Enforcer's Handbook

Fallen man?

The "Emperor" did not agree with this title.

In his opinion, he has always been on the right path.

Only those terrorists who regard human life as nothing and keep stirring up strife all over the world are more suitable for this title. Since the dark ages, he has been looking for the true source of those whispers, and this time, he realized that he We are getting closer to the answer.

At this moment, there was one last thing left before he could establish communication with Whisper—sleep.

The "Emperor" has lost count of how long it has been since he had a good night's sleep. After extensively modifying his body and implanting an operating system into his brain, he also lost some of the things that belong to human beings. Basic abilities, sleep is one of them.

He guessed that these whispers were using dreams to confuse people.

Manipulation of dreams does indeed fall into the category of disruptive psychic powers. The psychics recorded by the coalition government are able to sneak into dreams and change the subconscious cognition of dreamers.

The "Emperor" didn't hesitate, he quietly came to the room next to Diego, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

For a prosthetic implanter, the first step to sleep is to cut off the operating system and make it offline. The consequences of this are also obvious - in the process of the operating system being offline, he will lose all self-defense. system.

But if you can confront the source of the whispers, the risks are worth it.

In a strange feeling, darkness soon enveloped him.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering in this long darkness. His ears were completely silent, but his consciousness and thinking were in a highly active state.

Until, he felt that his consciousness had taken a journey, and other voices emerged from the dark depths.

That's the sound of the waves.

He was obviously lying on the bed, but he felt a bump.

It seems like an old sailing ship is floating on the rough sea waves.

Immediately afterwards, a faint light penetrated the world, and the "Emperor" took a deep breath, and the salty air entered his nose.

He opened his eyes and saw the only source of light in the room.

A candle.

The candle flame kept swaying with the waves, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

This was something he had never experienced before, but strangely, he seemed to know where he was.

The source of those whispers did not appear. As soon as he regained his body, he got out of bed and opened the door to the room.

There was no one in the narrow and dark corridor. The next torch was about tens of meters away from the room, guiding him in the direction like a signpost.

At the end of the cabin, the "Emperor" finally met the crew of the ship. They were wearing gray robes. They were both crew members and the most devout believers of the Tide Lord.

The believers ignored the existence of the "Emperor" and were concentrating on completing the work at hand.

They needed to offer sacrifices to the Lord of the Tides to ensure that they could sail safely in this sea area. The sacrifices this time were well prepared as usual. They escorted a thin figure onto the deck, her Her figure looked exactly like those of the orphans, with a sack covering her face.

The sacrifice did not make a single sound, and her mouth seemed to have been blocked by the believers. It was obvious from her trembling body that she was in intense fear.

The "Emperor" did not stop the believers because he had already guessed the identity of the child.

The person Diego's companions once mentioned - a child who was suspected of awakening psychic powers. Before she was thrown into the waves as a sacrifice by the believers of the Church of Tides, she conveyed the images she saw through dreams to Friends who are still at the port.

But this also means that everything he sees now has already happened.

Even if he has great abilities, he cannot travel through time to prevent a tragedy that has already happened.

The "Emperor" followed the team at the end. As the Tide Church believers boarded the deck, the sky outside was also shrouded in darkness, and the oil lamps held by the people barely illuminated the road ahead.

He looked up at the sky. The dark clouds seemed to have stopped flowing and were frozen in the sky.

In front of the ship was not the endless ocean, but a mountain range looming in the darkness. When he looked at the mountains, he actually felt palpitations in his heart.

The believers brought the sacrifices to the side of the boat, muttering words as if they were completing some ancient ritual.

They formed a circle, kneeling on the ground devoutly, facing the mountains in the dark depths.

It was at this moment that the "Emperor" vaguely saw the true face of the mountains.

They have life and are alive.

This is the true face of the unknown sea area. He finally understood what the coalition government's former expedition fleet encountered in this sea area, and why those well-trained naval personnel were lost forever in this sea area and could no longer be found. Back on land.

The towering mountain peaks were staring at him, awakening a familiar feeling in the 'Emperor'.

When he arrived at Silvermoon Port and stood on the pier looking into the distance, he felt that there was some kind of sight watching him from the depths of the ocean. Now he knew that the owner of those sights was an unknown creature as big as a small town. So far in history, there have never been any records of such creatures.

They were even much larger than the sea monsters he had encountered in the deep sea.

The believers on the deck completed the rituals before the sacrifice. Two of them dragged the girl's thin body and slowly lifted her above their heads.

Then he threw her overboard and crashed into the rough waves.

Before she could fall, a tentacle emerged from the waves and caught her.

The tentacles are covered with eyes, densely packed.

Faced with this mind-numbing scene, the believers prostrated in front of it with great reverence, watching as it rolled up the girl's body and sank her to the bottom of the sea.

The sea is pitch black.

The "Emperor" couldn't see clearly what was hidden under the black waves, but what he could see was that after the sacrifices disappeared, the rolling waves significantly weakened, and the clouds in the sky seemed to have recovered again. Flow, the looming figure in the dark depths is fading away.

This seems to indicate that it is very satisfied with the sacrifices presented by the believers.

What appeared before him seemed to be the only way to the Misty Islands.

The old sailing ship was still sailing slowly on the sea, and an invisible force guided them to their destination.

The "Emperor" suddenly realized that he did not go away with the ship, and he was also thrown off the ship.

Or, to be more precise, abandoned by the entire world.

The distant ships and the endless ocean became the scenery. In fact, he never reached the deck.

He was sitting in a theater.

As a spectator, I witnessed a sacrifice that took place in the past.

And now, the show is over.

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