Chapter 192: The Final Destination (1/2)

The four Undertakers weren't even enough to serve as the Mortician's appetizer.

His scalpel drew a cold light through the air and with a flick of his wrist, the four villagers were incapacitated.

The Mortician didn't hesitate at all, and the four couldn't even let out their death knells as the Mortician swallowed them whole.

”Wow...” Calvin was amazed at the Mortician's capabilities.

If only he doesn't look so cold all the time, he could be immensely popular with the ladies.

The Mortician's chiseled features and the indifference that he held for all life made him give off the vibe of a bad boy—the kind of bad boy that women often wanted to convert into nice men.

”Fuck.” Calvin cursed under his breath. If only he could summon Stephanie at this moment, then he wouldn't summon this Mortician at all.

As a man, there was nothing more mortifying than realizing that there was a man more handsome than he was. Calvin had to admit that the Mortician was indeed a fine specimen amongst men. Unfortunately, he couldn't possibly summon Stephanie right now, since he was already sure that the young man was that deformed man.

The fact that the deformed man knew Freya's background story despite not being a villager of Kingse village was prima facie evidence that he was that young man who Stephanie hated to the bones, all the way to her bone marrow.

If he summoned her right now and she detected his sinister presence that he wasn't even trying to hide at this point in time...

Calvin was sure that Stephanie would rebel against his control and turn berserk.

If she went mad and attacked the deformed man in a crazed attempt to take his life, then she would be easily controlled by the Queen of Plague's curses.

After all, the Domain of the Brave and Courageous didn't cover a Specter like her whose heart was filled with resentment to the brim.

Without the support of the Domain of the Brave and Courageous, Calvin wasn't so sure if she could endure the constant mental assault of the Queen of Plague's curses.

[The Mortician's Ascension Points: 91]

[9 Ascension Points necessary for Ascension to Purveyor.]

”Damn, so that still wasn't enough?” Calvin couldn't help but complain in his heart.

For some reason, he felt that the ascension points being gathered from each and every monster that the Mortician was consuming seemed to be going down the more points he had.

If this trend continued, just how many monsters would the Mortician need if he wanted to have that final nine points?

”Come on, Grace... You can't be this stingy.” Calvin glanced at the skies, seemingly peering through the clouds into the heavenly abode of the Goddess of Compassion and Light.

Of course, he received no response but there was no harm in complaining. As Calvin stood in the dark alleyway, he heard the approaching footsteps of Ricardo and Heisenberg.

He immediately dismissed the Mortician as Calvin hid behind one of the wooden pallets in the dark alleyway. His expression grim and his figure subconsciously trembling from apparent fear.

”Calvin! Where are you?” Heisenberg was in the lead, the crystal orb in his hand shone in a dimmed divine light that illuminated the area.

”There he is!” Ricardo's sharp eyes as a Scout instantly saw Calvin hiding behind the wooden pallets. He summoned his bow and carefully approached. Using one of the techniques that his Judiciary used to assess the situation—look, smell, and question—Ricardo soon discovered that the person hiding behind the wooden pallets was indeed Calvin.

”What the hell are you doing there, Calvin? Why did you separate from us?” Ricardo asked in concern, ”I seem to have heard a shrill scream coming from this area earlier? Did those Undertakers chase after you?”

”Yeah... I managed to shake them off, though. But as you can see, it wasn't that easy.” A bitter smile suffused Calvin's face. Indeed, he looked pitiful and bedraggled as he emerged behind the wooden pallets. Ricardo was convinced by Calvin's current appearance that it had been difficult for him to escape from those monsters.

”I'm sorry, Calvin... It's my fault. I...”

”Stop it.” Calvin interrupted, ”I am never going to blame you for a mistake that you didn't do intentionally. Come on, we're basically buddies now. Didn't we promise to each other that we are going to get drunk the moment we get out of this place?” He lightly chuckled as he patted Ricardo's shoulders.

”We did?” But Ricardo looked confused.

”We didn't? Now, we did! That's a promise!” Calvin merely laughed it off as Heisenberg started to frown

They were spending too much time in this dark alleyway where there was only a single entrance and exit.

”We've got to move.” Heisenberg interrupted.

Calvin nodded his head and walked out with the others from the dark alleyway.

The three raced through the road and several dozens of orbs appeared in the distance.

”What are those?”

”They're just fireflies! Rush through them!” Calvin roared.

His expression was serious, yet it excited for he knew that the floating orbs were Santelmos.

Santelmos were considered to be Mid-Tiered monsters that the Mortician could easily deal with. Considering the Mortician's need for more ascension points, it would be good if he could convince Heisenberg and Ricardo to bulldoze their way through the orbs.

The group continued to run through the road and as they got closer to the light, Heisenberg sensed that there was something wrong. He couldn't recognize what the floating orbs were, but the ancient vibe they were radiating from their bodies give him a hint of what they were.

”Are you sure that these are just fireflies?” Heisenberg cried out.

He and Ricardo had no idea that the Undertakers had already been taken care of, so they had been running all this time with the looming threat of the Undertaker chasing after them.

Heisenberg didn't dare to slow down.

”I'm sure of it! Just run past them!” Calvin dragged Ricardo and Heisenberg into the depths of the Santelmo's formation.

Ricardo whose Predator Senses were activated constantly saw through the tortured souls hidden within the floating orbs and his expression quickly paled as he let out a scream, ”What the fuck, Calvin?! These are Santelmos!”

”What?!” Heisenberg also let out a yelp.

”Don't think too much about it! Just run!” Calvin knew that his cover wasn't going to last that long, but he had to take a gamble.

His shadow throbbed as the sinister aura of the Mortician manifested behind the three.

”W-What's behind us?!” Ricardo felt a shiver down his spine.

Something malevolent had just appeared right behind them at this moment, yet they didn't even notice its approach.