novellk Chapter 180 - 178:
Chapter 180 - 178:
Chapter 180: Chapter 178: "Immortal Plank Plank...
The daylight gradually dimmed.
At night, when Su Ming’an awoke, some proposed a celebration banquet for him, and others wanted to bring their families to visit him, but he declined them all.
He didn’t have time to accept these expressions of gratitude, for greater dangers lurked ahead.
The survival rate was slowly increasing, and by evening, it had soared to 82%. But he hardly dared to trust this number—it could spike suddenly due to certain events and just as mysteriously drop to the lowest point.
Su Ming’an declined these invitations and immediately headed to the town’s tallest building, surveying the north and south gates at the town’s entrance.
He didn’t know from which direction Anna would come; he had to intercept her before she began her slaughter.
This loop was much better than the last; he had mastered a perfect array. Thus, even if Holy Initiation discovered him, he had some bargaining power.
Crucially, he had to make Holy Initiation understand that his "value" alive was greater than the value of making that trade.
Shadow had already made contact with the Revolutionary Army by pretending to be an old acquaintance of Qin Wang, as Shadow also possessed a lot of information about the mission and Qin Wang’s identity, gaining Dan Shuang’s trust wasn’t difficult.
Dan Shuang seemed to want to find him, but, at Shadow’s advising, the Revolutionary Army ultimately proceeded with the original plan, preparing for the final assault on the tenth day.
The second Surveillance Eye Su Ming’an had placed in the Regular Army’s square had also reached its time and self-destructed, and he could no longer contact Feya either.
For now, everything had to rely solely on himself.
He stood atop the tallest tower for a long time.
He saw elderly people coming out from their houses below, skillfully sweeping the thick snow at their doorsteps. Precocious children shouldered their backpacks and stepped toward the forest, holding their blunted scythes.
He even saw bodies wrapped in white cloth being carried out. Even though they had awakened abilities, there were still those who couldn’t be saved from the brink of life and death. The people’s expressions were solemn and somber, with women covering their faces in tears and children ceasing their laughter.
But life would continue, with cookfire smoke rising in the distance, struggling against the cold air, like countless souls refusing to yield to the snowstorm.
He silently observed the lives of the people in Otherworld, enduring the cold wind until evening.
As the snowstorm brewed and the cold winds began to assert themselves, he successfully spotted a purple figure emerging from the north gate of the town.
He immediately used spatial displacement, moving from a high point to the ground, then burst forth with all his speed toward the gate. Since the houses near the town gate were quite dangerous, fearing detection by passing demon beasts, there were hardly any residents there.
Anna, her cloak stopping suddenly, seemed to have seen Su Ming’an rushing towards her, her tone full of surprise, "— Teacher!"
Her voice was crisp and bright, mixed with the extreme joy of a long journey undertaken to see her beloved.
[HP-1280! (Fatal injury!)]
The next moment, the Sword of Yarman directly severed her head.
Blood splattered on the snow, and Anna’s body fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.
The smile of their meeting still lingered on her face at death, her eyes clear and bright, not yet marred by any impurity.
Su Ming’an picked up the fallen Prophetic Gemstone. This thing was too valuable—using it on the Surveillance Eye skill, awakening some kind of prophetic ability, would help him avoid many troubles.
He dragged Anna’s body into a nearby empty house, covered the new snow over the old snow to hide the red traces of blood. Soon, under the increasingly heavy snowstorm, everything looked as though nothing had happened.
It was as if Anna had never existed at all.
Su Ming’an waited where he was, waiting to see if Holy Initiation would come.
If he really came, he would’ve wanted to confront this guy in the snow and have a serious talk with this continental leader about what the "future" of this continent could be.
But soon, the snowstorm grew fiercer, gradually turning into a blizzard. The sky darkened, a cloak of ink spreading over the land.
Mixed with the snow, the polar night made it difficult to see anything.
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Blood erupted on the ground like fireworks.
The hundred or so townfolk surrounded in the middle trembled, women hugged children, elders covered their faces and sighed, young adults glared at these ironclad men, yet no one dared to step forward.
Next to the ironclad, stood a slightly taller figure, akin to a minor leader; his face was not covered by a helmet, and even had a large red feather plugged on top.
He casually leaned against a spear, yawning.
A soldier walked into the enclosed circle, and the surrounded townfolk immediately squeezed backwards like boiled dumplings, emitting a wave of panicked cries.
The soldier reached out his hand, catching fish, and carelessly pulled out a person, pulling out a young man.
But this young man showed no semblance of manliness, trembling like a sieve when pulled out, only focusing on begging for mercy.
"Sir, sir, spare me, I really don’t know where the person you’re looking for is. He was still in the square yesterday afternoon, but he disappeared this morning..." The burly young man, like a fish on a chopping board in the soldier’s grasp, struggled in vain, only focusing on pleading.
"Don’t know? Don’t know, alright,"
The soldier smirked, the long spear in his hand slowly raised, aiming at his chest:
"Still the old rule, every half hour, kill one—keep killing all of you until perhaps that person comes out, eh?"
"Sir, spare me! I truly don’t know, I even missed yesterday afternoon’s awakening ceremony... Ah!"
A blood hole appeared on his chest, and blood spurted out.
His scream was piercing and brief, its tail end quickly dispersing into the wind.
Life under the soldier’s spear seemed fragile as paper.
Su Ming’an’s footsteps halted.