Ling Cage: I come from Hisakawa

Chapter 213 They're not human! God disagrees!

Morgan stood alone on the elevator platform, carrying nothing but the cane he was holding and the gray robe draped over his shoulders.

When a traveler leaves the lighthouse, he may only carry one unimportant item, such as a walking stick.

What use is a cane on such a dangerous ground?

Is it able to satisfy hunger and quench thirst?

Or can it still drive away the Devouring Beast?

The answer is self-evident.

Neither is possible.

This is why everyone knows perfectly well that traveling far away is tantamount to suicide.

With scarce resources on the ground and rampant Devouring Beasts, one would likely not survive a single day on the ground, even if they went down there empty-handed.

To have someone dedicate their entire life to a lighthouse, only to kick them off and send them to their deaths when they're done, all while calling it a "warrior's journey"—this is the epitome of cruelty and hypocrisy.

These are all rules set by Morgan.

The lasso he had thrown years ago had swept across seven continents and eight oceans, flew over the Crimson Night of the Three Laws, circled above Red Hair's head a few times, and now finally landed around his own neck.

Morgan looked at the person presiding over the ceremony standing opposite him.

Charles.

Charles had previously presided over the voyage ceremony as the head of the organization. To be precise, such informal events as the "Warrior's Voyage" have always been handled by the Light and Shadow Society. It was a rare occurrence that Morgan personally presided over it last time.

Charles felt Morgan's gaze and met hers across the distance, his eyes glazed over, like a spilled paint box.

He had presided over so many departure ceremonies, but he never imagined that one day he would be organizing a departure for Morgan.

He felt a strong, indescribable stirring within him.

Looking at Morgan's face, Charles's lips trembled, as if he was about to say something, but something else seemed to block his mouth.

Morgan slowly looked away.

Before this incident, he had planned to help Mark by removing Charles from his position as head of the Light and Shadow Society to prevent internal strife after he stepped down.

But it became unnecessary later.

With Bai Yuetian supporting Mark as the city lord, unless Bai Yuetian agrees, Charles will never be able to threaten Mark's position as city lord. So let Charles continue to sit in the position of leader.

This power was the only thing he could leave to Charles.

Morgan looked towards Jingnan.

Jingnan was whispering with Mark.

"Mark, is there really no way to stop the city lord from going on his journey?"

Jingnan's face was filled with reluctance. She lowered her voice and said, "The city lord has been in charge of the lighthouse for many years and knows it best. He hasn't had time to pass on all his experience to me yet. If the lighthouse malfunctions one day, I don't know who to ask for a solution."

Mark sighed softly.

“I’ve spoken with the city lord privately several times these past few days, and he insists on going on this long journey.” Mark’s expression was complicated.

He must respect Morgan's personal will.

If Morgan no longer wanted to travel, he would definitely go to Bai Yuetian and ask him to stop him. Bai Yuetian had not asked Morgan to travel; it was Morgan who proposed it himself.

"Sigh." Jingnan sighed.

She also went to Morgan, and received the same answer as Mark: even when she tried to persuade him as his daughter, Morgan insisted on going on his journey.

This person, who had always been headstrong, still refused to listen to anyone's advice until the very end.

Mark looked up at Morgan.

To be honest, he didn't want Morgan to go far away, but it was Morgan's own choice.

On the other hand, the lighthouse is about to return to the ground.

Morgan is too old; his past experience is no longer applicable on the ground, and he's consuming precious, hard-won medications. Objectively, the Beacon no longer needs him.
Those who are not needed should travel far away.

If Morgan can break the rules and not travel when he should, then what about those who traveled before, and what about Red Hair who was burned at the stake?
Mark felt a mix of emotions.

He didn't want Morgan to go far away, but Morgan should go far away, even.
We must travel far!

At that moment, Jingnan felt Morgan's gaze. She looked up and met Morgan's eyes. Her watery eyes were filled with deep sorrow.

Father, will this be the last time we see each other?

“Let’s begin.” Morgan lowered his head.

"I'm ready."

Charles clenched his fists; his hands, beneath his gloves, were already sweating.

He gritted his teeth and said, "The departure ceremony!"

"Start now!"

The area around the lifting platform was packed with people.

The entire lighthouse staff came to witness this special voyage ceremony. If there wasn't enough room on the first floor, they would stand on the second, and if there wasn't enough room on the second, they would stand on the third. Everywhere you looked, there were towering heads and tense expressions.

Lord City Lord, you are finally embarking on a long journey.

Whether they are commoners or superior beings, they all have people they know who have traveled far away in the past, including many of the old people before Morgan promulgated the Three Laws. They are the fathers, mothers, brothers, and sisters of many of the people present today.
For many years, there has been a voice in the shadow of the lighthouse.

Accusing Morgan of using racial justice to enforce cruel laws is actually nothing more than abusing his power for personal gain. Otherwise, why would Morgan's subordinates and children hold managerial positions in important departments of the Beacon?
Otherwise, why would people younger than Morgan travel far away, while Morgan himself, who is quite old and needs medication to sustain his life, has not traveled far?

Morgan even ate better food than others.

It's just a meal. Aren't normal meals enough for ordinary people? Why do we have to eat steak and drink red wine?

Today is of great significance.

If Morgan really did go on his journey, then regardless of whether his actions were right or wrong, at least he didn't deceive anyone, and at least he genuinely believed that what he did was right.

As soon as Charles finished speaking, the priests dressed in ceremonial robes entered from both sides, bowing low.

Thump! Thump! Snap! Thump! Thump! Snap!
A strange drumbeat sounded.

Accompanied by the drumbeats, the priests began to dance strange steps, waving their arms and rhythmically chanting ancient syllables.

"call!"

"what!"

"call!"

"what!"

As they saw off the city lord, the priests danced with utmost seriousness.

Their movements were completely synchronized for the first time ever; their arm swings, running, and jumping all seemed to be done by the same person, as if a god had truly cast his gaze upon them.

The atmosphere became extremely solemn.

Charles stared intently at Morgan.

In his mind, Morgan's kind and serious expressions flashed alternately, faster and faster.

Holding a departure ceremony was just a normal little thing for him.

Upon seeing Morgan standing on the elevator platform, his heart began to race, and his mouth began to water uncontrollably.

He kept swallowing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down abnormally.

Charles's mind was in complete turmoil.

It doesn't matter if other people travel far away, but he's my dad. Traveling far away is something used for other people, how can it be used for my dad?

privilege?

Shouldn't the city lord have special privileges?

The common people are the lowly people who have no right to reproduce, while the superior people are the lambs of the Lord. Neither of them are human beings!
Watching the bizarre sacrificial dance of the priests and feeling the passage of time, Charles grew increasingly tense, his intense emotions surging like a tide that refused to recede.

A barely perceptible blue light flickered in his eyes.

Thump! Thump! Snap! Thump! Thump! Snap!
The drumbeats were fading, and the sacrificial dance was drawing to a close. Once it was over, he would address the people to send off Morgan!

Charles looked around.

The ungrateful Mark, the cowardly Jingnan, the indifferent Carrie, the silent Victor, the taciturn Elon, the ignorant upper class, and the insignificant commoners.
These people are all useless.

They have already succumbed to the tyranny of Bai Yuetian and are about to sacrifice their city lord to this earthling. Now, only one person can be the hero and stop it all.

That person is me!

If we want to turn the tide and stop this terrible disaster, now is the time!
just me!
Only now! At this moment, Charles could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Or perhaps, he only realized his true feelings at the very last moment.

He didn't want Morgan to leave; he wasn't ready.

He disagrees!

Charles suddenly raised his right hand.

"Stop."

he ordered.

The priests who were performing the sacrificial dance were stunned for a moment, and stopped one after another. Their originally uniform movements suddenly became chaotic.

They looked at each other, puzzled as to why they had stopped.

The sacrificial dance is a way to reach the gods.

Interrupting the sacrificial dance is a great disrespect to the Lord of Light and Shadow.

It was the head of the association who interrupted the ritual dance.
But then again, the head of the association is the person closest to the Lord of Light and Shadow, so his interruption of the sacrificial dance must be the Lord of Light and Shadow's will.

The drumming stopped, and the air became quiet.

All eyes turned to Charles, and everyone's expressions varied.

An invisible pressure fell on Charles's shoulders.

Charles's heart was pounding.

Like a crooked pine tree on the edge of a cliff, seemingly about to plunge into the abyss, but relying on its roots accumulated over the years and its proud nature as a pine, it firmly gripped the rock and said, word by word:
"The Lord of Light and Shadow forbids Lord Morgan from traveling far away."

sieve--

All sounds are silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Charles in disbelief.

Even Morgan, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly looked up after hearing Charles's words, staring at Charles with an incredulous gaze.

Lord of Light and Shadow?

Is Lord Morgan not allowed to travel far?
Upon hearing this, Vatican and Vincent, who were standing next to Charles, changed their expressions slightly and simultaneously gripped the weapons at their waists.

Compared to Charles, who was always aloof and superior, they felt more clearly the surging emotions suppressed within the crowd, like a huge shadow moving underwater, ready to burst forth at any moment.

Bai Yuekui and Bai Yuetian stood on the second floor, leaning side by side on the railing.

"What's going on here?" Bai Yuetian asked, puzzled.

"Did Morgan change his mind? If he did, he could have told me in private. It's going to cause trouble if he changes his mind in public like this."

Every era and every person has its limitations.

Objectively speaking, given the backdrop of the successive destruction of countless human settlements on the ground, Morgan's ability to lead tens of thousands of people in the Lighthouse to drift in the sky for decades, with its achievements still surviving today, is enough to prove that he was a qualified leader.

Although he made a mistake and deserved to die, he did not have to die.

But in this situation, when almost everyone expected him to die, and emotions had reached the point of becoming an invisible powder keg, he suddenly said that he would not die.
The bucket's going to explode!

“It wasn’t Morgan’s idea.” Bai Yuekui took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket.

She said with certainty, "Morgan has no intention of living. If it weren't for the ritual of departing, he would have jumped over the railing as we left the council hall."

Click!

Bai Yuekui cracked sunflower seeds, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

Over the decades, she has seen too many people with a death wish, so she can recognize such people when she encounters them.

Morgan was determined to die.

This was originally just one of countless farewells, but now it's become an interesting one.

"Give me some." Bai Yuetian took a handful of melon seeds from Bai Yuekui's hand.

"A spur-of-the-moment decision—that's exactly the kind of thing Charles would do. This guy's always been unpredictable, but I wonder how things will develop next. Can he handle things?"

"I think a riot is going to break out."

Bai Yuetian cracked sunflower seeds, his brows slightly furrowed.

As the captain of the joint police department, he has worked on the front lines for a long time and has a keen understanding of public sentiment.

The Three Laws have extinguished humanity, and both the superiors and the inferiors have suffered greatly from them. Today is the day for Morgan to be martyred and to prove himself to everyone.

To back out now.
At this point, Charles spoke up.

He proclaimed, "Lord Morgan has devoted decades to the Lighthouse, leading it through numerous crises. His experience in managing the Lighthouse is an invaluable asset that cannot be replicated. This asset belongs to the Lighthouse, not to him personally!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Charles's words seemed to make some sense.

"Only after he had put all these experiences into writing could he travel far away!"

Charles declared in a booming voice, "This is an instruction from the Lord of Light and Shadow!"

The reason Morgan was prevented from traveling had nothing to do with how much he had contributed to the Lighthouse in the past, since many of those who had traveled before had also made significant contributions to the Lighthouse.

And it is related to Morgan's value.

Valuable people do not participate in long journeys; this is the rule of long journeys.

"That sounds reasonable."

"So, Lord Morgan isn't going on his journey today?"

"Light bears all living things, and all living things follow its shadow."

Praise be to the Lord of Light and Shadow!

"Lord Morgan has made great contributions, so it is only right that he does not travel far."

Charles heard the voices of the people around him.

He nodded in satisfaction, thinking that the old man should now understand who he could rely on.

He looked up and met Morgan's gaze.

He caught a strong sense of worry in Morgan's eyes.

Worried?

What is he worried about?
Haven't I already convinced everyone?
Charles shifted his gaze, looking away from his surroundings and towards a spot a little further away.

He saw faces with different expressions.

Negative emotions such as doubt, anger, and hatred coalesced into real human faces, spreading to the end of the corridor, on the first, second, and third floors.

Dust people, clerks, hunters, city guards, and even some priests.

The air was deathly still, like a moldy towel, the water from which it was wrung out was cold and foul, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Charles gasped for breath.

"fraud!"

Someone in the crowd shouted first.

Everyone is excited!

Insect cakes, wrenches, screws, lunch boxes, plastic buckets—a jumble of odds and ends flew toward Charles, overwhelming him and carrying with them intense resentment, like a battle cry.

"Morgan is a big liar!"

"Send him on a long journey!"

"Give my sister back to me!"

"kill him!"

"The Three Laws are a hoax!"

"A long journey! A long journey! A long journey!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the crowd pressed down on Charles and Morgan like a wall.

The negative emotions that had accumulated on the lighthouse for decades, the souls that perished tragically under the three laws, and all those who could no longer deceive themselves.
Boiling.

(End of this chapter)