent on you.”
“A few days?”
“Five days.”
“Give me the thing.”
Laine reached for a suitcase the woman held in her right hand, but she stepped back and dodged.
She shook her head with a smile.
“Don’t rush. The item is here, but we need more, Mr. Laine. I know you have a way to prevent that Zhu Xingshu woman from immediately hearing the fate-sound of your betrayal.
But you know better than anyone how long that method can last.
We need you to hand that method over, and... provide intelligence on some people in the Emperor’s Order.
After this, Mr. Laine, you will be a member of Abukado. We will spare no effort to help you destroy that brutal, insane organization called the Emperor’s Order.”
Brutal, insane?
A sneer crept across Laine’s face.
He knew full well the Emperor’s Order people weren’t good, but compared to Abukado, even that damned Zhu Xingshu seemed like a decent person.
“Betrayal? You’ve got it wrong. It’s Zhu Xingshu, it’s the Emperor’s Order who betrayed me. They’re the ones who wanted me dead.”
Laine opened his palm, and a light orb swelled in his hand.
“It contains the Card Sequence data for Lin You, Fan Huo, and Achuan. I don’t know the others well.”
“No Demon Mech-Dragon Man, no Altos?”
“Altos?”
Laine frowned. A strange haze of memory touched his mind.
He kept feeling that the name Altos... was false.
He should know the real name, but... what was it?
He tried to recall but the memory slipped further away.
It didn’t seem like normal memory loss; whenever he was about to recall that name, a pair of eyes, so arrogant they made people keep their heads down, forced him to withdraw his visual focus.
“I’m not familiar with him.”
Laine didn’t voice his suspicion; he blamed it on the distortions that came after resurrection.
His memory had indeed scrambled after he came back, and it was badly disordered.
Only after the train had driven automatically into a Station World with a flow-rate ratio of 10:1 and stayed there for a long time did he barely recover.
“Not familiar... I see. Then does this include those three people’s talent information?”
“Stupid question. Would you really give your talent to others?”
“Then it seems you don’t know Abukado very well. All of our talents are known by the leader.”
“Oh? But I heard your leader can absorb and strip a person’s talent when they are near death. Aren’t you afraid?”
The woman shook her head, her eyes filled with fervor when she mentioned the leader.
“Only by letting the leader know our talents can we receive the leader’s blessing, making our talents stronger than before! We are the leader’s talent treasury. If one day we can be used by the leader, then dying that way is fulfilling!”
Abukado’s people were mad as well.
Talent strengthening, huh?
“Talent strengthening—your leader’s talent?”
“No, that’s the power of an item. It requires sacrificing 660,000 lives in a Station World of level eight or above to use. Mr. Laine, want to try? All you have to do is find those 660,000 life offerings yourself~”
“Six hundred sixty thousand, huh... not much.”
Laine felt moved.
“But I need to confirm once more: this item, you’re certain it can kill Zhu Xingshu?”
His gaze landed on the suitcase.
“There’s only this one chance. I paid to blind her ability to hear the sick sound of fate. If it fails, Abukado is done for.”
“Of course. This is a tool personally handed to me by our leader. It won’t fail. Once placed into the Hanging Drowning Seaheart, that Zhu Xingshu will have no escape.”
Laine followed the woman’s finger to look outward.
Schools of fish, sea beasts, a huge spiral magic resonance device.
This was the seabed.
Beneath the entire Miranda City, the very foundation of the city.
The Hanging Drowning Seaheart.
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