The Gentleman at the End-Chapter 726 - 724: A Small Quiz

"Mr. William! How did you get out of bed!"

In the corridor of the Inpatient Department, a nurse with a blood-red cross on her face just happened to see William, who was walking out of the ward alone, and quickly went forward to assist him.

"I’m feeling quite well, and I’m planning to check on Nash’s condition. Can you lead the way?"

"Sure! Mr. Nash is currently in a Parasitic state, placed in the clinic’s basement, soaking in nutrient solution. I’ll take you there."

Stepping into the clinic’s only lift,

as the nurse reached out to press the unnumbered button at the very bottom,

Clang clang! The iron gate closed,

and after a slight shudder, the lift began to descend. The nurse wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt today’s lift was a bit slow.

Just as she was thinking of finding some topics to chat with William, who was riding the lift with her, a head stretched out from behind her and quietly appeared beside her ear.

Whispering softly:

"The lift is exceptionally slow today~ It’s a bit boring, would you like to hear a story? Nurse."

"Ah!"

William’s sudden closeness and his frosty tone startled her, and the blood cross on her face began to wriggle, forming multiple small bumps.

But in the nurse’s eyes, William was the Dean’s good friend and partner, and thus deserved respect, "Wha... What story? If Mr. William has time, I wouldn’t mind listening."

"Alright."

"One night, a nurse who had been working overtime at the hospital had just finished her routine rounds and was getting ready to go back to the nursing station to rest when she unexpectedly encountered a ’patient’ who did not belong to that floor in the corridor.

After some questioning, she found that the person was disoriented and had gone to the wrong floor. Out of kindness, the nurse offered to take the patient back.

But when they entered the elevator and tried to press the button for the correct floor, no matter how many times they pressed, only the light for the basement parking floor [-3] would illuminate.

The descent of the elevator couldn’t be stopped,

and as the nurse instinctively tried to comfort the ’patient’ next to her, she realized that the person wasn’t wearing a patient gown at all and wasn’t a patient from the hospital.

It was a woman wrapped in a large black coat, wearing a sun hat and a mask.

This made her think of the recently widely talked about story—The "Human Body Collector."

As William’s story reached this point,

the nurse, who was tense and clenching her clothing, suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman in the corner of the lift slowly standing up, facing the corner.

She matched the description given by William to the last detail.

"Ah!"

With the nurse’s scream, William closed his book.

The flickering light of the lift ceased, and everything returned to normal.

"Mr. William, I think I just saw a woman... just like the one in your story."

"It’s fine now, there’s nothing there. I was just conducting a little test, thank you for your cooperation."

Ding dong!

The lift arrived at its destination at that moment, and William waved his hand, "From here I can find Nash’s location on my own by Sensing. You go back to your work."

"Um..." The nurse took a quick step forward, gently grabbing the hem of William’s clothing. The fear was still lingering in her heart, and she did not dare to ride the lift alone, "Let me take you there, it’s also to follow the clinic’s rules."

"Alright then."

William had achieved his purpose; in his right hand, he held a strand of Fear essence that he had extracted from the nurse, and the sensation of that extracted fear persisted.

If William wanted, he could even take away all of the nurse’s ’Fear’.

However, there’s really no need for that, what he wanted was just a test,

to test whether this urban legend could be applied to different scenarios, whether it could be integrated into theater performances, and whether it could quickly harvest fear.

If he could condense fear from the blood nurse transformed by chaos, it would be enough to prove the value of this thing, and it could be said to perfectly match with William’s theater.

The deepest ward door opened,

Nash, in his amoeba’s original body, was soaked in a pool shimmering with silver light, with multiple flesh-like gaps remaining on the surface of his body, his consciousness in a sleeping state.

The ’Second Body,’ with only the upper half left, opened its eyes, and Yi Chen proactively offered his comments:

"Nash is really great; he has always been focused on syncing with my movements. As long as I give any action instruction, he will transform it into corresponding movements immediately, and the intensity is perfectly attuned, too.

He truly deserves to be an understudy~

How about this guy mainly falls under my jurisdiction from now on, William?

To retrieve my lower half from the Dead Sea, I still need to spend quite a bit of time reaching the deep, and before that, Nash needs to serve as an important support for the lower half."

William did not directly agree but counter-asked, "Do you see Nash as a friend, a collaborator, or purely as a tool, or maybe a dog?"

"Hey! I may not have the best personality, but I’m not that low... After all, I’ve been inside you and picked up quite a few gentlemanly things.

Although Nash likes to act as a dog, I still treat him as a collaborator."

"Fine."

Yi Chen looked at the parasite soaking in the liquid and changed the subject, "William, you’re going to put on a performance next, right? Using the good stuff you just got, maybe you could spread a different kind of fear throughout the Old World."

At this point, William got serious, "Yi Chen, our horizons have been raised by this operation, the higher the perspective, the farther we see, I plan to speed things up a bit... get in touch with the Skin Factory sooner."

"Oh? You’re planning to establish your theater right at the doorstep of the Skin Factory the moment you return to the Old World?"

"Not exactly, and besides, we’re still incomplete; one careless move could get us thinly veiled by those blood citizens~ Yi Chen, would you like to see ’Death’ progress swiftly?"

Yi Chen immediately caught the implied meaning, "Are you suggesting we act separately, and for me to go to the ’Original Tomb’?"

"Since we’ve already achieved the ability to act separately and you don’t particularly like ’performances’, let Nash accompany you to the Original Tomb. Leveraging our previously established relationships, you should have no trouble being accepted there, and in the depths of the Original Tomb, you should be able to accelerate your comprehension of death.

As for me, I’ll put on my own performance, gather fear, and try to restore my right eye.

Both sides progressing together will be faster, right? Once you’ve recovered your lower half, come back and find me. If my right eye is still not complete, I’ll trouble you to fetch it once more."

"The eye... you’re not planning to find Little Grape, are you?"

"No need to search~ As long as our theater grows strong, Little Grape will naturally come to see me once it hears the news. I wonder how it’s been doing on its own."

...

The Old World, a large neutral city, Light City - Ignacy

Due to the fall of the Evil Sun, regions of extreme darkness appeared across the Old World. Exploring these pitch-black restricted areas and seeking War Relics gradually became a trend.

The largest lamp-selling city, Light City, became the biggest beneficiary, quickly developing into a major city. However, in recent years, patients’ desire to explore has gradually declined, coupled with the development of lamps by several other cities, the status of Light City has been shaken, with its traffic steadily decreasing month by month.

In order to solidify its position and attract visitors,

Light City tried launching various events, including some lamp design competitions, lighting contests, and even recently using the city’s foundational ’Evil Sun Firewood’ as a gimmick,

they started a special event called the ’Extreme Darkness Arena.’

Since the duel arena was designed without any light source and the materials of the field autonomously absorbed light, competitors were to select a special lamp provided by Light City before the match to promote it.

However,

this competition unexpectedly attracted plenty of interesting outsiders, even some anti-Evil Sun organizations, ready to use the competition to completely extinguish the Evil Sun Firewood.

There was also a highly intriguing competitor who refused to choose any lamp and used his own ability for illumination, constantly twirling in his hand four ancient eyeballs of the same size, but completely different structures and hues.

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