Chapter 509 - Fragile Belief
Chapter 509: Fragile Belief
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Je-Je-It’s Jebra…” Shan replied to Keely’s interrogation.
“Jebra… Oh, Jebra,” Keely mumbled this name several times. “I finally found you…” Her expression had turned terribly cruel and hateful.
Both Shan and Angor flinched a little when they sensed the overwhelming resentment coming from her.
“Now tell me where he is,” Keely said again after regaining some of her sanity.
In Angor’s eyes, this girl was now like a time bomb ready to go off.
Shan shook her head, and when she saw Keely’s killing glare, she quickly changed her mind and said, “I don’t know, BUT! Those two witches might know something. I mean, Jebra hired them!”
Keely kept her deathly gaze on Shan’s eyes to make sure she wasn’t lying.
Angor lifted a finger and released the nightmare aura, which was only visible to himself, toward Saladin’s direction, along with a cantrip that he had been preparing.
Nightmare Fear, an advanced version of Fear.
Saladin’s eyes lost focus.
He saw the environment changing before he reappeared somewhere familiar to him—the Kewpie’s Badlands. He once came here to ambush a group of otherworldly creatures—”Registered” ones.
But the world’s consciousness wants them dead! The files and papers made up by the conservatives are meaningless!
But I already killed them, didn’t I? Why am I here-huh? Did I really kill them before? Is that what I should do right now?
But I’m inside the Sea of—no! My job is to get rid of such abominations and I must do it!
One kill. Two kills. Three… the victims’ blood felt so real and pleasantly hot. Everything around him told him that this was the reality, while the Sea of Purification was a dream.
Saladin kept killing. In fact, he killed too many creatures that he began to expect an end to it.
In the eyes of the onlookers, Saladin fell for Angor’s Fear and started swinging his sword randomly. The illusion was already broken, but the man was still trapped in his imaginary world.
“What’s happening?! You’re at fault! I’m gonna kill—”
“No-no! Don’t get closer! How are there still more?”
“What’s that up there… ARRGH! That’s… that’s the devil, not the world’s consciousness! THE DEVIL!”
It seemed Saladin saw something horrific, and it was torturing his mental defense line. He kept mumbling “the world’s consciousness is the devil”. Before Angor could pay more attention to those words, Saladin yelled at something again, “Wait, so it IS the world’s consciousness… it’s here…”
He suddenly took out a magic scroll.
Before Angor could do anything, Saladin ripped the scroll open and disappeared from their view.
“Teleportation?!” Angor was the surprised one now. A teleportation scroll was always a costly asset among people. Only those with brilliant space-related talent as well as great expertise in Runecraft could create this item. Because of such harsh conditions, people could never find teleportation scrolls by going to common markets.
What did Saladin see that convinced him to use such a thing?! The world’s consciousness, for real?
But he believes that he works for it? Then, why did he run away?
Fear basically functions by creating the image of one’s most fearful memory. Does this mean Saladin actually feared the world’s consciousness while pretending to be radical in public?
Angor didn’t know. Regardless, it didn’t really matter since Saladin had left them.