Capítulo 80: Chapter 80: Dialogue
"True Creator?" Lynn pondered for a second, then stood up. He first took out 0-08 to buff himself into a Sequence 2 state. Then, he cast an illusion on himself before leisurely walking towards the source of the divine explosion.
Since the True Creator had already "seen" him, Lynn figured he might as well go see the Creator too.
He thought this would be a good opportunity to observe closely. Perhaps he could better grasp the True Creator's current state and find a way to help Sasrir.
With that in mind, Lynn moved neither too fast nor too slow but reached the dock guild within seconds.
He didn't enter immediately. Instead, he looked up at the clock tower and smiled before stepping into the dormitory.
As soon as he entered, he saw that the dormitory was in utter disarray. All the Nighthawks, except for Crestet Cesimir, were lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious.
Crestet Cesimir's condition wasn't great either. He was kneeling on one knee at the crossroads, with what looked like tears of blood streaming down his cheeks.
Not far from him stood Lanevus. A white bone sword was embedded in Lanevus' chest, seemingly fighting against a deep red, inverted figure of flesh in his torso.
The bone sword appeared to have the upper hand, likely due to the True Creator's incomplete possession. It seemed that victory was near, although it was a hard-fought one. Even if the bone sword won, it would be nearly depleted.
Lynn watched this scene quietly. As his gaze fell on Lanevus, he felt the inverted figure's eyes turn towards him.
Lynn looked into those eyes, filled with madness and negativity, and suddenly felt a mixture of disinterest and sadness.
"You are not Him, but it doesn't matter. I will save Him," Lynn said.
The inverted figure seemed to hear this, or maybe not. It merely closed its eyes. In the next moment, the vision shattered, and the divine presence that had filled the area vanished.
The bone sword finally exhausted the divinity within Lanevus.
Seeing this, Lynn wore a thoughtful expression as if something had clicked. Then he looked at Lanevus, who appeared elated, likely due to being freed from the fate of becoming the True Creator's vessel.
Lynn snapped his fingers, marking Lanevus without killing him, and said, "Leave the bone sword, and you can go."
"Don't bother giving me your villainous monologue. I'm not interested in your psychological journey as the True Creator's vessel. Leave my sight before I decide to get my hands dirty."
Lynn chose not to kill Lanevus immediately to give Klein a chance for revenge. After all, Lanevus was Klein's enemy, and he deserved the opportunity to settle the score himself.
Lanevus's expression changed. He had planned to gloat and reveal his schemes but hesitated and fled, leaving the bone sword behind.
In his brief tenure as the True Creator's vessel, Lanevus had sensed the terrifying aura of the young man before him. The young man might not be able to defeat the True Creator, but killing Lanevus would be a piece of cake.
"No..." Crestet Cesimir began to protest, but Lynn knelt beside him, casually casting a healing spell while saying, "Don't worry, someone will deal with him."
Crestet Cesimir was momentarily stunned. He felt his wounds healing and looked up at Lynn, hesitating before asking, "Are you... His Highness 'Bat-Man'?"
"Pfft..." Despite being the one who coined the nickname, Lynn couldn't help but laugh. He then stood up, smiling as he said, "Yes, I'm Batman,You can also call me the Angel of Secrets."
Angel of Secrets... Crestet Cesimir quickly noted the title, trying to recall all the information he knew about angels, but found no match.
Lynn leisurely healed the other Nighthawks before turning to Crestet Cesimir and saying, "I know you have many questions, and perhaps your Goddess has given you tasks regarding me. But this time, you didn't find me. If you have questions, let our little Seer find me, then ask."
Given that Medici had retained memories of him, Lynn doubted the Evernight Goddess would forget about him. Even if key information was obscured, she would still remember.
In such a situation, Lynn's appearance wouldn't be ignored by the Evernight Goddess, who had planned for millennia.
Lynn wasn't in a hurry. He believed that with sufficient benefits, some intimidation, a bit of emotion, and proper goodwill, even gods could become allies.
Medici had desires to change the past, so why wouldn't the Evernight Goddess?
Huge benefits, appropriate threats, a bit of sentiment, and proper goodwill.
Lynn doubted the Evernight Goddess would still view him as an enemy under such circumstances.
But even if she did, Lynn wasn't too worried. If he feared such scenarios, he wouldn't have set his sights on the Primordial Ones.
So Lynn just smiled and said, "I'll be happy to answer your questions then."
"Now, goodbye, Mr. Cesimir."
"Wait..." Crestet Cesimir barely got a word out before the young man vanished, leaving him with words stuck in his throat. Frustrated and resigned, he sighed.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Lanevus, fleeing through the sewers, unexpectedly encountered a "happy clown."
Having divined Lanevus's escape route, Klein had intercepted him in the sewer. He threw tarot cards as throwing knives to stop Lanevus, then raised his left hand, revealing a thin glove that emanated an insatiable hunger.
(End of chapter)
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
IHaveNoNamingSense
IHaveNoNamingSense Like it ? Add to library! Translation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!
Estado de energía semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Piedra de
Poder