Translator: Onlyfornovels
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Editor: yuki_shuichi
As Rimbaud’s words of anger fell, the sun in the sky revolved, and six sunshadows connected in the air, forming a halo. A storm and a torrential downpour suddenly descended upon the entire area covered by the halo. The river water rose rapidly, creating towering waves. Under the pull of an invisible force, the water left the riverbed, and the tornado drew the water upward into the sky. The falling water froze into steel, resembling countless transparent arrows falling straight down.
Rimbaud’s A3 differentiation ability, Magic Sunlight Road: transforms water into steel arrows piercing through their hearts. Rimbaud had never used such cruel intentions against any creature before.
The thunder and lightning that came down blocked all of Eternal Undead’s escape routes. In desperation, Rimbaud looked up, and a steel arrow made of water pierced through his forehead. Then, numerous transparent water arrows penetrated his body. The white cloth covering his body was riddled with holes, and the spikes pierced his flesh, emitting a chilling and fearsome sound of flesh being torn apart.
Eternal Undead fell from the sky, his limbs severed and covered by a tattered white cloth. He laid motionless on the ground while the rapidly accumulating water washed over his severed limbs and broken arms, shattering them in the torrential rain.
A blue lightning bolt snaked down from the clouds and struck the remains of Eternal Undead. His limbs were burned black and emitted a foul odor, breaking into smaller charcoal pieces.
The resentment of Rimbaud, akin to lightning gathered in the clouds, pulled down a strand of purple and blue electric light from the horizon, continuously striking the remains of Eternal Undead, which had been burned to a pile of charcoal.
The air suddenly grew silent. Behind Rimbaud was a chaotic vortex that connected heaven and earth, and lightning from a thunderstorm pulsated within the clouds.
He extracted a wisp of Dead Sea Heartstone from Bai Chunian’s collar, fashioned it into a dagger in his hand, and walked slowly toward the remnants of Eternal Undead. The pearl fell onto the piled ashes without the slightest damage, shimmering brightly.
Rimbaud knelt down on one knee, facing the pearl, his hand that was holding the dagger was trembling. The Dead Sea Heartstone could sever souls while changing physical forms.
“Go home. The ocean will teach you what to do.”
As Rimbaud reached out to touch the pearl, a piece of white cloth that remained nearby flipped over. The part of the cloth with a simple drawing of a face happened to be facing Rimbaud. As he approached, the face suddenly smiled. “You still have strength left at this point, afraid of shattering the pearl and leaving it without a resting place?”
Rimbaud was startled and quickly backed away. The torn pieces of white cloth on the ground were drawn to each other and reconnected seamlessly, leaving no gaps. A fragment of gland that had fallen to the ground rapidly regrew, even faster than an experimental subject’s wound healing.
With just a surviving gland, he first grew a spine, followed by ribs, limbs, hand and leg bones. Flesh and blood rapidly grew, and fine blood vessels and tendons crawled over the pale bones.
Eternal Undead rose into the sky, casting a contemptuous smile back at Rimbaud. His fingertips brushed a string of skull tattoos on his neck, his eyes glowing with blood-red light.
Eternal Undead floated in the air, lifting the white cloth and draping it from his head to feet, holding the pearl in his hands, alertly keeping a distance of no less than a hundred meters from Rimbaud.
“You’re quite impressive. Care to play?”
Rimbaud looked up at him, but at this moment, the person in his arms, Bai Chunian, had fallen into a deep coma. When breathing, there was a heavy buzzing sound from his chest, like the wheezing of a bellows blowing fire, with blood constantly flowing from the corners of the mouth and nose. If he continued to be entangled with this experimental subject, there was no telling whether Bai Chunian’s body might collapse first. After hesitating for a long time, Rimbaud clenched his lips and turned around, holding Bai Chunian in his arms and facing away from Eternal Undead.
“Are you leaving? Do you want to leave now? Aren’t you going to continue? Let me take him away, I want to gouge out his eyes and break his legs.” Eternal Undead held the pearl, his laughter echoing in the air, emitting waves of sound fluctuations from his body. The nearby leaves turned gray and fell one after another.
“I’ve taken note of this account. You better really achieve immortality because for the next thousand or ten thousand years, I won’t let you off easy.” Rimbaud took a deep breath, his shoulders trembling slightly and finally walked into the ruins with Bai Chunian, disappearing from view.
“Huh? He really left.” Eternal Undead watched as Rimbaud walked away, the simple sketch of a face on the white cloth drooped down, looking bored.
He lowered his head and looked at the pearl in his hands. The surface of the pearl was stained with a lot of oil and mud, making it look dirty and greasy.
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Eternal Undead lifted it up, its two legs propped in the air, swaying. Looking up at it, he said, “Hehehe, they don’t want you anymore, no one wants you, no one wants you, you’re a big water bubble that no one wants.”
The pearl was swung back and forth in the air. Slowly, a layer of mist appeared on its surface. The mist gathered on the surface of the pearl, sliding downwards, gathering at the bottom, coalescing into droplets. The droplets grew larger and larger until they finally fell, solidifying into small powdery white pearls, falling onto the ground with a crackling sound.
“Ah ah ah, so annoying, not allowed, not allowed to cry.” Eternal Undead hurriedly fumbled in its pocket, pulling out a half-used pack of tissues. He took out a tissue and wiped the pearl’s surface, making a sound like wiping a glass.
Not far away, rubble was scattered. Twilight Deer, who had been hiding in a corner since Rimbaud appeared, slowly emerged from the shadows.
Eternal Undead didn’t look at him, his sharp voice laughing mockingly. “Hiding for so long, I thought you would never come out.”
Twilight Deer wore a silver mask, his expression indiscernible, but his voice was cold, “You’ve offended a Siren. I won’t wait to be retaliated against by him alongside you. Merfolk’s vengeance is much more terrifying than you think. Can’t you see? He hasn’t attacked you further only because he was holding the Divine Envoy.”
“Hehe, I’m not afraid.” Eternal Undead raised the pearl and examined it under the dim light. “It’s better if he kills me. Being alive isn’t necessarily a good thing.”
The positioning rings on the necks of both Eternal Undead and Twilight Deer lit up with orange lights, emitting beeping sounds. It was the research facility’s signal that the mission was complete and they were being called back.
Twilight Deer coldly said, “We should go back.”
The pearl finally stopped emitting vapor. Eternal Undead carefully placed it into its backpack, separating it from the water cup with two volumes of practice books. With a sharp, mocking laugh, he said, “I’m not going back. Finally, I’m released. I want to go to some fun places, hahaha.”
Twilight Deer was quite surprised because, all along, in the research facility, Eternal Undead seemed very docile. Even during the deterioration stage, he behaved politely toward the researchers, accommodating everything and appearing harmless.
It turned out that all of this was a disguise. If he hadn’t always been obedient and well-behaved, the researchers wouldn’t have been so assured to let him out. And precisely because of his obedience, he wasn’t destroyed like other experimental subjects that inadvertently entered the deterioration stage.
“I’m going back.” Twilight Deer also found Eternal Undead too dangerous and wanted to distance himself from him as soon as possible. He turned around and said, “There’s a concentrated infection agent in the positioning rings on our necks. If we exceed the preset range, we’ll be killed. Take care of yourself.”
“Hey, don’t go.”
“What?” Twilight Deer heard Eternal Undead call him and subconsciously turned back.
Only to see that Eternal Undead’s shadow was unknowingly pressed against his back, his palm against the gland at the back of his neck. Underneath his feet, a vast and boundless mirror surface stretched out. Dark-blue ghostly hands extended from the mirror, grabbing Twilight Deer’s hooves.
“You—let go of me!” Twilight Deer struggled in astonishment.
No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to free himself from the countless ghostly hands that held his four deer hooves.
The ground under his feet was completely covered by the boundless mirror surface. Every time he struggled, a fleeting ripple would spread out on the mirror’s surface.
Eternal Undead’s reflection in the mirror was that of a pure white-winged angel. The reflections of countless ghostly hands were the hands of people pleading for grace. Eternal Undead spread his hands, and the angel in the mirror also spread its wings and halo, its eyes closed in chant.
In the resplendent golden and silver temple of angels within the mirror, Twilight Deer’s reflection was the only pale gray figure, which clashed discordantly with the dazzling gold light.
Suddenly, Twilight Deer’s eyes lost focus, and his body was slowly drawn into the mirror by countless blue ghostly hands.
Angel of Death Summoning.
Eternal Undead spread his arms, and the shadows of the angel and Eternal Undead in the mirror exchanged faintly. Only the gray-white-colored Twilight Deer silently rose from the mirror, exchanging places with the struggling real Twilight Deer above and below.
“The strongest support experimental subject… could have come to be my aid.” Eternal Undead let go and chuckled. “If it weren’t for that fish… the Divine Envoy would be standing by my side today. He’s much more useful than you, even if he’s weakened to 70%, he’s still stronger than you garbage.”
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Rimbaud carried Bai Chunian towards the outskirts of Red Fox City. He took the communicator from Bai Chuanian’s ear and put it in his own ear, contacting the technical team.
After losing contact with Bai Chuanian for a while, the technical team urgently tried to call him, and Rimbaud answered the call.
“He’s injured and unconscious.”
The technical team member said nervously, “Who are you? Where is he?”
“I’m Rimbaud, he’s in my arms.”
The technical team member immediately connected them to Group B. Group B started dispatching the nearest IOA agent for emergency support and relayed the situation to the Medical Association, asking them to prepare rescue equipment in advance.
As Rimbaud approached the Red Fox Highway exit, a car was already parked by the roadside, waiting. The driver was a woman. She reached out a hand holding a thin cigarette from the car window and waved at them. Her arm was adorned with an IOA steel badge.
Rimbaud put Bai Chuanian in the back seat and got in himself.
The one who came to pick them up was Search Division Officer and red fox omega, Feng Yue.
Feng Yue had a few places wrapped in bandages on her body. She was in the middle of a mission when she received an urgent order from the technical department to come over immediately. Feng Yue glanced back at them while holding a thin cigarette in her mouth and said, “Fasten your seatbelts. We’re going back now.”
“It’s too late. Find the nearest sea, a place with no one.” Rimbaud hugged Bai Chuanian, letting him lean against his chest, his palm supporting his completely bloodless face.
“Okay. There’s a medical kit under your feet.” Feng Yue swiftly shifted gears and turned around, heading for the nearest coastline. She adjusted the rearview mirror, inadvertently catching a glimpse of the golden-haired young man’s mournful and gloomy gaze in the back seat.
She had met Rimbaud a few times at headquarters and knew he was Bai Chuanian’s fiancé. Despite being a merfolk omega, he was an extremely proud and indifferent man. In his eyes, you couldn’t see anyone else. He always looked down on everyone.
She had heard that he had a cooperative relationship with IOA, but only the high-level personnel knew the details. She could only speculate that he might be the leader of some secret organization, possibly a European aristocrat. He had that kind of demeanor.
Rimbaud lowered his head, his nose gently brushing Bai Chuanian’s forehead, and he softly consoled him in merfolk language.
Bai Chuanian’s brows were furrowed, blood was still seeping from the corners of his mouth, his neck’s skin had been strangled to a purplish hue; it had been torn and blood was still oozing into his combat suit.
Rimbaud unfastened Bai Chuanian’s combat suit, touched the wounds on his body, and used soothing pheromones to aid in his healing. His fingertips brushed over the scars on his body, landing on a raised area under his hip skin.
He had once embedded the only scale that symbolized his identity as a Siren onto Bai Chuanian’s hip bone. He had a premonition that this day would eventually come, so he supported Bai Chuanian’s body with the soul of the entire sea.
The scale beneath the skin emitted a blue light, dyeing the surrounding blood vessels fluorescent blue, spreading to his limbs and bones.
Bai Chuanian’s complexion improved slightly, his breathing went from erratic to stable, and his eyes half-closed. He looked at Rimbaud with a dazed gaze and slowly lifted his hand, touching Rimbaud’s cheek.
In his palm, he tightly held a small, irregularly shaped pinkish-white pearl. It accidentally slipped from his hand, but he quickly clenched it again.
“I’m fine, don’t be afraid.” Bai Chuanian put the small pearl into the pocket of Rimbaud’s chest. “I picked this up for you. In case you regret it.”
“I’ll never regret it.” Rimbaud supported the gland at the back of Bai Chuanian’s neck, which had been bloodied from strangulation, his face stiffened. He hardened his expression, appearing to be even colder and calmer. “I’m fine.”
Feng Yue spotted a suspicious vehicle trailing them in the rearview mirror. She said softly, “Hold on tight.” Then she deftly picked up a brick from under the passenger seat, placed it on the accelerator pedal, stood on the driver’s seat, and pressed her other leg on the steering wheel to maintain the direction. She picked up a submachine gun and leaned half of her body out of the car window, facing the two cars chasing from behind, and fired. One of the cars had its front tire blown out.
Rimbaud turned his head and glanced back, saying, “Just mere humans. I’ll take care of them.”
Feng Yue took a drag of her cigarette, raising an eyebrow slightly. Her red lips parted, “No need, you continue comforting Brother Bai Chunian. I can handle it.” Her long legs pressed against the steering wheel, smoothly controlling the turns on the wide road. Her black stockings and red patent leather high heels reflected a gloss in the dim light.
The speed of the car increased, but it remained under control.
Feng Yue dealt with the pursuers, tossed the overheated submachine gun into the passenger seat, removed the brick, and stepped on the accelerator pedal, speeding towards the coastline.
The car stopped by the seaside. Feng Yue leaned against the car door, carrying the submachine gun, her trench coat fluttering in the wind. She flicked open a windproof lighter with one hand to ignite a cigarette.
Rimbaud slung Bai Chuanian’s arm around his neck and pulled him into the depths of the sea.
When Bai Chuanian was dragged into the water, there was a moment of suffocation. His limbs thrashed around, and Rimbaud caught his limbs and kissed him.
Rimbaud drove away the fishes and carried Bai Chuanian deeper into the sea. They descended straight into the underwater desert, hundreds of meters deep. Here, there was no trace of light, only the faint blue radiance on Rimbaud’s fish tail and the blue bioluminescent jellyfish that floated around.
Bai Chuanian used all his strength to resist the pressure of the deep water. Rimbaud guided him, bit by bit, removing the collar from his neck.
Bai Chuanian twitched in pain as his neck, which was nearly rubbed raw and covered in blood, was irritated by the seawater.
“Don’t take it off, I can’t control it. Rimbaud, if I deteriorate, kill me. Really, leave my gland behind, take me back to the Caribbean Sea, and I’ll accompany you forever, ah.”
“I won’t.” Rimbaud embraced him, holding him tightly.
As the collar was removed, an immensely heavy, oppressive aura immediately burst from Bai Chuanian’s body. Rimbaud’s body, pressed against his, was covered with a layer of glass-like frost.
“Stay away from me a bit. The agony of deterioration is painful. Wait for me from a distance…”
“Just a minor injury, nothing to worry about.” Rimbaud’s fish tail wrapped around his body, his tongue lightly licking his swollen gland, helping him release.
This process continued for nearly three hours. Rimbaud then guided a sleeping Bai Chuanian towards the water’s surface and sat on a reef to rest.
Broken pieces of glass-like material hung all over his body. Where the glass-like material had fallen off, it revealed a flesh stripped of skin.
Bai Chuanian’s complexion had eased considerably, he no longer spat out blood, and his condition was stabilizing. He rested his head on Rimbaud’s fish tail, his breathing became calm, and he snuggled closer, relying on him.
Rimbaud stroked his damp hair, gazing worriedly at the sea’s surface.
He wondered how long they could maintain this suppression. The day it would fail, if Xiao Bai deteriorated, would he have to once again kill the person he loved most with his own hands?
Or should he allow him to deteriorate, using his own abilities to keep him “alive” like Eternal Undead, mad and wandering the human world?
Which option should he choose?
The sea’s surface was calm, without a hint of wind. Rimbaud sat on this solitary reef, gazing wordlessly into the distance. Suddenly, he remembered that the old man from Blue Whale had once told him that the gods were destined to be lonely.
For a long time, Rimbaud choked up and emitted a distant and lingering whale song from his throat, the mournful sound spreading tens of thousands of miles.
Black pearls dropped, falling into the sea like broken strings, creating tiny splashes.
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