Abnormal Moon

He wandered around in the night for a while, as if unwilling to approach a dark abyss, but after a long time, he resigned himself to his fate and headed towards his destination.

Before long, he arrived at his destination.

A church that was used as a school.

After entering the church, he did not go through the main entrance, but went to the backyard, moved the manhole cover, and went down the underground waterway through the wall-mounted staircase.

It was completely dark here, without a single ray of light, like being inside a completely dark cave. The road ahead was like a black hole, exuding a chilling and eerie feeling.

"Here he comes."

In the darkness, a soft, feminine voice rang out.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Omaru. Although you only brought two magicians over two days, and they were just magic apprentices, the efficiency is a bit underwhelming, but I'm still very grateful to you."

A dark silhouette crouched there.

The man didn't get up at all; instead, he was fiddling with something with his head down, and his tone sounded very cheerful.

"I'm so sorry, Master. Magicians are very rare, and I can't find any at all. I can only trick some magic apprentices into coming here. Please forgive me. Next time, no, tomorrow, I will definitely bring more magic apprentices!"

Although the man's voice was very gentle, Oumaru trembled violently upon hearing it, knelt down in fear and immediately prostrated himself in a deep bow.

"I wasn't blaming you."

The man stood up from the ground. In front of him lay a shriveled, mummy-like body. The body's eyeballs were still moving around, but it couldn't utter a single word. Its eyes were filled with pleading.

But the real man ignored the pleading look in the man's eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and in the blink of an eye, his palm transformed into an electric drill, which hissed and burrowed into the man's body.

"How strange, what exactly is a magic circuit? Why can I find it but not copy it onto myself?"

The body on the ground trembled violently, and tears streamed down its face from the pain, but it couldn't utter a sound. It could only glare at the real person with eyes full of hatred, as if it wanted to grind him to dust.

Omaru knelt there, not daring to say a word, not even making a sound, for fear of becoming the next test subject.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the real person let out a soft exclamation.

"Mr. Omaru, have you betrayed me?"

"No! Absolutely not! How could I possibly betray Master Zhenren! I didn't even have that thought!"

"Oh, so you're just too useless. You didn't even realize you were being followed."

Omaru's expression wasn't too good. He was one of the top students at the magic school and was the president of the club even before the Great Disaster. He was never associated with being a good-for-nothing.

Although he was unhappy, he didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal, or even show that expression on his face.

He had always understood that the rule of this world was the survival of the fittest. Before the cataclysm, people still followed social rules, but the cataclysm was like a knife, cutting off the last fig leaf from people's bodies, and from then on, this rule was nakedly displayed in front of the world.

In the past, if someone said that the rule of society was the survival of the fittest, many people would jump out and refute it with beautiful words of truth, goodness, beauty, and lofty ideals.

But in this day and age, if someone says that the rule of society is the survival of the fittest, there will be a huge crowd of people who will agree with him, and everyone will want to become a strong person who controls the fate of others immediately.

The weak, in order to survive in this era, can only go with the flow.

"It seems there's no escaping it."

The man listened intently for a while, then a look of frustration appeared on his face.

"Staying here will only lead to our doom, so let's go up and take a look!"

No extra chapters tonight. This volume is very short, just an introduction. I estimate it will end in about thirty more chapters. The next volume will be the Curse Chapter.

Chapter 310 The Real Person Appears

under night.

"Why are you waking people up in the middle of the night to do a mission?"

"You'd better work hard, or I'll tear this coffee shop down!"

"Takina, you are so heartless!"

Inoue Takina ignored her companion's indignant protests with a blank expression, loaded the special bullet, and then waved to the guards behind her.

Inoue Takina led one guard team, while Nishiki Chizuka led another, spreading out from the east and west sides respectively, surrounding the church in a circle.

After arriving at their respective positions, the guards put on special goggles, set up guns loaded with special bullets that could harm cursed spirits, and aimed the barrels and muzzles at the church.

Meanwhile, some team members silently dispersed and, as instructed, pasted the distributed rune papers onto nearby walls or the ground.

After sensing that the rune paper was in place.

Roy snapped his fingers.

With a hum, the rune papers scattered around the church began to flash, and magic rippled outwards, forming a barrier more than a hundred meters wide that covered the church like an inverted bowl.

That way, the guy won't be able to escape easily.

"But I really didn't expect that the boss, the cursed spirit, would actually be hiding in the church."

Roy stood on the rooftop of the nearest building outside the church, looking down at the barrier below. Inside the church, everything was peaceful, and there seemed to be no unusual phenomena.

But everyone present knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

"That guy named Oimaru is a henchman of the boss, the Cursed Spirit. Once we figure that out, everything else will be easy."

Weber took out a cigar, lit it, and muttered to himself.

"But it's really unexpected that the other side set up their headquarters in the church. If I remember correctly, there was a cursed spirit disaster here three days ago?"

"Yes."

Tono Shiki nodded with a gloomy expression.

During that cursed spirit disaster, he personally killed Professor Varian, and many others became victims of the cyborg attacks.

"That's incredibly audacious! That guy clearly attacked the church himself, yet he dared to hide in the church's basement. That's what you call 'the darkest place is under the lamp'!"

Iskandarmo stroked his chin, which was adorned with a beard as bushy as a lion's mane, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

In recent days, the church has been attacked by cursed spirits and cyborgs far more than just the church itself, so the magicians did not pay special attention to the church during their investigation.

The stench of the curse is still strong here, and the magicians only believe it to be the result of a large-scale attack by cyborgs three days ago.

It turned out that it was hiding in the church, in the very place it had attacked before. One has to admire its audacity.

Who would be bold enough to stay at a crime scene?

What's more, this is a cursed spirit. Cursed spirits are monsters that have no brains, just like magical beasts. Who would have thought that this boss, the cursed spirit, would actually have a brain?

Weber, at least, hadn't expected it.

Although Roy knew that top-tier cursed spirits possessed intelligence, he had no intention of investigating and left all the brain work to Waver.

Looking back now, the attack three days ago was probably a protective layer that the boss, the cursed spirit, had put on, making people think he was no longer there, when in fact he was hiding deep inside this church, in the blind spots of people's consciousness.

"somebody is coming!"

Tono Shiki suddenly saw someone appear in the shadows downstairs. He looked closely and found that it was a security guard wearing a security uniform, waving to them on the roof.

"Has it been discovered?"

"Go down and see for yourself!"

Iskandar put his hand on Weber's shoulder, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"Wait a minute, you wouldn't—oops!"

Weber's expression changed, and he quickly tried to refuse.

Iskandar grabbed his shoulder and jumped lightly off the rooftop of the building.

With his utterly rude scream, Iskandar's massive body slammed heavily onto the red bricks below like a giant cauldron, crushing countless bricks.

"That's enough! Can't you just walk up the stairs properly?!"

"Isn't this faster? As a magician, you shouldn't fuss over such trivial matters!"

"I'm a useless magician. I couldn't even jump off a building. I have every reason to complain!"

The Useless One in the Magician.

Roy was speechless.

If even a mediocre magician can free Iskandar from his corruption, wouldn't a powerful magician be willing to take down the entire Throne of Heroes for his own use?

Roy glanced at Tono Shiki beside him and asked him with an ambiguous look.

"Would you like to try it too?"

"I'll go down the stairs!"

Tono Shiki understood his meaning, his expression changed immediately, and he quickly walked towards the stairs.

This building isn't very tall, only seven or eight stories, but there's no need to play heart-pounding games.

Roy shrugged, then walked to the edge of the rooftop, and with a light leap, his figure floated down like a wild goose, landing gently on the ground.

"The scent of a curse is wafting out... Has the cursed spirit appeared?"