A Core Ship From The Start

Chapter 203: Chapter 162 Dark Shadow (Ben Meow biting its tail and rolling)_1

Locques town is located in the forest canyon to the west of Fuxis, a remote place only connected to the outside world by a small road. The people here rely on crops, lumbering, and mining for a living. They have lived here generation after generation as ordinary civilians. They rise with the sun and rest at sunset, leading ordinary lives.

Recently, however, the town was shrouded in a gloomy haze, making it hard to breathe—as if the Shinigami had enveloped this area, and all life seemed to disappear utterly in its presence.

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After a glance at the dusky sky outside, Old Bent sighed. The sun had just set, and by this time, people should have just finished work. Under regular circumstances, men carrying tools on their way home would be seen everywhere, with their wives and children waiting for them on the street. But now, the town was deserted with hardly a living soul in sight.

Truth be told, if you stood at the doorway and looked out, you could even get the illusion that you were the only living person remaining in the entire village.

Maybe it wasn’t an illusion. Maybe when you woke up tomorrow morning, you would find the entire village empty, and perhaps there wouldn’t be another living person left in the world, leaving you as the last living person on earth, and then… there would only be death and destruction left.

At this thought, Old Bent shuddered and shook his head, discarding the terrifying imagination. He then lit the oil lamp, put it on the table next to him, and picked up the book. Perhaps reading would temporarily make him forget the nightmare that the town was currently experiencing.

Maybe… everything would be back to normal when he woke up tomorrow.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

However, just then, there came a knocking sound. Hearing this, Old Bent’s hands slackened in fright, and the book he had just picked up fell to the ground.

“Who, who is it?”

Soon, a voice came from outside.

“Sorry for the disturbance. I’m a traveler. Could I ask for some help…?”

Traveler?

At this, Old Bent tiptoed to the door and cautiously peered out through the crack. There, indeed, stood a small figure at the entrance, a red-haired girl with a big bag on her back and wearing a hat. She seemed a bit troubled and insecure.

“What is it?”

“Well, I’ve run out of provisions. If you could, could you sell me some dry food? I’ve been to the inn, but they are closed…”

Such a young girl.

Hearing this, Old Bent hesitated and sighed. He surely knew why the inn was closed, but it must be strange for a traveler from afar.

At this thought, Old Bent extended his hand and carefully opened a sliver of the door.

“Miss, so you need…”

However, before Old Bent could finish, suddenly a big hand stretched out from the side and pushed against the door. Before he could react, a powerful force pushed the door open, and he saw a large, shadowy figure appear in front of the girl, its crimson eyes flashing with an eerie red light.

It’s a demon!!

Seeing this, Old Bent opened his mouth to scream, but the giant iron hand covered his mouth.

The next moment, this massive shadow bent over and squeezed in through the door.

“Phew…….It was not easy to find someone who isn’t dead.”

Duanmu Huai practically bent over to enter the room, then lifted his head to take a breath. His head almost bumped against the ceiling. There was no helping it. Houses of this era were usually small. Even now, Duanmu Huai had to lower his head, truth be told.

“Honestly, Mr. Knight, why do you have to do it this way!”

At this point, Greiya had scampered in after him and quickly closed the door before she started complaining.

“I got no choice. People won’t let me in when they see me. Without this approach, I couldn’t even find anybody.”

I think Mr. Knight would be better off changing his outfit…”

Looking at Duanmu Huai in his black Power Armor and skull-like helmet, Greiya murmured her suggestion.

“Should I go back and paint my armor pink?”

“Uhh…….never mind.”

After chatting casually with Greiya for a while, Duanmu Huai turned his attention back to Old Bent. The latter’s face had turned pale, he was covered in sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was no wonder—suddenly confronted by the giant black steel figure holding him in its grip, Old Bent felt that it could crush his skull with a slight squeeze!

“Listen, I have something to ask you. As long as you answer obediently, you’ll be fine. Don’t worry, I’m not a devil or a demon. I’m just an adventurer, commissioned by Lord Frederick, here to conduct an investigation. Do you understand? If you do, nod.”

“……..!!!”

Old Bent used all his strength to nod, and only then did Duanmu Huai place him on the ground and release his grip.