Night Journey

Chapter 50 Potential Crisis

The river swept up the Hillian, rushing and crashing through the water, leaving large patches of bruises.

"Ha ha……"

Cillian struggled to keep his head above water, but before he could take a few deep breaths, he sank back down.

After countless ups and downs, Cillian burst out of the underground tunnel and returned to the outside world.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the twin moons and stars hung high in the sky.

For the first time in all his years, Cillian found the night view quite beautiful.

It took a lot of effort for Ciri to climb out of the river. The water soaked through his clothes, making them heavy and icy cold.

The soul essence within his body smolders, thus maintaining his body temperature and preventing him from going into shock due to hypothermia and blood loss.

"What bad luck!"

Cillian staggered onto the street.

When he stormed into the enemy's lair, Cillian considered many possibilities. In his estimation, he would encounter the strongest enemy, namely a second-rank transcendent being.

If I couldn't beat them, I'd still have a chance to run away. But I never expected that a third-ranked being would appear.

"A third-tier Chaos Cultist?" Cillian belatedly realized. "The corruption of Hel City is more severe than we thought..."

Although Hull City appears prosperous and magnificent, it is insignificant compared to the true super-city-states of the civilized world.

The superhumans active in Hel City are generally not of high rank; even the director of the city guard bureau is only a third-rank individual.

As for higher-level beings, there must be others in Hel City, but they usually hide behind public view, their whereabouts are secretive and unknown to others.

Cillian looked pained, but then he laughed.

"I've finally found you all... haha."

The sound of flowing blood continued, and Ciri felt a wave of weakness wash over her.

“Cillian?”

Just as Cillian was feeling dizzy, a familiar voice entered his ears.

Under the dim light of dawn, Meifuni appeared before him, dressed in a tight-fitting tracksuit instead of her usual attire.

Blood loss made Cirion's thinking sluggish, and he babbled incoherently.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you say you weren't supposed to be on night patrol?"

"I just went for a morning run. Didn't I tell you? I have great routines and exercise habits."

Cillian was amused by Mefuni's earnest answer.

"It's you..."

Only then did Maefoni notice the horrific, bleeding wound on Cillian's wet body.

"This should be considered a work injury, but I don't know if there's insurance. However, before that..."

"While I'm still lucid, I shout!"

"Help! MaeFone!"

……

If Cillian were to choose her favorite among all her colleagues, it would undoubtedly be Maefoni.

She's beautiful, has a great personality, comes from an incredibly wealthy family, and most importantly, she's willing to share her wealth and power with her colleagues.

After asking Mefni for help, within minutes a vehicle suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and several burly men hurriedly carried Ciri on board, speeding through the city of Hel.

Swaying and staggering, Ciri was carried off the ground by the burly men once again.

Throughout the entire process, Cillian did nothing but be asked by Maefuni to stay sober.

The nurses went around Cillian, injecting him with various medications, cutting open his clothes, stitching up his wounds, and so on.

After an hour of fussing, the nurses wheeled Cillian into a ward. Surprisingly, it was a single room.

Soon after, someone arrived.

Dailin rushed in, looking anxious. He hadn't even had time to change into his City Guard's grey uniform. Meifuni followed behind him.

Due to her special status, the City Guard Bureau did not assign Meifuni any frontline work, and never even allowed her to have close contact with Chaos, even though she was also a superhuman.

Having worked for so long, this was the closest Meifuni had ever been to the front lines, and she was extremely curious about Cillian's experiences.

"Cillian, what's going on?"

As Dalin asked, he examined Cillian's wound. If the bullet hole had been positioned any further off, it would have pierced Cillian's heart.

Cillian didn't explain what was going on, but instead said with great delight.

"I've found traces of the Chaos cultists."

Daelin was stunned. Cillian's behavior was nothing like that of someone who had just brushed with death. There was no fear or awe, only pure...joy in his eyes.

Cillian thought Daelin hadn't heard him clearly, so he repeated himself.

"Dai Lin, we've cracked a major case!"

……

Cillian spent some time recounting the events to Daelin. Daelin's brows furrowed gradually, until finally his expression turned as somber as an unyielding block of ice.

He complained, “Damn it, a third-rank Chaos cultist is lurking in Hel City. This is a huge crisis.”

Cillian corrected, "He's only suspected to be a third-tier transcendent... he could be a higher-tier transcendent."

Dai Lin remained silent.

Cillian asked doubtfully, "Don't we have any high-level superhumans to handle all this?"

"Are you referring to the City Guard Bureau or the City Council?" Dalin asked with a wry smile. "How am I supposed to explain this to you?"

He organized his thoughts and began to speak.

"There are many branches of extraordinary forces in Hel City, but they only have a cooperative relationship with the city council."

"The power that is truly under the direct control of the city-state council is not much stronger... at least compared to those extraordinary forces."

Dailin continued, "If you're asking about the high-ranking extraordinary individuals from those extraordinary forces, what about them?"

"Except for a few high-level superhumans who need to stay at the branch, the rest of the high-level superhumans will carry out various tasks under the orders of the headquarters and rarely stay in one place for a long time."

Dai Lin gave an example: "The most common mission is to go to the desolate north for rotational operations."

The desolate North.

Cillian had heard of this place more than once.

A long silence fell over the ward. Dalin reached out and patted Cillian on the shoulder.

"It's alright. You're still an intern. Let us regular employees handle these kinds of troublesome matters."

“Also, next time you know it’s dangerous, don’t get so close,” Dalin glanced at the calendar on the wall. “You almost set a record for the fastest intern to die in the line of duty.”

"Haha."

Cillian chuckled dryly twice.

Dai Lin said, "I've asked for leave for you. Take good care of yourself."

“Rest? I don’t need to,” Cillian said, making a move to stand up. “It’s not a serious injury and it won’t interfere with my work.”

Having finally tracked down the clues to Chaos, Ciri wasn't about to stop.

Chaos' enemies are not only the targets of Cirion's revenge, but also the fuel that accelerates his ascension.

"you……"

Just as Dale was about to try to persuade Cillian, the door to the ward was pushed open again.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Meifuni greeted them respectfully.

"It's him. Can you tell if his injuries can be healed?"

A middle-aged man in a gray robe walked in. He had no other decorations except for a circle of red prayer beads on his wrist, making him look like a devout believer.

“This is Brother Gavin Carlton,” Maefuni introduced.

Dalyn did not recognize the monk Gavin Carlton, but he recognized his grey attire and the red rosary.

He asked incredulously, "You are... a monk of suffering?"

Gavin nodded gently, his eyes crinkling with a smile that was full of warmth and peace.

"Ms. Love asked me to look after her colleague, who is said to be related to the forces of chaos, so I came."

Gavin came to the bedside and took Cillian's hand.

Cillian felt that his hands were rough, calloused, and warm, which gave him a strange sense of comfort.

Gavin said, "Hmm... no Chaos contamination, just superficial wounds."

“I am a torchbearer,” Cillian explained. “Even if there is chaotic contamination, it should be burned away.”

"Too."

Gavin released Cillian's hand, removed the bandage the nurse had just applied, and pressed his entire palm onto Cillian's wound.

"It will hurt a little from now on, please bear with it."

Origin energy emerged from Gavin's body, and his pressing palm became hot and burning.

Cillian felt a slight pain in his wound, as if many fine needles were pricking him.

Gavin slowly moved his palm, and at the same time, Cillian's wound was also slowly moving, crawling up Gavin's palm along his skin.

Immediately, Cillian's wound healed in its original location, while Gavin's palm had a stitched-up blood hole.

This is not healing; rather, Gavin has transferred the injury onto himself.

Gavin noticed the worried look in Cillian's eyes and spoke up.

"Don't worry, it's nothing."

Before he finished speaking, the wound on Gavin's palm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sutures fell off naturally, the skin was smooth, and there was no visible scar.

Gavin rubbed his palms and smiled.

May the Holy Mother of Mercy protect you.

(End of this chapter)