Vol 1 Chapter 1 (1/2)

King of the Eternal Night

Volume 1 Chapter 1: b.l.o.o.d.y Night

In Eternal Night Continent people were drowsy most of the time, especially during the dark season. The upper continent’s...o...b..t blocked the sun, and only a few hours were cla.s.sified as day.

That night, a rarely seen moon was hanging from the skies.

A giant moon occupied practically half of the sky, as if it would drop and hit you on the head the next moment. Even the normal humans could clearly see the giant craters and majestic mountains.

Everyone who had not yet fallen asleep was anxious.

The moon was actually blood red, and the moonlight, like chiffon flattened against the ground, moved up and down on the rugged land as if a living animal. Pieces of black shadow rendered across the deep red, just like giant scars or wounds, occasionally giving out cold metallic sparkles.

Howls and unknown beast cries echoed from a distance, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

In one of the Eternal Night Continent’s legends, the Blood Moon was rare and ominous. Its appearance meant suffering and chaos. When the moon was infected by red, the guards of the Dark World would open the doors to calamity, bringing violence and disaster.

The legend goes that, under the Blood Moon, all life forms would unwillingly become more violent and blood-thirsty.

A small black dot suddenly appeared in the red moonlight. It flew along the sky-line, becoming larger and larger. It was, surprisingly, a floating airs.h.i.+p thousands of meters long!

It was already extremely tattered, and the giant balloon had many patches, with rusted metal parts splicing them together, making people who looked at it scared it would break at any moment.

As if mirroring the people’s doubts, the floating airs.h.i.+p shook vigorously for a few moments, some parts, including a 10 meter long metal part, falling off.

The metal parts fell towards the ground, provoking a roar.

The floating airs.h.i.+p struggled in the air. The metal pipes of the outer layer shook, the tail pipes of the machine spitting out a large amount of steam. A total of 8 groups of propellers gave off creaky noises, spinning madly to barely stabilize the s.h.i.+p.

Under the airs.h.i.+p were 10 thick cables hanging messily, carrying an equally rusty giant s.h.i.+p cargo with a loosely closed cargo door. It was clearly visible that it was filled with rubbish.

(Puttty: the Cliff all over again.)

The corroded old airs.h.i.+p was like a drowsy beast. With the hardest part of the journey over, it finally reached its destination. It was a shockingly big airs.h.i.+p cemetery hundreds of meters below the ground!

At that moment thousands of people poured from their hiding places, leaving their fear of the Blood Moon behind. Waving their hands at the floating airs.h.i.+p, they shouted words of celebration.

In this land forgotten by the empire, they were the lowliest ants of the earth, fighting for survival every day.

Here was the resting place of the huge, glorified monstrosities, sc.r.a.pped floating s.h.i.+ps which usually carried a lot of rubbish from the mainland. After a long time this became a garbage dump containing anything. The people living in this airs.h.i.+p cemetery survived on the rubbish thrown away by the residents of the upper mainland.

If a long time pa.s.sed without any airs.h.i.+ps coming, a large number of people would die of starvation. To them, the upper mainland’s rubbish was their hope.

And tomorrow…tomorrow was a word of luxury to them, as everyone was too occupied trying to surviving today.

The airs.h.i.+p floating in the air gave off a painful moaning sound as the propellers stopped turning. The giant airs.h.i.+p suddenly shook, bouncing up about 10 meters. The outer wall of the left front side of the s.h.i.+p split, and a small airs.h.i.+p emerged.

The smaller airs.h.i.+p had a cleaner appearance. It flew a full circle around the garbage dump and started to rise skyward.

And the airs.h.i.+p in the sky lost its power and shook non-stop, suddenly tilting to the side. It fell towards the ground.

Its speed increased, and it finally reached the ground. A roar sounded during the disintegration, as countless pieces of garbage, trash and metal flew everywhere. A garbage rain came down on the airs.h.i.+p cemetery.

Cheers resounded!

The residents shouted as they ran towards the garbage. Some of them even ran on four legs like a beast.

Many giant metal pieces fell from the sky, falling on sometimes a person that couldn’t avoid it in time. That person would become meat paste. However, the people next to them could not care less. They continued their rampage, hoping to reach the garbage filled place first.

In the crowd there were men, women, old people, and kids. Their age and gender held no meaning here. Everyone was categorized by their body shape and strength, the only criteria in the different turfs of the cemetery.

The strongest men in the entire cemetery reached the airs.h.i.+p first, followed by the weak men and strong women, then the weak woman, and lastly the old people and children.

The people had formed concentric circles with the airs.h.i.+p as the center. Each layer had an invisible and impenetrable line.

The outermost layer was the area for the children’s activities. Hundreds of children ran around digging for food non-stop, looking for the practically non-existent food.

Among them was a small skinny boy, trying his best to look for food.

He was about 7-8 years old, his face dirty to the point that you could not tell what he looked like. He wore an adult’s s.h.i.+rt that looked like a robe because it was so big. Not only that, but the s.h.i.+rt was so tattered that the original shape was gone. It was practically rags strung together over his body.

He used both hands, each covered with countless wounds, some which were festering, to rummage through the cold garbage. However, it was like he didn’t feel the pain, and he continued to dig through the formless pile of trash in front of him.

He had not eaten for 3 days already. If he again could not find food today, then he would not survive until the next airs.h.i.+ps come.

But, no matter how hard the little boy tried, he found nothing edible.

This place had been searched countless times by stronger people, and only after they finished would they leave this place for children younger than 10. These children were the weakest people in the landfill. When the strong people could not find food and were starving, their hungry eyes would stare at…the elderly and children.

Here, in this abandoned land, this airs.h.i.+p cemetery, the residents would do anything to survive. They were no different from beasts. However, even the beasts lived with more dignity than they!

The boy refused to give up, and he rummaged in the trash non-stop. Many wounds on his body opened again due to his excessive movements and leaked blood, but he did not feel any pain.

The sky was still filled with countless pieces of falling garbage. One of the larger trash bags dropped beside the little boy.

The bag split, and all kinds of rubbish leaked out. In it was a transparent bag that caught the little boy’s attention. There was actually oil covering the bag!