Sequence adventurers roaming between two worlds

Standing in the shadows beneath the dilapidated eaves, Leo stared at the scene of devastation before him, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"No, I was only gone for five or six days, how did this place become like this?"

He opened his eyes wide.

A few days ago, Leo used the Primal Mirror to leave a secluded alleyway in the outer harbor area of ​​the Western Starfall Port. But now, the scene before his eyes was, if not drastically different, completely different from what he had seen before:

The once narrow alleyway now resembles a gray-white scar forcibly torn open by some immense force, with the walls of the buildings on both sides exhibiting a strange, glassy texture.

The walls on both sides are covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks. Occasionally, a piece of plaster peels off, revealing not bricks and stones, but a grayish-white skeleton inside that has been burned to a crisp and looks as if it would crumble at the slightest touch.

The air still carried an indescribable acrid smell of burning, a mixture of molten metal, instantaneous carbonization of organic matter, and a cool, ozone-like odor.

The scene resembled an indescribable fire.

It might not even be an ordinary fire!

Leo's gaze fell on the streaks of gray and white marks.

In a typical fire, what's left afterward are usually scorch marks, not this strange grayish-white state.

The effects of supernatural powers?

Did Leona do it? If she possesses this level of strength and destructive power... not to mention myself now, even a professional, unless they become a Bronze-level adventurer like the Azure Silver Sword Maiden, would be powerless to resist.

"What exactly happened here after I left?"

Leo frowned.

He must figure this out first, otherwise he will feel uneasy.

With this in mind, Leo used the shadows to quietly leave the place.

……

The streets of the outer harbor of Falling Star Port are always shrouded in mist, the smell of the sea, and the stench of cheap rum in the early morning.

"Freshly unloaded Oriental spices, arrived at the port!" A man pushing a wheelbarrow, piled high with sacks, squeezed through the crowd. "Just one silver crown, guaranteed to make your kitchen smell amazing!"

"Hot fish fillets! Freshly caught cod! Only 3 pence!" A woman with a bamboo basket on her head squeezed through the crowd, her voice carrying through the street: "Eat one, and you'll have energy for half a day!"

Vendors shouting their wares, pedestrians hurrying by, and new cars billowing steam...

And those towering buildings, filled with Victorian-era style.

Leo walked down the street, looking at everything before him with a sigh.

He hadn't seen such a lively and down-to-earth scene in a long time.

On his two previous trips to the Western Pole, he was either about to commit suicide or dealing with attacks from thugs and Leona. His impressions of Falling Star Harbor were almost entirely based on fragments of his original memories.

Only then did Leo finally have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes.

"Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale! The newly published 'Falling Star Times'. The Falling Star Governor, daughter of Count Augustus, 'The Pearl of the South of Augustus,' will soon return from her studies to participate in the upcoming Star Festival!"

"It is said that the Governor-General intends to choose a sweetheart for the 'Pearl of the South'..."

A newspaper boy was shouting loudly in the street.

Upon hearing this, Leo's heart stirred.

"A newspaper, huh...?"

He raised his hand and waved: "Newspaper vendor, this way."

The newspaper boy looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. He was very thin and had a large backpack slung around his waist, which was full of newly printed newspapers.

"Sir, would you like a copy of the Falling Star Times? With your handsome looks, perhaps you'll catch the eye of the 'Pearl of the South' and His Excellency the Governor?"

The newspaper boy's face was beaming with a warm smile.

"Do you have all the newspapers from the past week here?" Leo asked.

"Of course, sir." The newspaper boy's eyes lit up. There were always some customers who rarely went out and learned about major events in the outside world mainly through regular newspapers.

He deftly pulled a bundle of newspapers from a hidden compartment in his satchel: "Sir, this is a week's worth of newspapers. It's a bargain, only five pennies."

A copy of the Fallen Star Times cost one penny.

A week's supply, because it's expired newspapers, is discounted.

Leo readily paid, took the newspaper, and found a less crowded spot on the street to start reading.

Soon, he found the part he was looking for.

"Shocking! A massive fire has suddenly broken out in the outer city of Falling Star Harbor, in the area between numbers 77 and 98 of Blackthorn Alley!"

This is a newspaper from five days ago.

Working backwards, it was the day he left the Western Pole!

Leo continued browsing the contents of the message.

"...In the New Royal Calendar of 1643, on the third Monday of the month of Blazing Fire, at 9:32 a.m., a fire broke out in a part of Blackthorn Alley. Witnesses said that the initial flames were an eerie, cold white color, which seemed to be a mysterious phenomenon. Later, the Security Bureau refuted the rumor, saying that a resident in the alley had secretly stockpiled a large amount of white phosphorus, a new type of chemical raw material, in his home."

"9:32 AM..."

Upon seeing this specific time, Leo was deeply moved.

This occurred within minutes of him leaving the Western Pole.

Leo simply couldn't believe that this strange fire had nothing to do with Leona!

only……

"Was Leona's reaction to my departure really that strong?"

This wasn't the first time he had disappeared so suddenly.

If that were the case, Leona could have done it back in the old house; there was no need to wait until the second time.

"Unless, it wasn't Leona who started this white fire, but someone else entirely?"

Leo fell into deep thought.

He always felt that he had unknowingly gotten himself into a huge trouble.

Or rather, the original owner's death was part of a certain vortex, but his unexpected arrival caused the train, which should have been moving smoothly, to stall. As a result, in order to deal with this change, the "person behind the scenes" had to take other actions to intervene.

Just thinking about it gave Leo a headache.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the jumble of thoughts in his mind.

Regardless, possessing the Primordial Mirror allows him to travel to the Adventurer's Continent at any time, making him virtually invincible.

The most important thing right now is to go to the black market in the port area to see if we can sell the Dark Shards and exchange them for some good items.

As for Leona...

"It's best not to go see her for now."

"It's not too late to take revenge once I become a professional, or even a bronze-level professional, and have complete confidence."

"Time is on my side."

It's still uncertain whether Leona started that fire. If she did, then her strength is far greater than I initially anticipated.

Leo examined the newspaper in his hand.

The official reporting on this incident made her realize something:

"The security bureau seems to be intentionally guiding the situation, unwilling to expose the secret side to the public eye."

"Is there something they're afraid of? Or is it an agreement between the mystical side of this world and the official authorities?"

Leo shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and headed towards the port area.

As for the old house... he was indeed curious about what exactly happened regarding Bai Zhimin and the so-called "last will and testament".

However, we can only get a glimpse of this matter through the diary left by the original owner's father. It is unknown whether the original owner's brother, Li Mo, has found this diary.

I'll go check it out after I get back from the black market.