Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 380 The Night Watch

Barrow opened his eyes and was greeted by white walls and various life monitoring devices.

The smell of disinfectant...

They should be in the hospital.

I didn't die?

A sense of relief, like surviving a disaster, welled up inside me.

"You're awake."

A burly man approached, glanced at him, and placed his water glass on the table beside him.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's you!"

Barrow recognized the person as the strange man who had been pierced through the heart by the black tentacle but was completely unharmed.

"Let me introduce you." The burly man held out his hand:

Chris the Night Watchman.

Night Watchman?

Barrow's eyes widened in confusion, then, as if he had just realized something, his eyes widened, and he suddenly sat up in bed:

"How's the lab going?"

"There was a fire in the lab, and everything inside was destroyed." Chris shrugged.

"Don't worry, the investigation shows that this was an accident, and the insurance company will compensate BTOP Group for its losses."

"Well……"

He stroked his stubble-covered chin and said:

"The insurance company seems to be part of the BHP Group."

"Unexpected?" Barrow looked surprised.

"It's not that monster..."

"There are no monsters in this world." Chris smiled.

"At least that's how it appears to ordinary people."

"No monsters?" For a moment, Barrow almost thought that his experiences over the past few days were a dream, but he quickly realized that it wasn't a dream, but something that had actually happened, and couldn't help but ask:

"What is that thing on me?"

"A parasitic monster." Chris pulled up a chair, sat down, took out a cigar, cut it, and put it in his mouth.

"They're said to be extraterrestrial beings, does anyone know?"

Parasitic monster?

Extraterrestrial beings?

Barrow's eyes were glazed over.

"Give."

Chris handed him a water glass, which Barrow took instinctively. He felt its weight and gripped it tightly.

This scene made Chris's eyes flicker slightly.

"You've already experienced the other side of the world, so there's no harm in telling you."

"Beyond the 'world' as understood by ordinary people, there are many 'things' that are difficult to explain with 'common sense'."

A cigar was lit, wisps of smoke rising from it, and Chris's leisurely voice drifted through it:

"This world is complex, filled with all sorts of monsters, strange and unusual tools, and mysterious and eerie beings..."

"They survive in the cracks between humans."

"The parasitic monster attached to you is one of them. It is controlled from a distance by a mother, and has superhuman strength, speed, and regenerative abilities."

"A parasitic monster?" Barrow subconsciously touched his neck, and only after confirming there were no injuries did he breathe a sigh of relief and ask:

"If the monsters you're talking about are all as strong as that thing, why are we still hiding?"

"Because we're here." Chris chuckled.

"The Night Watchman".

"We are the guardians of order, the nemesis of monsters, the protectors of humanity, and the defenders of history..."

"hey-hey……"

He chuckled softly, a cigar between his fingers.

"Doesn't it give people a strong sense of mission?"

Uh……

Baro chuckled dryly.

"Parasite monsters are the lowest level of monsters; even an ordinary person could handle them," Chris sighed.

"A truly terrifying existence..."

"They can distort time, alter history, and deny common sense. Perhaps this world was created by some monster."

"Ah!" Barrow was dumbfounded.

"Let's not talk about that now." Chris waved his hand, clearing the smoke from his face, and said:

"Young man, you're about to graduate. Have you found a job that meets your expectations?"

"Professor Carl said he could continue employing me in the lab, or provide a letter of introduction to a company under the BHP Group," Barrow began.

"I should still be engaged in scientific research."

"Good." Chris nodded.

"How much is your monthly salary?"

"It could be two thousand pounds."

"Are you interested in being a night watchman? The basic salary is four thousand pounds, with bonuses for going out on missions, as well as a housing allowance. On average, you can earn six thousand pounds a month, after tax."

Six thousand in after-tax income!

They definitely belong to the high-income group in Fast City.

Barrow's breath hitched, but the thought of what he might have come into contact with sent a chill down his spine.

"never mind!"

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people?"

Chris took the water glass from Barrow's hand and tossed it gently to the ground.

"Bang!"

It was as if a heavy object weighing over a hundred pounds had been dropped on the ground, and the hard ground cover was actually smashed into a dent.

"This is something an ordinary person couldn't handle."

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This isn't a hospital, but rather one of the Night Watch's underground bases, Chris said.

Stepping out of the room, there was a long corridor.

The passageway is made of an unknown metal, giving it a solid and indestructible feel.

"Extraordinary abilities are usually inherited through bloodlines or gained through contact with certain special items."

Chris said as he walked:

"A very small portion can be acquired through learning and practice."

"Can learning lead to extraordinary abilities?" Barrow asked in surprise.

"certainly."

Chris nodded:

"Extraordinary power is not a recent phenomenon; some of the ancient paladins and magicians were real."

"However, not everyone can acquire extraordinary abilities through learning; in fact, such cases are very rare."

"The Night Watch has a tradition left by the Holy See hundreds of years ago, but only a very few people can successfully cultivate it."

"Where are you?" Barrow asked, nodding.

"Where did you get your abilities from?"

"Some kind of strange object." Chris shrugged.

"When I was a child, I accidentally swallowed something, and then I gained the ability to manipulate flesh and blood."

Manipulating flesh and blood?

Barrow looked at the other person's body and nodded thoughtfully.

Chris possesses incredible strength, speed, and regenerative abilities; he can even survive a pierced heart.

This is likely due to the effect of special abilities.

"that!"

Chris pointed to a handsome blond man playing with a pen not far away and said:

"Golden Retriever's ability is 'Weapon Link,' which he inherited from his grandfather."

"Some abilities can be given to others."

Weapon linkage?

Barrow turned his head and saw "Golden Hair" nod in acknowledgment, while the pen in his hand floated in mid-air and spun around him.

!

Oh my God!

Barrow's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Diana, telepathy, you can think of it as mind reading, you can know what the other person is thinking just by looking at them."

?

Barrow instinctively lowered his head, which elicited a burst of laughter.

"Your ability is quite special; it was acquired through genetic modification, and it's also the current research direction of the Watch organization."

Chris said:

"Some people wanted to create an army of superhumans, but unfortunately..."

"Let's test your abilities first."

"Mr. Chris," Barrow said hurriedly.

"I'm just testing my abilities; I don't intend to join the Night's Watch."

"Of course," Chris chuckled.

But in his heart, he disagreed.

Those who have experienced the other side of the world find it difficult to return to the world of normal people; this is a kind of ironclad rule.

Does pretending to be an ordinary person make you an ordinary person?

impossible!

Chris believed that Barrow would eventually return to this place and become a member of the Night's Watch.

(End of this chapter)