bookbashuk Chapter 61 is the end of the story.
Chapter 61 is the end of the story.
"Huffing and puffing"
Lorne was panting heavily with nervousness, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Meow..." Rachel came to Lorne's side and licked his palm.
!!!
Lorne, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.
"It's morning..."
"It's already the second day?"
Lorne was about to get up when he realized his head was throbbing.
"It hurts so much."
He pressed his forehead, feeling unusually tired, completely lacking the energy he felt after a good night's sleep.
"It feels like my spirituality has been drained."
"By the way, my body..."
Lorne quickly checked his body thoroughly, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he had neither an extra nor a missing piece.
Looking at the sunlight streaming into the room, he gradually recalled what had happened last night.
"That dream last night..."
"No! That's definitely not a dream!"
"That hidden entity, it wasn't eliminated by the authorities, it's still here, and it's come looking for me."
Could it be that my whistleblower letter has been exposed, and they're retaliating against me on purpose...?
Recalling what happened last night, Lorne felt a little guilty and also a little annoyed.
Is the official efficiency of this world really that low? They haven't even dealt with him yet.
……
After a period of agitation, Lorne gradually calmed down.
"After all, it's a mysterious entity that's suspected to be an evil god, so the authorities probably won't be able to deal with it so quickly."
"Furthermore, even official Extraordinary individuals aren't necessarily reliable..."
Lorne recalled the frivolous-looking policeman he had encountered several times before, who loved reciting poetry.
That person looked very unreliable.
"Since that hidden entity has responded, it at least proves that my report was useful and wasn't just thrown into the trash as a prank."
Perhaps due to certain personal subjective factors, Lorne has always had some doubts about the efficiency and rigor of the officialdom in this era.
After all, this administrative system, which still retained nobles, royalty, and the church, had always been synonymous with inefficiency in his mind.
"And, that pulling sensation last night..." Lorne recalled the feeling he experienced in his sleep.
Besides that hidden entity, there must be something else.
What exactly is it?
Lorne fell into deep thought, unable to think of anything else that might covet him.
"Could it be my cheat code...?"
Recalling the warnings he had received, Lorne gradually began to understand.
Could it be that it can not only provide early warnings but also act as a ghost behind the scenes?
"In any case, my current location is definitely exposed."
"I can't stay here any longer, I need to get out of here right away."
When that gaze fell upon him again, Lorne knew his location had been exposed. He wasn't sure what that hidden entity was capable of.
Last night's events could have been a test or a warning, but in any case, staying put and waiting to die is absolutely not an option.
If that hidden entity were to launch another attack from afar, or send its subordinates to find me, I would have no way to deal with it... Having figured this out, Lorne made a decision.
The reason why that hidden entity was targeting him was no longer important, as the notebook itself was irrelevant. From the moment he wrote the whistleblower letter, he had already stood on the opposite side of it.
The most important thing now is to get out of here as soon as possible, preferably out of the city altogether. As for the notes, well, they're gone, so be it...
No matter how precious the potion recipes in the notebook are, they are not as precious as life. Lorne was unsure if he would have another life if he died in this world.
"Rachi, get ready to come with me, we need to get out of this city quickly."
"Meow?" Laki looked puzzled.
Lorne didn't explain, but forced himself to get out of bed and start packing his luggage, despite his exhaustion.
What Lorne didn't know was that last night's consumption wasn't just spiritual energy, but also some unseen and intangible things.
……
Klein, who was standing behind the gate in Charness, was also very frustrated.
Thinking about the strange events that occurred above the gray fog last night, he felt a chill of fear.
"Just like the time I spied on the Eternal Sun... no! In some ways, the damage was even more severe than last time."
Although the gray fog affected us last time, it recovered in an instant. This time, the anomaly took a whole night to gradually subside.
"The secrets surrounding Lorne Disenk are far more terrifying than I imagined."
Klein was somewhat flustered after failing to communicate with the other party and clearing up the misunderstanding.
He wasn't sure if the other party would make any new moves.
After all, the commotion this time was much greater than the previous ones.
Klein was also afraid of getting the situation out of control; his own situation was already bad enough.
The whistleblower letters were already giving him a headache enough; if another wave came…
Recalling the recent events, a bad feeling suddenly welled up in Klein's heart.
He took out a talisman from his pocket and held it in his palm.
This is a "Blazing Sun" talisman, which he made using a "mutated Sun Symbol" before the incident.
He placed it on his chest, feeling the slight warmth emanating from the talisman, which eased his tension somewhat.
Now, this talisman is his strongest attack method, and also his last resort.
……
In the rented carriage, Lorne held Rachel and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to rest.
He found himself more tired than he had expected.
Perhaps going out now is not a good idea for him.
"Whoa!"
With a neigh of a horse, the horse-drawn carriage suddenly braked.
Lorne's forehead nearly hit the brass handrail in front of him, and his sudden forward lean caught Rachel, causing the orange cat to instantly bristle.
The moment I lifted the leather curtain, a cloud of dust rushed in.
Laki suddenly arched her back and let out a low growl as if on alert. Seeing this, Lorne also subconsciously reached for his holster under his arm.
"What's wrong?" he asked the driver.
"There are people everywhere in front, blocking the road."
"Can we take a detour?" Lorne frowned.
"No, this is the only road to the train station in the vicinity, and the surrounding area has blocked the road. There's no way to take a detour."
"Damn it!" Lorne cursed under his breath, picked up his luggage, and got off the carriage with Rachel.
"Why!"
Lorne stopped a person who was running away in a panic.
"Sir, what's going on up ahead?"
"What are you doing? Get out of my way!" The man's face was full of fear and panic.
He wanted to yell a curse, but seeing Lorne's serious expression, he swallowed the profanity that was on the tip of his tongue.
"The gas pipeline is leaking and has exploded! Okay, run!"
After saying that, he shook off Lorne and ran away into the distance.
Looking at the chaotic streets, Lorne had no choice but to follow the flow of people and walk in the opposite direction from the train station.
But as I walked, a sense of unease welled up inside me.
"No, this is too much of a coincidence..."
It's too deliberate that something like this happened at this particular time of year, of all times.
In an instant, some clues that he had already sensed but had never dared to think about in detail lingered in Lorne's mind.
"Ever since I obtained that notebook, a series of strange things have happened one after another..."
Something is affecting me!
……
Fate has successfully returned to its predetermined course.
Given the age and disrepair of the pipeline system, and considering the combined effects of various factors, it is reasonable for a leak to occur today...
A pale hand is holding a quill pen and writing something on a piece of paper.
The owner of that hand seemed to be in a good mood; the script was unexpectedly undisturbed today.
Moreover, although no one in the Night Watch squad was killed, the plan to reduce their combat effectiveness was completed. Even Klein Moretti, who noticed something was wrong, was unexpectedly imprisoned.
"Dunner Smith is coming back soon, along with the circus crew..."
……
He pondered for a moment, then continued writing new content on the paper.
"The story is coming to an end!"