Starting from chapter 96, Henwell officially begins creating his own territory.
Honestly, I pondered for a long time whether to write about the process of establishing the territory. The process of building a territory or any force is inevitably tedious, because a leader needs to handle various internal affairs such as management streamlining, personnel arrangements, departmental divisions, technological advancements, and so forth. Typically, this phase lacks much dramatic tension, beca...
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Henwell wanders around the Phoenix family's castle, and it is truly luxurious! The corridors and rooms are filled with artworks and portraits of family members from generations past. The castle's guards are quite formidable, with seven or eight knights leading nearly a hundred elite protectors patrolling the entire fortress.
The Phoenix family has spent generations building this massive castle, which spans tens of thousands of square meters. That's because two generations having chosen ...
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...
The door creaks open, and a wet figure steps into the darkness.
"Is no one home yet?"
An had gone to the explosion site in the wealthy district to look for Ormond, so the house should be empty.
"I need to burn these shredded clothes quickly, and An's too. What a terrible day, my head is killing me. I need a good sleep."
The figure mutters, reaching to turn on the light. Then he sees Ormond standing there, holding a cat and reaching for the light switch.
2025-09-25 03:36:38 +0000 UTC
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On the night of the explosion.
Creak.
In the darkness, a door quietly opens a crack, letting a sliver of light spill out. Along with the light, a nimble figure slips inside, reminiscent of a small deer, though appearing quite drenched. Rainwater trickles down skin as smooth as cream, like droplets on a popsicle.
"Strange, where could Dad have gone? He’s not picking up his phone," An wonders, using a dry coat from the doorway to towel off her hair. The rough texture suggest...
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Mira's father had mentioned that this organization was divided into various factions. He belonged to the moderate faction, which conducted research for the sake of gaining more knowledge, with the ultimate goal of benefiting humanity.
"......"
A somewhat noisy sound comes from outside the car, and Mira looks up to see Greer walking past her car, his steps unsteady, muttering to himself.
"This is the parking lot. Why is he here? Isn't he the star of the meeting?"
Curios...
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[Another Perspective from That Night]
Despite the gentle drizzle falling from the sky, it can't dampen the scholars' enthusiasm. In a villa located in the affluent district, they've rented the place out. Each person is dressed in luxurious attire, wearing masks to conceal their identities, gathered around a table laden with sweet pastries. Without explanation, one might never guess this is a meeting that cannot appear in the open.
Mira stands a bit awkwardly in the corner, dressed...
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But I fail. His face is like the strange visions you see after punching yourself in the eye—commonly known as seeing stars. The more you try to focus, the blurrier it becomes.
"I won't be in any real danger, right??"
I attempt to pull off a smile that looks nothing like one, as unsettling thoughts begin to creep in.
"..."
"No way!"
The god seems to show a sense of triumph.
"If I have to say, the world line you're about to enter is considered... the world ...
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[This marks the beginning, the first time Haunter encounters Nyarlathotep.]
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I remember dying.
The current situation... how should I put it?
I know it's hard to believe, but I must accept the fact that I've been resurrected. I distinctly remember my last impression of the world being white—the white of a hospital room.
Now, aside from the darkness surrounding me, there's a peculiar being standing ahead. He's dressed in a black suit, his face obscured.
...
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Damn it, what a perfect MVP moment, and I don't even have a cigarette to hold? All I've got is my drenched self and this black shadow beside me.
Oh well, I don't smoke anyway, so it doesn't matter.
Wait, a black shadow? What's that?
Haunter lifts his head in surprise, then turns around to find himself almost nose-to-nose with a dark figure. There's barely two centimeters between them.
"So that's how you recognized me... Just how many people's testes have you kicked to ...
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In an instant, the creature manages to latch onto a protruding, solid rock with its limbs.
"Finally found a foothold."
In the darkness, a pair of eyes, now blood-red, fixate on Haunter.
"Roar!"
The creature, almost entirely covered in mud, suddenly flicks its fingernails like bullets toward Haunter. Unable to dodge, he takes a direct hit and falls backward.
"Finally found an opening in your defenses..."
The creature cautiously grips the precious rock, tryin...
2025-09-25 03:32:34 +0000 UTC
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"Wait a minute, did I just fail to judge an important probability?" Haunter feels Cain's hand withdraw from his chest cavity and quickly begins assessing other probabilities.
This skill could be a divine ability if it hits every time, but the frustrating part is how rarely it does.
"Judge the probability of a rock falling and killing Cain!"
18/3, failed.
"Judge the probability of Cain choking on his own saliva!"
50/4, failed. Yeah, such absurd probabilities are u...
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With troll genes infused within experimental subjects, Cain is the sole survivor.
In truth, he's not the perfect specimen. But that's a compliment, because he's stronger than the intended perfect experiment.
He can alter his body's size at will, and when he shifts into troll form, his skin hardens.
Though he can't move in this form, his skin becomes nearly impervious to any weapon.
Of course, if missiles or similar weapons were used, they could easily take him out. But...
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...
At this point, taking him down should be easy.
"Hit him while he's down! Take him out when he's weak!" Haunter shouts, tossing holy water into a crevice in the rubble. An quickly grabs it, carefully applying it to her nails.
Time for a little enchanting trick.
When a mysterious creature's skin comes into contact with holy water, it feels a burning sensation and pain. If the wounds touch it, the reaction is even more intense.
But nails are different; they're j...
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"Wait, why am I hearing a second set of footsteps?" Haunter suddenly senses something, bending down to catch the faint sound of running in the rain.
"Who is it?"
...
Should she go check it out?
Fiona ponders, troubled. Although she's given the siblings a chance to communicate, will they end up arguing?
"The park is right next to my house; should I try to walk over and take a look? Just a quick glance."
With that thought, Fiona finds herself inexplicably hea...
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"Why are we meeting again?" he says with a long face. "I was ready to meet my great-grandma, and you pulled me back? How did you even manage that?"
"Where would an orphan like you get a great-grandma from?"
"Figure of speech."
He touches his chest, where the fatal wounds have healed. His hoodie, now tattered, lies discarded to the side, revealing his strong upper body.
"I just wanted to try," An says, turning her head and pulling her clothes tightly to prevent any expo...
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The raspy, chaotic voice is utterly nauseating.
Feeling slightly recovered, An cools down her heart. Every time she uses its power, she feels a wave of exhaustion, especially after a fierce battle.
She takes a minute to rest.
"This voice... is it lowering my sanity? Does it have a hypnotic effect?"
Her hand moves unconsciously, fingers weak and unresponsive, accidentally opening the image-sharing interface of the app, flooding her screen with pictures.
Interestin...
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"If Fiona finds out someone is missing tomorrow, I wonder if she'll be surprised," Haunter muses, trying to strike up a conversation to pass the time. Though it's likely this girl won't respond.
Anastasia, as she's called, is always aloof. Not much for chatting.
"She'll probably feel guilty."
Oh, she replied.
"What?"
"She'll regret passing notes for the two of us."
With straws in her fangs, she can draw blood into her body just by sucking, allowing her to m...
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It doesn't even hurt?
"Am I already dead?"
"Of course not, I pulled you into this space!" A somewhat irritating voice sounds from behind him.
Haunter turns around to see a mass of ancient god's body, swaying like seaweed. In front of him is a huge screen, displaying his own perspective.
"So it's you! The Seaweed God!"
"Call me Nyarlathotep!" The figure pulls down sharply on a cone-shaped object in its hand.
"Pop!"
A few small streamers burst out, land...
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"What do you plan to do now?" An asks, turning her gaze away. She suddenly doesn't want to see the expression on his face, because it reminds her of someone who forcibly gave her a heart.
"The rebar pierced right through my ribs and spleen... cough."
"Are you really dying?" An asks skeptically. "As a resurrected one, is this all you can manage?"
"In the world I used to live in, there were no mystical creatures. It's only natural I don't know much. Congratulations, you win......
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No, that would be minced meat, crushed finely enough to fit into a can on a store shelf. Haunter can't shake the feeling that the unseen vampire king might want him dead.
"I really owe you one."
"Boom!"
The entire building suddenly collapses, the thunderous noise echoing through the sky. Fortunately, this is a development area, with even the park only half-built, and not a single home nearby. Naturally, no one is around to hear it.
……
An opens her eyes in a d...
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"Thud."
An's body hits the ground, landing within the area marked with red-painted symbols, but none of the traps activate.
"Where would I find the time to dig so many holes?"
"Only the one at the entrance is real."
An struggles to turn her gaze, her blood-red pupils constantly dilating and contracting. Her spinal injury is slowly healing, which requires time. Her clothes are torn, mostly from her rapid movements, and her fair skin is smeared with dust.
She looks...
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"Can you let me explain a bit more?" Haunter asks.
"Your death is the best explanation," An replies with a smile, extending her sharp claws. The smile is nice, but her eyes widen with a murderous intent.
Negotiations have broken down. Haunter slips his right hand into his pocket, pressing down hard on a syringe. St. Delrick University had a joint experiment with another university, and this adrenaline shot was acquired from there. It's not really stealing, right?
Whatever, I...
2025-09-25 03:27:15 +0000 UTC
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"Ha, I thought we wiped them out three years ago, yet here they are again? These Scholars' Church guys have such a short memory," Johnny says, clearly infuriated. His muscles start to bulge, shredding his clothes into tatters, revealing a robust physique unlike the typically slender vampires.
"It's time they witness the wrath of the ultimate being known as 'Father.'"
"Count me in."
"Wryyyyy—"
"Oh, I almost forgot to ask," Johnny suddenly remembers after his peculiar ...
2025-09-25 03:26:51 +0000 UTC
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"I suppose I need to live past 45 first," Johnny remarks, sitting upright in the center of the teahouse. He nods, inviting his good friend to sit across from him.
"Try some of this. Though the afternoon tea time has passed, you can still treat it as a late-night snack."
"Alright, Johnny," Ormond replies, eyeing the sumptuous pastries before him. "I hope I don't end up with high blood pressure or cholesterol."
"We can discuss health concerns later. Right now, there's a small ...
2025-09-25 03:26:24 +0000 UTC
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"Alright, I understand." An opens the door, speaking calmly. "It won't take long."
...
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Night.
St. Andrew's Park is part of a construction zone, located at 128 Peace Street. It used to be a completed area, but for unknown reasons, much of it was destroyed in recent years and is now being rebuilt. Next to the park stands an unfinished building, reportedly halted due to poor quality during inspection. Across the street was once a bustling commercial area, now closed d...
2025-09-25 03:25:59 +0000 UTC
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That means he isn't who he claims to be. Or perhaps he's forgotten much, even the art of sorcery.
Back then, he was merely bluffing; he hadn't placed any curse on her father at all. Later, when her father was asleep, An meticulously examined Ormond's body and soul, finding no trace of a curse.
A smile curves at An's lips.
Everything indicates that he's a resurrected being missing many memories.
A person's soul grows heavier with time, much like how a newborn's soul sta...
2025-09-25 03:25:34 +0000 UTC
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Evening.
There's about 20 minutes left until the last class ends.
"Plop."
A small paper ball suddenly lands in front of Haunter, coming from Fiona's direction. The teacher isn't paying attention, so why doesn't she just say what she wants directly instead of tossing a paper ball?
Feeling a bit puzzled, Haunter looks up and sees a hint of pink on Fiona's ears. What's she embarrassed about?
Come on, buddy, I thought we were friends, but you...
Amused, Haunter...
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"Morning, Mr. Haunter." Several people greet him as he walks in, one of them approaching directly and smoothing her skirt before sitting in the seat in front of him.
"Morning," she says. "Glad to see you’re not fighting anyone today."
"Why do you think I’d be fighting every day?"
"Because you’ve got quite the reputation."
"Not exactly a good one, Fiona." Haunter takes a bite of his sandwich, noticing that his classmate looks a bit off.
"Why do you look like...
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"What happened? Did the church not pay this month's salary, or are you out of cigarettes?" Haunter asks.
"It's a bit better than that. It doesn't affect my personal interests," Sister Ernest says, clutching the cross on her chest. "The holy water used for offerings in the church has been stolen, and it's incredibly valuable."
"Oh no, that's terrible! We should catch the thief as soon as possible."
"Unfortunately, we don't have much information. To maintain the church's 'anti...
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What kind of script is this? Who wouldn't be confused by this?
"Perhaps An's current personality is influenced by that heart. She's a bit tomboyish, but with a darker edge. She's also kept her hair short like Dilandra," Ormond says, closing his eyes and finishing his hot cocoa. "An is a good kid. I truly believe that. My greatest hope is that you two can get along."
Ormond sighs, standing up and patting Haunter on the shoulder. "If, and I mean if," Ormond says softly.
"What?...
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