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Chapter 1812 Obsession (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"But—" The young man opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

“But why would I oppose your actions? Oppose you following ‘Christos’ and ‘K’?” Heo turned to the young man beside him and asked slowly.

“Yes.” The young man looked at the old man in front of him, paused slightly, and then nodded gently.

“Child, whether you have conducted rigorous investigations or not, the path you have chosen is one fraught with danger and thorns,” Heo calmly raised his head, gazing at the distant sunlight and the gentle breeze. “For you, you are searching for hope for millions.”

He turned to look at the young man beside him, “But to me, he is my only child, heading towards danger and death.”

Upon hearing this, the young man slightly raised his head, looked at He Ao, opened his mouth, and for a moment did not know what to say.

He Ao simply looked away calmly. "Many parents drive their children to take risks because they have no other choice, but I do. Although this world is terrible and the federal system is suffocating and oppressive, I can still protect you and let you live a peaceful and stable life."

"But if the whole city is buried, who can find peace?" The young man raised his head, his face slightly flushed. "You can protect me for a while, but can you protect me for a lifetime? Can you protect me in every way?"

The moment he said those words, he seemed to realize something was wrong, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Sorry, I got carried away."

“It’s alright,” He Ao shook his head slightly. “When I was young, I also argued with your grandfather in the same way.”

The young man slightly raised his head.

“You know that your mother and I met in the wilderness, but she never told you why I went to the wilderness,” He Ao said calmly as a cool breeze ruffled his hair. “When I was young, your grandfather hoped that I would go into politics and had already paved the way for me, but I didn’t want to follow the path he had laid out for me, so I left home and went to venture into the wilderness.”

At this point, he lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't know what to say, or as if he had already said everything he needed to say.

A somber silence lingered between the two, like the wind blowing through the empty streets, stirring the hearts of the silent souls.

"Do you still think I'm rebellious even now?" After an unknown amount of time, the young man slightly opened his mouth and asked in a low voice.

“I don’t like what you do,” Heo paused, then said calmly, “and I don’t want you to do these things.”

He looked up at the cleaning truck that was about to be sorted, "But objectively speaking, you did what a hero should do."

He turned around and looked at the young man's somewhat surprised gaze. "You didn't embarrass me, nor did you embarrass your mother."

He paused, then gently patted the young man's shoulder. "You did a great job, kid!"

"It's not easy to get your praise," the young man smiled and twitched his nose slightly.

He didn't push He Ao's hand off his shoulder, but instead lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "How's the situation outside?"

“Very good,” He Ao said calmly. “Although there have been some setbacks, everything is moving in a positive direction.”

The young man looked up at He Ao.

Those innocent eyes were fixed on He Ao's eyes, as if confirming something, or perhaps worrying.

Finally, he lowered his head and said slowly, "That's good."

As he spoke, he looked up at the cleaning truck that had finished packing up and was leaving, and at the cleaning workers waving goodbye to the truck driver.

The towering skyscrapers gradually blurred in the silhouettes of the crowd, and the sunlit streets slowly grew cold.

"Dad, do you think that world full of flowers really exists?" The young man's low voice echoed in the blank world.

“I’ve never seen it,” He Ao said calmly, watching the illusory city gradually disappear. “Perhaps one day, someone will be able to see it.”

His hand lightened slightly, and the young man who had been pressing on his shoulder vanished, leaving only a lingering shadow.

The once grand and imposing old city, at this moment, was completely reduced to scattered light and shadow.

The power of the underworld amplifies the obsessions of the deceased, creating this 'strange phenomenon'.

At the end of the radiant light ahead, a small door, shimmering with light, is faintly revealed.

He Ao stood quietly, staring at the small door, lost in the emptiness.

Time seemed to stand still around him, and the whole world was eerily quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally lifted his foot slightly and walked towards the small door.

-

Limen Store

The quiet tavern was now deserted, except for a lonely and thin woman sitting at the bar, slowly sipping her drink.

Inside the bar, the owner, who sells alcohol, sat in a chair with his eyes closed, seemingly in a peaceful slumber.

boom--

Heavy footsteps came from outside the bar.

A middle-aged man with a straight posture walked over and sat down next to the thin woman.

"Is this Miss Natasha?" he asked quickly, bowing his head.

The thin woman who was drinking looked up at the middle-aged man and said, "I don't know you. Is there something you need?"

“My commander asked me to come and tell you a message,” the middle-aged man said calmly. “The Church of Death is constructing a massive magic array that will envelop Aines and the surrounding cities, with Limen City being one of the key points.”

“What does this have to do with me?” Natasha took a sip of her drink and said in a low voice.

"Don't you want to save the friends you know?" The middle-aged man slightly raised his eyes, then continued, "Do you think the Witch Church will let the Grim Reaper's scheme succeed so easily? Do your gods allow you to do this?"

In that instant, Natasha's eyes snapped open, a faint purple light flashing in them. She seemed to transform into a different person in a flash, and some invisible force suddenly acted on the middle-aged man, grabbing his neck and lifting him up.

"Who told you to say those things?" She stared coldly at the middle-aged man.

“The commander said, cough,” the middle-aged man said hoarsely, his face flushed, “that you said you’ve never been inside Molorine’s room, yet you know everything about its decorations. Molorine shouldn’t be back near Limen City; it’s too close to the Church of Death, unless someone deliberately lured her here.”

boom--

The force that had been gripping the middle-aged man's throat and lifting him up suddenly vanished, and the man fell directly to the ground, smashing a table and chair.

"Cough—" The middle-aged man coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised his head, and looked at Natasha. "The commander also said that as Morolin's lover, don't you want to avenge her?"

"Hmm?" Natasha raised her hand, instantly shattering the surrounding tables and chairs. Then she paused slightly, looking at the middle-aged man. "Where does your commander want me to go?"

“The commander said,” the middle-aged man looked at her and said hoarsely, “you should know where the people from the Church of Death are.”

Upon hearing this, Natasha immediately withdrew her hand, turned around, and left the tavern.

-

Irons

Thick fog covered the old streets, and the once bustling city was eerily quiet at this moment.

The black luxury car slowly drove through the fog, heading along the street towards the layered buildings in the middle of the fog.

The burly man gripped the steering wheel with a slight tension, slowly guiding the vehicle forward.

The night ahead was eerily quiet, with thick fog spreading across the ground like a viscous liquid. Even with the fog lights on, the view ahead was obscured.

He turned his gaze to the rearview mirror, staring at the man resting with his eyes closed in the reflection, and whispered, "Uncle Mett, how much longer do we have to go?"

“Are you scared?” Mette, sitting in the back seat, opened her eyes and glanced at the burly man driving.

"No, no," the burly man swallowed hard. He looked up at the thick fog, gripping the leather steering wheel tightly. In the dense fog, some kind of twisted shadow was writhing indistinctly.

The old car continued to move slowly forward. The burly man paused, then finally said in a hoarse voice, "Do we really have to come out now? It's dangerous everywhere outside..."

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” A hint of disdain flashed in Mette’s eyes. He raised his hand and opened his palm, revealing a tiny green sprout in his hand.

Hidden by the thick fog, this tender sprout was emitting a faint glow, filling the entire interior of the car and even overflowing to its edges.

This radiance was like an invisible barrier; under its illumination, not a trace of mist could seep in from the outside.

"The power of this green sprout is enough to sustain us until we return," Mette said calmly, retracting the sprout.

"So where are we going?" The burly man gripped the steering wheel, staring at the surrounding fog, and asked nervously again.

Under extreme life-or-death pressure, he was no longer as timid and submissive as before.

“Go to the vicinity of the Parliament Building,” Mette said directly without hiding anything, “This is an order from Greystone Palace.”

"Greystone Palace?" The burly man's eyes widened in an instant.

Mette seemed pleased with the burly man's reaction, and he nodded slightly, saying, "According to the intelligence agency, Mr. Boris of the city defense force may have gone missing in that area."

"Mr. Boris?" the burly man asked hesitantly, "And who is that?"

“That’s an angel of the city defense forces; you can think of him as the most powerful person in Ains City right now,” Mette said calmly.

"The most powerful person in Ains?" The burly man's eyes widened slightly, then after a brief hesitation, he whispered, "If someone this powerful has disappeared, then if we go there, shouldn't we..."

"What?" Mette raised an eyebrow slightly and sneered, "You think we're going to rescue Mr. Boris?"

"Huh?" The burly man was slightly taken aback.

“Look in the mirror. Do you think we’re capable of doing something like this?” Mette sneered in a low voice. “We’re just going to that area to confirm whether Mr. Boris is missing and give the president a definite report. The president will need to allocate personnel and resources based on Mr. Boris’s situation.”

"With so many people in Irons, why did the president choose us?" The burly man gripped the steering wheel nervously and said in a low voice.

“When someone assigns you a dangerous mission, it often means you’ve caught their eye and are about to be promoted,” Mette said calmly. “Bart, you came with me voluntarily. I thought you were brave enough, but it seems you didn’t think clearly about what you were going to face before making the decision.”

He paused slightly, his voice lowering, "If you're not willing, I can give you another chance. You can drive back now, and I can find someone else."

Upon hearing this, the burly man immediately lowered his head and hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant, Uncle Mette. I'm definitely willing to work for you. What I said before was just because I was worried about your safety."

As he spoke, he even pressed the accelerator a little harder, accelerating the vehicle along the street.

“That’s good,” Mette said, glancing at the rapidly receding street outside, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Don’t worry, when the President is awarding prizes, I’ll include your name in the list, and you’ll receive a medal too.”

“That was all thanks to Uncle Mette,” the burly man said hastily. “I was just driving for Uncle Mette; it was all your doing.”

“You’ve got a way with words, kid,” Mette looked up and glanced at the rugged man’s profile. “You’re smarter than your brother and sister. If you work hard, you’ll have a bright future ahead of you.”

"Yes, yes." The burly man nodded hurriedly, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and slammed on the gas.

The black luxury car sped along, passing through the fog and quiet streets, and soon appeared among a cluster of somewhat old buildings.

“Alright, slow down a bit, we’re in the city center,” Mette said hoarsely from the back seat.

The burly man released the accelerator and slowed down the car. He also looked up at the surrounding buildings that were faintly visible in the thick fog.

“I think I can see the bars downstairs,” the burly man said quickly, eyeing a neon-lit building near the street. “We should be close to the Capitol.”

“Hmm,” Mette’s gaze swept quickly across the surrounding buildings. He looked down at the information on his wristband and said in a hoarse voice, “Turn left.”

"Okay." Hearing his words, the burly man immediately nodded, then raised his hand, turned the steering wheel, and drove to the other side.

Soon, they entered a secluded street, where the surrounding fog grew thicker and more oppressive, as if it had solidified into a tangible substance.

Some scattered wisps of fog even managed to get through the car windows, only to be suppressed by the light emanating from inside.

“Uncle Mette,” the burly man swallowed and said hoarsely, “it seems to be getting more and more dangerous here.”

“This means we came to the right place,” Mette said, clutching the green sprout tightly in her hand, looking at the surrounding mist, and taking a deep breath. “Stop the car, let’s go down.”