CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 28: DELUSIONS ON THE CLIFF

Shawn instinctively kept a polite but friendly distance from Daisy when he went out.

He hadn’t seen Daisy’s combat process at all.

In the darkness, the most striking thing was a pair of strange vertical pupils, and Daisy’s figure dissolved into them, making it difficult to catch with the naked eye. It wasn’t until the other Night Watchers brought out the corpse of the monster that Shawn finally saw the countless bloody and terrifying claw marks on the body.

Too brutal.

Different from Benjamin’s clean and decisive kill, Daisy’s traces of battle were shocking.

At this moment, Daisy had already tidied up the blood and dirt on her body, following Shawn with an innocent and cute expression, though occasionally, when no one was looking, she would secretly lick her palm, like a kitten licking its paws.

"Daisy is definitely not a Low Sequence Transcendent."

"Path of Nature?"

"Transformer?"

Shawn even suspected that Daisy’s strength might be on par with Captain Benjamin.

Thinking back to the time they spent together in the park, Shawn still felt a bit uneasy.

Outside the sewer.

"Captain." William’s figure quickly approached, shaking his head slightly at Benjamin.

Still no discoveries.

Rumble.

A muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and a few minutes later, raindrops began to fall. Daisy, walking behind Shawn, shook her head, seemingly disliking the rain.

The sky gradually darkened.

Shawn frowned, looking around at the buildings, he said in a deep voice, "How many residents and businesses are around here?"

William responded, "About over two thousand households."

Shawn was silent for a moment and continued, "Immediately investigate the nearby residents, inquire if there are any people engaged in literature, art, history, and other professions."

"Find all of them, I want to review each one again."

Unlike the distortion of flesh, the indescribable seemed more selective; a Relic from Candlefort is most likely to choose these kinds of people.

Knowledge.

It only seeks out those who crave knowledge.

If it weren’t for the uncontrolled Deep Diver delaying the group, they should have found the target before the rain started.

A torrential rain fell.

This rain came suddenly, from a sky full of dark clouds to a torrential downpour in less than half an hour, amidst the rumbling thunder everything became dark. In this situation, relying on police force alone was hardly enough to block the entire market area, especially since the torrential rain caused the water level in the sewer here to rise rapidly.

If it weren’t for Shawn discovering the traces, that uncontrolled Deep Diver should have already swum into another location following the rapidly rising sewer water.

"This rain came too suddenly." Daisy sniffed her nose.

The heavy rain obscured scents.

Dong.

A bell rang, the time was three in the afternoon.

Shawn’s figure suddenly halted, looking towards the direction of the clock tower.

His intuition was vibrating.

He sensed the presence of knowledge.

Someone performed a ritual on the clock tower, the mysterious knowledge in Shawn’s brain resonated.

Spell Recognition.

A Wizard has far superior recognition ability for any kind of supernatural ritual compared to other Transcendents.

"On the clock tower!" Shawn shouted.

Benjamin and his group’s figures immediately sprinted towards the clock tower.

In the torrential downpour.

A thin figure wearing a round-topped hat and dressed in a shabby grey coat appeared above the over twenty-meter-high clock tower. He seemed to be in his thirties, with sunken eye sockets and a haggard expression, holding a stack of papers under his arm, covered in dense strange graffiti, now soaked in the rain, the ink marks dripping.

His expression was bewildered, his eyes vacant, emanating a lazy and decadent aura.

He scattered the stack of papers at the top of the tower, as they fluttered in the wild wind, lightning illuminated the strange, twisted human-like outlines on them.

"You have no talent..."

"You find it difficult to even feed yourself... you’ll starve to death sooner or later..."

"You have no ability at all..."

"You know that? You’re like a clown... wasting time on something that’s never going to succeed!"

"What are you holding on to?"

A gust of wind blew past.

The man’s round-topped hat was blown off, revealing his increasingly sparse and mottled hair, and the strands were wet by the rain, sticking to his scalp that looked somewhat comical and ridiculous. The eerie whispers echoed in his ears, but he remained silent to all the ridicule, just gripping the pen in his hand tightly.

"What am I holding onto?"

The man’s hoarse voice sounded, like a whisper: "Why am I still unwilling to give up?"

The paintbrush trembled slightly.

It seemed to have a will of its own, guiding the man closer to the edge of the clock tower.

The ink marks dripping from the paper flowed in the water, converging as if splashed ink painting, gradually forming a blurry human-like outline under the heavy rain.

Whoa!

A pitch-dark hand formed by the gathering ink reached out from the water.

But it seemed to be isolated by something, the ink-gathered lines raised the water half a meter high, the gathered water was tinted by ink, yet unable to escape the confinement of space, a mask-like black and white face emerged, hollow eye sockets, its lips whispered and murmured, injecting dark emotions into its offering descending into reality.

The man’s half foot was already suspended in mid-air.

A trace of struggle appeared on his confused face, some hopeful faces flashed in his mind.

He came to the bustling metropolis with hope, stepping onto the road of chasing dreams amid the expectations of his loved ones. But he was just a small character from a remote place, relying on some effort, he might have some fame at home, but once he came to the bustling metropolis, he was immediately returned to his original shape by cruel reality. Over the years, to comfort his relatives at home, he falsely claimed to have made achievements in the metropolis, but in fact, he could only do some dirty and tiring work in the market area to barely maintain a bit of dignity and subsistence.

Originating from a small place, he could not integrate into the metropolitan circle at all, neither did he have any opportunity to showcase his talents, all his works were brushed aside with one sentence of having no talent and no ability.

Decades of effort were worth less than someone else’s casual graffiti inspired at the moment.

Maybe that wasn’t even inspiration...

The desolate man on the clock tower slowly closed his eyes, amidst the eerie whispers in his ears, he slowly took a step forward.

The rain poured down heavily, with water flying everywhere!

An empty mottled human face mask was about to break free from the tinted ink, with its fierce sharp fingers already piercing through the water, entering reality from illusion, at this moment reality seemed to turn into a painting, the surrounding falling rain also acquired a color like ink painting.

Suddenly!

A strong and powerful arm stretched out from below the clock tower, grabbing the man’s collar and pulling him back from the edge of the cliff.

Benjamin’s swift figure leaped forward, pushing aside the dazed man in front of him, the black umbrella in his hand swept a silver glow, the radiant silver light slicing through the raindrops, as a pitch-dark arm reaching out from the water was cut in half, Benjamin’s figure lunged forward, grabbing the Flowing Light in his hands, directly stabbing it into the ink-animated turbulent water.

Slosh!

A stream of black ink mixed with black and white paint flowed out, the Flowing Light in his hand seemed to disappear from reality, the water less than one centimeter deep actually engulfed the entire sword-umbrella.

Tick, tick.

The ticking of the clock resonated in the downpour, so clear at this moment.

Not far beneath the clock tower.

Shawn seemed to awaken as if from a dream, it felt like he had an illusion just now, Benjamin’s figure suddenly disappeared while sprinting, then abruptly appeared on the vertical wall, running across the over twenty-meter-high vertical wall like a jumping slide show, when Shawn saw clearly, Benjamin’s figure was already leaping over the clock tower.

In mid-air, only a silver arc trace of Flowing Light swept by!

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