271 The Most Dangerous Place is Not the Safest Place (1/2)

How far would he run? Of course he would run as far as possible!

After escaping from Naberius’ range, Ye Qingxuan’s heart recovered. It no longer pounded crazily but he was still in bad state. In other words, he was pathetic.

There was a music score that was popular amongst dark musicians called the Devil’s Murmur. It could vibrate the aether and create terrifying sounds that humans could not hear. The capillaries of all organisms would burst under that sound. The organs would be affected as well, going crazy until bursting. The organism would swell into a giant due to the bursting vessels while the innards would turn into messy paste.

Naberius’ attack was no weaker than that; however, it was more specific. It worked directly on the sound of heart. Ye Qingxuan could not even fight back unless he was at the Resonance level. He was probably bleeding internally right now.

Other than the stimulant for his physical strength and the hemostatic agent, he also gulped down the recovery medicine Lola gave him as if he was drinking water. The side effect to all these drugs was that his mind became muddled. Now, it was as if he was drunk. He could no longer maintain the rational thinking he was so proud of.

In reality, the fact he could escape had nothing to do with his brain. It was actually because of the jacket that he had neglected and had gradually forgotten about—the Dungeon Gentleman. Created by Charles, this was not alchemy equipment and had average quality. It could only protect the critical locations.

Its essence though was Charles’s kinetics masterpiece—the steel skeleton that fit closely to his body. After adding the chainsaw monk’s technology to it, it provided ten times the amount of strength support than regular humans, making up for his fatal weakness. Here, it had saved his life.

He had no more strength, but thankfully, Naberius’ sound of heart interference was ineffective against steel. He was able to crawl out of range with the help of the steel skeleton. It seemed that Charles was usually unreliable but could really save his life when needed.

Ye Qingxuan had never felt so grateful to Charles in his entire life. Charles’s image in his mind now was an angel with a halo and two chicken wings.

Angel Charles…huh, it sounded pretty nice.

Having slow and wandering thoughts and difficulty concentrating was another side effect. Ye Qingxuan felt like he had taken some opium. He started hallucinating uncontrollably.

He swayed as he walked on the street in the fog, using the last bit of his sanity to avoid the wandering demons. He instinctively searched for a safe spot. Danger lurked at every spot on the road. Many times, he brushed past a terrifying aura. He hid in the darkness, not daring to find out what demons were there.

His steps finally came to a stop after some time. He finally realized that he had somehow run to the lakeside of midtown in Avalon’s Shadow. He had run to the place his subconscious mind thought was the safest—the Royal Academy of Music.

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”But where the f*ck is this?” The youth looked up under the heavy fog. He gazed at the slightly hidden building. It had a menacing silhouette and, hidden in the fog, it looked like a crouching beast.

The gates had been pushed open by some mysterious power. The surroundings looked like a battlefield. The ground was covered in corpses of demons, including strange creatures that terrified Ye Qingxuan. A trail of footprints led into what was supposed to be the academy.

Behind the walls of this place, rows of stakes rose toward the sky like a forest. Under the ghastly fog, they looked like ghosts restricting souls.

If Ye Qingxuan guessed correctly, this was not the Royal Academy of Music. It had not yet been established during King Arthur’s reign centuries ago. But no one had ever said what it originally was.

Ye Qingxuan knew now. This was a prison!

Darkness oozed under the pale fog. Under the silence, Ye Qingxuan walked through the gates and saw the sinister buildings sleeping in the mist. He also saw dried blood on the ground, corpses abandoned after torture, unruly weeds, and various dilapidated scenes.

The uniformed jailers had long died and lay on the ground as skeletons. Their long swords were rusted and looked like warped snakes. Recently, this was also a demon’s nest. But It was not anymore.

Now, they were deader than dead. Their pieces were scattered about, and blood covered every inch of the ground and walls. There seemed to have been a massacre.

So what the h*ll was this?

Ye Qingxuan was chilled to the bone. He really wanted to look up into the heavens and sigh. What was this? He had just gotten out of one danger, only to walk into another? He knew he was always unlucky, but this…was unprecedented.