reincarnation npc, but tomorrow's ark

He watched helplessly as the streets, skyscrapers, and brightly lit city sped past below him.

Flying was still too advanced for this Terran, especially this kind of reckless flight.

"Here we are."

Bai Ye manipulated the airflow to bring the two of them down.

This was his first time trying this method, and aside from being a bit unfriendly to passengers, it seemed to be a pretty good way to travel.

Of course, if Bai Ye wanted, he could break the sound barrier right now, but even with the air shield protecting him, probably only a Super Terran could withstand that speed.

……

Well, at least for now, Bison isn't doing too well.

"Cough cough cough—cough cough!"

Bison knelt on one knee, coughing and gagging repeatedly. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten much that evening, so he didn't vomit all over the place.

"Hey, are you alright?" Mostima tilted his head to the side, looking at the agonizingly painful Foolish Man, saying this, but his face showed a look of enjoying the show.

You should at least pretend!

Bai Ye smiled.

This is probably how it is the first time you go into space.

This is much more uncomfortable than flying, because there is no sense of groundedness or security. You feel like you are floating in the air without anything to rely on, which is very uncomfortable and a feeling of being out of control.

Bai Ye's first attempt at flying was even more disastrous than Bison's.

You should know that he had a special fear of the sky, and it wasn't until after he traveled through time that he overcame his past psychological darkness.

If his former teachers at the Loyalty Academy knew about this, they would probably be very pleased.

"Let's get some rest later... um, if nothing goes wrong." Bai Ye wasn't too sure either, but according to the plan, Penguin Logistics wouldn't have any peace tonight.

"Mr. Bai Ye, you're being too reckless. You should at least have given me a heads-up..."

Bison stood up, supporting himself with his shield. He had clung tightly to it while flying, not daring to let go.

It wasn't fear, but rather the fact that he actually had the leisure to worry that if he wasn't careful and dropped the shield, something so heavy might knock down any lucky passersby.

If that happened, even a Super Terran would probably be sent.

"Are you being reckless? Before Melantha even became my student, I threw her directly off the aircraft, and I only caught her just before she hit the ground." Bai Ye scratched his head, not feeling that he had gone too far.

Bison was stunned. Was it really that terrifying?

“I think this kind of behavior is no longer normal,” Mostima couldn’t help but complain.

Bai Ye blinked, looking somewhat disbelieving.

"But that's what my teachers did back then... They would even chase after us in Jeeps. I feel like this kind of behavior is quite normal."

Okay, don't expect Bai Ye to have the same level of experience as a normal person.

As an orphan of an Ark crew member, Bai Ye, who joined the Northern Cross Project at a young age, is completely unrelated to the word "normal".

Having this kind of thought now is somewhat expected.

Anyway, we've arrived.

Mostima straightened the two staffs on her back, then pointed to the street not far away:

"Do you see that extravagant, golden street? It's like the midnight sun."

"Hmm, so that's the destination?"

Bison has reorganized and can be considered to have made some adjustments.

"That's right, at the end of the earth, 1301 Sunset Boulevard East, there's a huge penguin graffiti at the entrance, it's easy to spot."

Bai Ye nodded, then patted the boy on the shoulder:

"You'll have to walk the rest of the road by yourself."

“Oh, in that case, I should go too. The road ahead shouldn’t be too difficult, right?” Mostima also prepared to leave.

"Oh, what about Miss Mostima and Mr. Baiye?"

"Hmm—I can't always protect you, can I?" Mostima smiled. "Sorry, I have other work to do too. I need to get along well with everyone."

Bai Ye put it even more bluntly:

"If the elders are present, the younger generation won't feel too comfortable, right? Let's try to have some fun with them. I won't participate."

“You make it sound like you’re old…” Mostima rolled her eyes. “Speaking of which, you seem to be… um, 20? Or 22?”

"Age means nothing to me anymore... We should broaden our horizons and set a higher standard."

So how old are you exactly?

"I won't tell you~"

As they talked, the two walked further and further away, leaving Bison behind.

"Is this the world of the strong? It feels so amazing!" Bison stood there, slightly stunned.

The sudden appearance of Bai Ye left a deep impression on the boy in less than half an hour.

His natural ease and the demeanor of a strong person filled him with admiration.

A corner of this world was slowly unveiled to this bewildered young messenger.

……

"Isn't it too early? Letting him experience so much now... Come to think of it, this isn't just broadening his horizons, it's practically reshaping his worldview?"

After the two had walked away, Mostima couldn't help but complain.

Bai Ye smiled:

"Since we're here to broaden our horizons, why not go big and start from a higher level?"

"I hope that guy O'Ear will give me some extra benefits and some preferential treatment for my company because of my help," Bai Ye said with a smile.

“Even now, I still don’t know what you want to do.” Mostima sighed softly.

Bai Ye stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and looked at Mostima:

"Hey, Xiao Mo, have you ever seen the Milky Way?"

"Ok?"

"The purple twilight, the golden mountains, the dawn tinged with the color of lilies, the indigo hills rising in the morning sun—the Milky Way, painted with layers of color, is magnificent and beautiful."

"Ah."

"If I have the chance, I'd like to go see it again, after everything is over..."

Chapter 105 Shooting That Penguin Away

"Longmen has changed a lot."

Mostima and Bai Ye were walking down the road. Mostima couldn't help but speak up.

The last time she came to Lungmen was before, before the Undead appeared, before Bai Ye was kicked over by Luna, and everything remained as it was at the beginning of the story.

“But some things haven’t changed.” Bai Ye looked at the Longmen people in mourning clothes sweeping the graves in the city center cemetery.

“After all, it’s Requiem Night. Amidst the revelry, there are still some serious matters to attend to.” Mostima nodded slightly.

"To soothe the soul..."

Bai Ye slowly walked towards the cemetery.

He walked through a forest of stone tablets and flowers piled up everywhere.

Bai Ye suddenly spoke up:

"The Night of Requiem originates from a certain ritual performed by the ancient Sarkaz. Long ago, the meaning of this name was much more complex."

"People welcome back the souls of the deceased, soothe their lingering attachments on Requiem Night, and allow them to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Mostima smiled:

"Mr. Baiye, would you believe these things? They're just legends."

"Because I saw it once... The sky was dark, the air was heavy, and when my companion and I looked up at the horizon, a chaotic but huge procession was slowly moving forward. They were dressed in strange black costumes, playing off-key songs on primitive instruments, and the people in the procession were muttering ancient Sarkaz and shouting slogans."

"Later, we learned that it was the Sarkaz's Black Festival."

At that time, Bai Ye was still a player and had not yet transmigrated.

It wasn't until after he traveled through time and combined the information from Rhodes Island's database that he realized what he and his companions at the Libertines' Tea Party had actually seen.

Then, Bai Ye shook his head:

"However, on this land, burial is just an idealized notion, because all graves will eventually disappear. No one can sleep peacefully forever."

When faced with natural disasters, wars, or abandonment, etc., once a city disappears, the dead buried in it will also vanish into thin air.

As for the countless settlements on the vast wilderness, none of the descendants of any of these settlements have ever been able to find the burial grounds of their ancestors.

“So, there’s a funeral practice called a cemetery road, where a section of the city’s flight path is designated as a cemetery, and the deceased’s belongings are scattered along that road, with the recurring passage of the vehicle seen as a form of veneration,” Mostima added from the side.

"Um……"

Bai Ye nodded, then noted something down in his memo log.

After doing all this, Bai Ye suddenly turned to look at Mostima:

"Alright, the celebration is about to begin. Will you be coming?"

"Hmm, maybe?"

Mostima turned around as he spoke, and Bai Ye also turned around. Behind the two of them stood a Sarkaz man wearing a suit and a mask.

At least, judging from the tail, they should be Sarkaz.

“Is.” Bai Ye recognized the newcomer.

Mostima was also somewhat surprised:

"Is, this is quite unexpected. You were also summoned here?"

"I guess so. But it feels good to be able to escape from a business cocktail party." Is stretched. "Although it was just a small-time mafia operation, not worth making such a fuss about. But I just wanted to get away from the troublesome socializing and find a chance to catch my breath."

He then looked at Bai Ye, a hint of resentment in his eyes:

"Mr. Baiye, because of your Adventurers' Association, my workload and social engagements have almost doubled. Fortunately, I can rest a bit after returning to Lungmen."

"I'm really sorry then," Bai Ye apologized insincerely.

"Oh well... let me see. Croissant has some new parts custom-made for her hammer. Exusiai asked me to help maintain her Guardian Gun. Anyway, there's still a lot to do."

It is clear that Is is a competent worker.

“Hmm, perhaps I’ll need your help too,” Mostima said, taking a white staff from behind her. “Could you please keep this staff for me?”

“It’s alright. Besides my regular job, it’s also my duty to handle these miscellaneous tasks for my colleagues… um…” Is stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, “This white one. You understand what that means, right?”

Mostima nodded:

"of course I know."

"Bai Ye, didn't you invite me to the celebration? Well then, at least tonight, let me relax a bit. I can't really bring it into the ball; it would get out of control."

Mostima was not going to bring her grandfather's staff into the celebration.

Then, he turned to look at Bai Ye:

"Bai Ye, you'll probably join the party today, right? What role are you going to play?"

"Well, it's no trouble to tell you in advance. You probably already know what kind of farce happened tonight. In short, the Syracuse mafia got restless and wanted to take over Penguin Logistics' territory, so the two sides started fighting."

"It's really that simple," Mostima remarked.

"However, the Rat King's plan had some minor flaws. For example, the Mafia members did not follow the rules of the game and actually went to the slums to cause trouble, and even injured the Rat King's old friend."

Even though he wasn't there, Bai Ye had a pretty good grasp of how things were going.

"Of course, there's also Penguin Logistics."