As the head of the Field Operations Department, Nesanel's actions were entirely against protocol, but after all, he was a Seeker of Glory, a lofty tier that could ignore most of the rules and regulations.

The insidious and dreadful Immortal Heart was utterly powerless in Nesanel's hand. It merely squirmed slightly, without even a thought of eroding Nesanel. The biological instinct made it feel an extreme fear and if Nesanel wished, destroying it completely would be no problem.

A hunched arm extended from the darkness, receiving the Immortal Heart from Nesanel's hand. Around the darkness seemed to writhe some mist-like thing. Even at such a close distance, Nesanel still couldn't discern the figure of the newcomer, who was shrouded in darkness, wrapping his entire body.

From the darkness came the sound of sharp teeth gnawing at flesh, and Nesanel could distinctly discern the lament of one blood vessel after another being torn apart, the sharp sound of blood being squeezed out of the flesh.

Nesanel turned his head, calmly smoking a cigarette, as the heavy stench of condensing blood overwhelmed even the smell of smoke.

A hoarse voice echoed in the dark, "How many times have you failed to quit smoking?"

"Many times... I don't really care about it anymore, after all, she is not around anymore, no one can control me now," Nesanel chuckled, "Besides, I've never heard of a Seeker of Glory dying from nicotine."

A raspy laughter rang out, the other person was amused by Nesanel's boring joke.

"Alright, alright, let's talk serious; the current situation is utterly terrible," Nesanel's tone turned serious, "The Corruption Sect's activities in the Narrow Countries are getting more frequent. The tenth group has been doing its best to suppress them, but they seem endless, impossible to eradicate."

The Kagader Empire and the Rhine Alliance occupied opposing poles of the continent, confronting each other. In between these two massive entities, numerous countries existed, squeezed in the gaps, and so they were called the Narrow Countries. The Narrow Countries serve as the boundary dividing the two and a buffer zone between them.

"The third group sent us a warning, the Joyful Garden has appeared again, no one knows where it will head to this time."

At the mention of Joyful Garden, the alluring figure and the most sinister, mad will appeared in Nesanel's mind.

"This is only the external threat; internally, the Tyrant's actions are becoming increasingly outrageous. I always have a feeling that he may not be content with just dithering at crossroads anymore."

Nesanel spilled out one piece of bad intel after another, thinking the other party must have known about them, but Nesanel still reiterated them tirelessly.

"In contrast, he has been much more honest, just staying in the hotel watching movies every day. The only troublesome thing is that he wants to share Bologue's vision. I have already refused him."

After dealing with these crazy and sinister existences for so long, Nesanel increasingly liked this movie enthusiast, even though he was also a terrible Devil.

A sudden response emerged from the darkness, "Sai Zong has left the Undying Club."

"What?"

Nesanel was stunned for a moment, his expression turning nervous.

"He left a while ago." The voice in the darkness continued to respond.

Nesanel seriously asked, "What should we do?"

"There's no need to do anything, just let him leave. Sai Zong is a very special person, including the Devil behind him... Devils are not united; we can use this."

With the voice in the darkness, faint murmurs circled around Nesanel, as if something in the darkness was walking around him in circles.

The darkness brought forth a question, "The truly frightening thing isn't those exposed in our view, but those hidden in the shadows. How long has it been since we observed the presence of those two?"

"Since the Fall of the Holy City..." Nesanel echoed with a deep voice.

"Don't think too much, I'll handle everything."

A hunched arm reached out from the darkness, gently patting Nesanel's shoulder, advising, "You should quit smoking, even like this, I can smell the smoke on you."

"I don't want to quit smoking," Nesanel flatly rejected the suggestion, "Sooner or later, I will take your position and become part of this darkness."

Nesanel gazed into the darkness, this darkness that hovered above the Dome.

"By then, I won't even have the chance to smoke... Before my responsibility arrives, I want to revel in joy, satisfy all my desires so that I can bear this long darkness."

"I've looked at your bills, you've charged all your personal expenses to public funds."

"Are you going to punish me?"

"No, I just find it curious that even though you spend almost half the department's budget every year on enjoyment, yet you still seem unsatisfied.

Why is that, Nesanel?

You wield the power of a Seeker of Glory, hold the deputy director's authority in the Order Bureau, and enjoy the endless wealth supported by the Rhine Alliance, you're counted among the top humans in the world.

Why are your eyes still filled with desire?"

Nesanel smiled helplessly, took a long sigh, and replied sorrowfully, "It's just self-deception."

He lit another cigarette, the faint glow illuminated Nesanel's face, his voice tinged with melancholy.

"Can I see you?"

"You know I'm not her."

"Just to fool myself, do you really need me to beg you?" Nesanel spoke expressionlessly, indifferent to his status and position, "Please, my great director, can't you just let me see her?"

"..."

The darkness began to writhe and disperse, revealing a pallid face emerging from the shadows, and Nesanel stared at her as if entranced; she hadn't changed, just like he remembered her.

"Don't worry about me, Director, I know I've had some conduct issues, but please rest assured, I will not betray the Order Bureau or defect to any Devil."

Nesanel spoke to the face in the darkness while taking heavy drags of his cigarette.

"I've never worried about that."

The woman spoke, but her voice was oddly that of a man.

"This is my only home," Nesanel muttered to himself, "Even if I died outside and my head got chopped off, I would still pick up my head and find a way to crawl back."

Nesanel reached out, touching the woman's face, a slight corner of his mouth lifted, "To be honest, I very much look forward to the day of fulfilling my duties, so I can be with her."

Withdrawing his hand, the woman's face was again obscured by darkness. Nesanel exhaled a warm breath of smoke, not wanting to converse any longer, he moved to leave. The darkness behind him gradually settled into tranquility, becoming a calm jet black.

Reaching the edge of the well entrance, Nesanel suddenly stopped, looked back at the darkness behind him, and let out his perplexity and confusion.

"When I fulfill my duties and merge with this darkness, who am I?"

Nesanel questioned, golden hues flashing in his eyes like an enraged lion.

"Am I Nesanel Vaolet, or her, or... do I become you?

Become Alberto Alfredo."

The darkness gave no reply, indifferent. Nesanel simply chuckled disdainfully, stepping forward into the void, with Ether forming an illusory brick supporting his step.

The radiant spiral staircase extended downward, Nesanel looking down, he could see countless figures in the mundane world beneath the Dome reaching out to him.

They prayed for the descent of some power, but after the radiance, nothing awaited but endless darkness.

"You... are no one, you are us..."

The deep voice echoed slowly, hovering beside Nesanel's ear, like an irreversible vow.

"We are us."

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