Chapter 188: 'The Crazy Man”

Chapter 188 “The Crazy Man”

The clues seem to have all connected now.

There are traces of pollution in the history of Pland, distorted and closed space-time junction points in the chapel of the sixth block, and a subspatial rift hidden in the statue head of the Storm Goddess...

Shirley was one of those who remembers the fire from that year. She should have died like everyone else when it burned, but she merged with a dark hound and survived. As a result, the girl escaped the historical pollution and retained her true memory.

Now, a group of Enders has attacked Shirley to correct the flawed loophole.

Of course, Duncan wouldn’t believe the absurd “truth” from their mouths, and even listening to their crap about correcting history was only to lure out more information. However, there’s one thing he’s certain of – these fanatical Enders are definitely the culprits behind the whole false history.

But not all problems have been explained yet though.

How did these madmen suddenly discover Shirley’s “loophole”?

What does historical pollution have to do with the Black Sun, and what role did that sun god play in this matter?

And most importantly...

Will Nina, the carrier of a suspected solar fragment, also be targeted by these cultists?

Duncan observed the three crazy fanatics with cold eyes as he raised a finger – a cluster of green flame ignited upon one of the Enders. This flame burned the cultist’s body, which could be regarded as a “transcendent object”, causing him to curl up in agony as he screamed. This also had the direct effect of silencing the other two cultists.

“Fire... blasphemous fire...” The cultist’s eyes widened with a fanatical frenzy crazier than before. This subspace follower, who never showed fear before, had finally learned what terror meant. “Blasphemy, blasphemy... O blasphemy!”

“You don’t have to answer. I can see the answer in your eyes, the resentment, which means I’m right.” Duncan didn’t care about the other person’s provocation and calmly continued, “Next question... What is the connection between you and that ‘Black Sun’? The fire of 1889 was sparked by a sun fragment... You made that fragment?”

The Enders remained silent and didn’t answer.

Duncan became even more forceful and spread his flame onto the other two Enders. He watched as they curled up and twitched from the pain that could burn even their souls.

“If you won’t speak then I can only guess,” Duncan sighed, waving his hand to disperse the flames. He had realized that this simple torturing method wouldn’t work on these subspace fanatics. Their spirits and flesh are no longer human, meaning the simple definition of pain no longer applies to them. “I guess you have some sort of cooperation with those Suntists... No wait, maybe there is a partnership with the heirs of the sun? They promised your group something in return for the collaboration?”

Duncan paused, hoping for a response and got none: “In the early days of the new city-state calendar, there once existed a city-state called ‘Wilheim’ that no one knew about. The name left on the Flame Bearer’s Pillar was its only evidence of existence. You guys summoned the black sun from history and succeeded there... So, the process to summon it is to pollute history, right?”

Duncan’s imagination and memory were at their greatest when all the trivial clues and lines were put together. Things that were once incomprehensible and bizarre before now looked like concrete facts, and he’s now certain he’s getting closer than ever to the whole story.

Ordering the ghostly flames to converge, he forms a circle to jail these three as he peered down at them menacingly.

“There should be more than a few of you who have infiltrated the city-state. Where are the others hiding? What are you going to do next? Continue to eliminate what you call ‘loopholes’? Or is it waiting for an opportunity to set off more pollution?”

“Still refusing to answer?”

Duncan’s questions were thrown out one by one, and finally, one of the cultists caved. The skinny maniac slowly flicked his lips into a snarling grin while slurring the words: “We aare nnot hidding in thee so-calledd ccity-statee... We aare hidding in this cuursed, ttwisted, loong-overduue hhistory... Wheen it beegins, it woon’t endd... What thee Flame Bearers ccan’t do, you can’tt do, ‘Mr. Captain’...”

The grin on this cultist’s mouth became deeper and deeper to the point it’s derogatory: “I just saw it now, your humanity, it’s really dazzling. Where did you pick it up from?”

Duncan’s eyes immediately got ugly as he stomped forward: “What do you mean?”

“...... Have a nice day, Mr. Captain,” the Ender seemed to have flicked a switch there and became a well-mannered citizen instead of the bat-shit-crazy fanatic from earlier. “Ah... The Promised Land, the Promised Ark...”