After cleaning up the trash, Bologue greeted Wei’Er and then pushed the door open to leave.

At midnight, the street was silent, with only the lonely streetlights flickering by the roadside. The fresh air flowed gently from the still-blowing wind, brushing softly against the skin, waking Bologue up a bit. Yet, the scene before him seemed desolate and forlorn.

The trash bags swept across with the wind, as if the street had just ended a wild revelry, leaving countless cigarette butts and bottle caps behind. The air was filled with an intoxicating scent of alcohol, which was particularly pungent at this moment.

The clubs on the street gradually pulled down their curtains, and the music slowly faded away. Bologue’s expression was somewhat dazed, as if eroded by the revelry, a sense of desolation surged from deep within, exposing the decay and solitude in the silent night.

Bologue looked toward the street corner, where the night was hazy, mixed with phantasmagoric shadows. Groups of drunken people passed by, laughing, supporting each other. Their voices, joyous and boisterous, roared in his ears, shattering the quiet of the night.

The fragrance of wine was overwhelming, and many men and women were slightly drunk, their eyes shimmering with joy. On this beautiful night, people cast aside their fatigue and laughed unrestrainedly.

Bologue walked silently on the street. The current atmosphere reminded him of his internship days when he loved to roam the streets at midnight, hunting those who attempted to break the iron rules in the shadows.

Suddenly, the sound of a bottle breaking caught Bologue’s attention. He saw two drunk men not far away, cursing about something. Opposite the drunks was a slender figure, walking by herself, seemingly uninterested in dealing with them.

"Miss, I see you’ve been wandering here for a long time... Is there something you need?"

One of the drunks walked over, attempting to talk to the woman, but she ignored him entirely, moving quickly around the block as if patrolling.

With the aid of alcohol, the drunk was enraged by the woman’s cold reaction. The other drunk also followed, and at this time, they happened to turn the corner, disappearing from Bologue’s sight. Immediately, the even louder sound of a bottle smashing was heard.

Realizing something was wrong, Bologue quickly followed.

When Bologue turned the corner, a completely different scene unfolded before him. The drunks lay on the ground, faces stained with dirty blood, close to death, while the woman who was harassed stood beside them.

The woman wore a pitch-black overcoat, the material resilient and light, without any patterns—just a calm black, simple yet elegant.

She had a slender figure, the coat clinging to her body, enhancing her perfect curves. She didn’t wear any jewelry or accessories, exuding an indescribable aura of mystery, as if possessing a complex personality, both tranquil externally and turbulent within, giving her an elusive feel.

Like a shadow.

Bologue wasn’t captivated by her, but instead became extremely vigilant. From the moment he noticed something wrong to reaching the corner took merely a few seconds, yet she had silently and cleanly dealt with the two in that time.

Bologue wasn’t about to praise the woman’s skills because he had already seen those blood-red eyes.

As dazzling as rubies, even the veil on her face couldn’t conceal their brilliance.

A mix of unfamiliarity and familiarity intertwined, and Bologue instinctively uttered the name. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Olivia?"

Olivia was taken aback. There weren’t many people in this world who could call out her name, let alone expect to meet one now. At that moment, as if fearing she wouldn’t recognize him, Bologue let the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid slip from his sleeve, directly cutting open his palm.

Having spent a long time with Serey, Bologue was well-versed in the culture of the Night Race, who viewed blood as not only their sustenance and source of power but also a medium for connection.

A faint aura of blood wafted up, yet to Olivia’s keen senses, it was as if a tidal wave, flooding from the scent. She immediately recalled Bologue’s identity and their shared experiences. In the depths of this aura, she detected a troubling impurity, like a coiled venomous insect, impossible to expel.

An aura that didn’t belong to Bologue.

Olivia was familiar with the blood aura hidden within Bologue, and thus, her demeanor changed abruptly, cold and oppressive, rapidly spreading as if invisible blades were slashing toward Bologue.

Being one of the few Night Race members who left the Land of Eternal Night, and after hearing Serey’s peculiar comments upon mentioning her name, Bologue was certain Olivia was connected to Serey, and possibly even tied to the rise of the Rebellious Royal Court.

Confronted with Olivia’s threat, Bologue’s nerves tensed immediately. When they first met, he was just a newcomer to the Extraordinary World, but now Bologue had become a Negative Power User, with enough strength to challenge former powerful foes.

A battle did not erupt.

Just as Bologue’s murderous intent peaked, Olivia suddenly abandoned her hostility, her presence fading to a remarkable calmness, leaving Bologue, ready for a fight, confused and unsure.

"Bologue?"

Olivia recognized Bologue, calling his name with a hint of amusement, as if Bologue were a savior appearing just in time before her.