"I had another nightmare..."

Morey Pavilion rose, his hand wiping across his face, feeling the dampness of tears.

For him, foodies were comrades who fought side by side, entrusted with each other's lives, and the captain was a leader who was steadfast and sagacious.

They were all very important to him.

But what impressed him the most was the death of the graceful silhouette in his arms.

It involuntarily made him clench his fists tightly, "The end... the King of Nightmares..."

...

"Such a freaking scam..."

Zhong Shenxiu left Morey Pavilion's room, cursing under his breath.

"This goddamn divine-level ritual, does it have to be this troublesome? A romance that's etched in your bones, sorry... I'm devoid of feelings..."

"It's too late to find one now..."

"Forget it, I might as well give up on Gorosa's Eye and go steal the Pale Remains..."

"Wait... to me, the requirements of this ritual seem to be just to stimulate human nature and resist divine corruption... It feels very subtle."

"Perhaps... I could hypnotize myself with a memory? Achieve a similar effect?"

"Doing this isn't going to really cause some emotional calamity, right?"

"Forget it, let's try other Godly artifacts... The subtle differences in divinity require different kinds of mental shocks, right?"

"In that sense, the correct ritual to contain the Pale Remains should not only be about mass death, but maybe about establishing a great power out of nothing, or becoming widely adored within a certain power, then destroying it all by hand? Ascending amidst intense regret and the shock of death?"

"It seems I also can't satisfy that..."

"Ah well, when the time comes, I'll see how it goes. If it really doesn't work out, I'll force the containment... At worst, it'll just reduce my chances by a few percent..."

"After all, incarnations never truly die..."

...

The next day.

Morey Pavilion prepared to take advantage of his day off to execute his plan.

First, to buy munitions on the black market, and then find an opportunity to kill Dixie.

He walked down the streets, constantly descending.

In Sky City, everyone's social class could be judged by how much sunlight they had.

It was made up of countless Flying Airships, and the real big shots lived in the fortresses built above the airbags, enjoying the sunshine all day long.

Ordinary people, meanwhile, lived beneath the airbags from districts 1 to 13.

Among these, the rooms of formal residents could, through many gaps in the Flying Airships, enjoy hard-earned moments of sunlight.

The lower classes of impoverished and laborers could only live in the dark 'underground,' or more accurately, the hold.

This place was generally used as storage, never seeing the sunlight, always accompanied by darkness.

Among the many divided districts, district 13 was undoubtedly the part with the worst light, second only to the underground storage room.

And within a massive human social structure, light inevitably breeds shadows; the existence of a black market is quite normal.

Morey Pavilion arrived in district 13 and fumbled forward in the dark until he reached an alley.

Although it was dim, the vision enhancement that came with being a Demon Hunter allowed him to see everything clearly as long as there was the slightest light.

Here was the dark underbelly of Sky City, where food, cheap drinks, and women... could all be found and traded in the dark.

"Who's there?"

A middle-aged man, dressed in a sloppy manner, blocked his path in the shadows.

"I'm looking for Old Sailor, I need to buy some stuff."

Morey Pavilion, in disguise, chuckled in response.

"Old Sailor's booked up... There are strict checks going on above, he's preparing to lay low for a while."

The man answered irritably.

"This..."

Morey Pavilion's expression stalled.

How is this nothing like the progression in the dream?

...

Elsewhere.

Zhong Shenxiu slowly strolled to the outside of a towering building.

He gazed at the huge concrete structure with small windows and a high security level for a moment without staying too long and drawing attention, then left immediately to stop by a drink shop open to the public.

It had only one window selling a variety of alcoholic drinks at high prices, and the service attitude was not very good due to it being a legitimate channel.

Still, its business was booming.

Zhong Shenxiu bought a canned drink that was said to be a mix of some fruit juice and alcohol called 'Hard Man Bock' and went aside, uncorking it to gulp down mouthfuls from time to time.

"Sky City doesn't have a library, just a huge database... but it's not open to the public."

In a dark corner, a figure approached slowly, explaining in a low voice.

It was Chason!

"But... an auditor has access to the database, as it's necessary for some checks."

He continued.

The current Chason, while looking the same as before, had a different person at the core.

"Um... I need information about godly artifacts, all of it..."

"And the rituals associated with containment..."

Zhong Shenxiu stated his needs.

Sky City did not have the original text on Gorosa's Eye and the Pale Remains, but there were materials on other godly artifacts, even rituals!

Information about Gorosa's Eye was in Morey Pavilion's memory, while the details about the Pale Remains were secretly controlled by Senator Larry.

If it were available, these two godly relics would have already been fully exploited.

However, more or less, some information on other godly artifacts was gathered.

"Master, I am sorry... my access doesn't seem sufficient to look up such high-level information."

Chason replied with regret.

"Who is your superior? I believe the opportunity will come soon."

Zhong Shenxiu replied, unchanging in expression.

The managers of Sky City likely all had appropriate mental defenses, rendering Chason's tactics probably ineffective.

After all, they were under more scrutiny; they might undergo mental checks at regular intervals!

But, they could still be made to die directly, letting Chason level up!

Or, create a major crime, giving Chason a strong reason to apply for access from his superiors!

"It's Shiller Amendo."

Chason blurted out a name.

"Go back and wait quietly, you'll find your chance."

Zhong Shenxiu finished his Hard Man Bock, stood up, and headed toward district 6.

He already had his target for causing a disaster, and it was Dixie!

After all, he was a bad guy, and killing him would also prevent the apocalypse; it sounded very righteous.

Of course, that was just an excuse. However, if given the choice of targets, he undoubtedly was more despicable.

'Killing Dixie is easy, but not with my own abilities...'

Zhong Shenxiu had thought it through clearly. He wanted to give his adversary the most painful death, create a horrific crime scene, and leave clues pointing to "godly artifacts."

This would undoubtedly lead to a frenzied investigation, but it would also create an opportunity for front-line investigators to gain the authority to search for godly artifact information.

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