The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 867 - 549: Schemes in Motion

Under the shroud of night, a castle stood atop a mountain peak. From the castle’s windows, one could see the bright lights inside, suggesting a grand feast was underway.

In the banquet hall, laughter and joyous sounds rose and fell. Men and women gathered close to each other, dressed in thin, airy clothing, reveling in the licentious and wanton songs.

A tall, beautiful woman, dressed in a sheer fabric, walked through the banquet with a proud stride.

An intoxicated man was drawn to her, leaning against her.

She turned and embraced the man, her sharp nails gently grazing his cheek, leaving a trail of blood. She brought the blood-stained nail to her mouth, exhaling a tempting fragrance, and whispered softly in the man’s ear, "Do I enchant you so?"

Then, the hand placed on the man’s chest suddenly exerted force.

"Ahh!" The man cried out, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

The hand with sharp nails was like a blade, piercing the man’s chest, wantonly digging inside.

Amidst the agonized screams, a heart, red and dripping, was excavated, still beating in her palm.

The man’s voice gradually weakened, his arm loosening, and he fell heavily to the ground, blood flowing from the wound, staining the floor a deep red.

"Ahh!"

Screams erupted around, yet these sounds were not of terror but of delight and joy.

The woman extended her tongue, which had somehow transformed from red to a fine, snake-like fork, slowly licking the heart in her hand.

She lifted the heart, her mouth opening wide, swallowing it in one gulp. As she swallowed, her neck involuntarily swelled.

Only after she fully ingested it did she contently lick her lips, as if having just done something trivial, and continued forward.

She pushed open a room door, and after entering, closed the door behind her, instantly cutting off the noise outside.

Inside the room, a figure in a black robe emerged slowly from the shadows.

The proud woman looked at the dark figure, unsurprised, but her expression clearly showed a hint of unwelcomeness.

"Why are you here? I have no suitable candidates left; all the spies sent before have lost contact." With that, she sat on a nearby sofa, picked up a blood-like drink from the coffee table, and took a sip.

"Not for that, of course. I’m merely here to thank you for your assistance in making our plan progress so perfectly," said the shadow’s believer with a smile.

"Oh, what you let them do was simply wasting their value. The chaos caused was insignificant and served no purpose," the woman clearly dissatisfied.

As a devotee of desire, she had spent considerable time and effort assisting the deity she worshiped in creating a spy organization entirely unaffected by Evil God Power, aimed at dealing with the troublesome Night Watcher.

Yet this operation nearly destroyed most of her achievements, and she could naturally not be without complaint.

What angered her more was that these achievements did not play the role she anticipated.

"No, no, no, the role of these girls should not be underestimated. Small changes often bring about deadly effects. What is the point of large-scale chaos?" explained the shadow’s believer, his mood uplifted by the smooth progress of the plan.

"Was it just to send a few people in?"

"Yes, just for those few. They are all believers personally chosen by God, and they alone are sufficient."

Hearing this, the devotee of desire still felt discontent and continued, "And what good will that do? They still can’t cause much turmoil within the Night Watchers’ internal areas. We all know that to defeat the Night Watchers we must breach head-on. It’s exceptionally difficult to seduce the Night Watchers into falling; to incite chaos within them is a task as hard as reaching the skies. In their presence, we are nearly exposed."

These were insights gained through many years of opposing the Night Watchers.

"So even if it’s just a few individuals, with the vast expanse the Night Watchers control, they can’t conduct a sweeping search. Not even the Ratman can accomplish this.

This mission is not to trigger chaos within the Night Watchers, but to avoid their sight as much as possible. Now that they have successfully infiltrated and hidden, external pressure leaves the Night Watchers with insufficient forces for a full-scale search. This much is enough to achieve our purposes."

The devotee of desire shook her head, waving her hand casually, "I don’t care what you’re plotting. So long as there’s enough gain in the end, all this effort is worthwhile. After all, this is the oracle of my God, hoping our cooperation yields abundant results."

"Of course, look forward to it."

...

Near the Tower of Trial, there was a Night Watcher’s residence.

Vier looked at Raelia before her, her eyes turning, and asked, "Raelia, with your strength, shouldn’t you be busy at a time like this?"

Upon hearing this, Raelia slightly lowered her head and looked at her calmly and seriously.

"Unfortunately, we have indeed been exceptionally busy earlier, but even so, we need rest, and it’s now my turn to take a break. So, why are you standing there? Continue your training!" As she spoke, she swung the red whip in her hand forcefully, making a crack in the air.

At the crack of the red whip, Vier involuntarily trembled, lowered her head silently, and resumed her training.

"I took a time to look at your trial records during your advancement. Your failures can’t be entirely blamed on you. But a failure is a failure, regardless of the reasons. Especially your team, representing the new generation of Night Watchers, especially you."

Hearing this, Vier’s training pace unconsciously quickened.

Raelia’s words were not empty.

Kana’s experience had long been recorded in the Night Watchers’ historical records; most of the past had been glossed over, while the focus was on the period following his escape from the Royal Capital.

Because it implied light born from blood.

In this record, Vier occupied an extremely special position.

Most Night Watchers believed that Kana’s initial rescue operation laid the cornerstone for the Night Watchers’ existence.

At the time, as a disfavored Prince embroiled in peril, he was dispatched to a region essentially meant to monitor him.

There, the first thing he did was put an end to the rampant rats, and at that moment encountered the so-called Void for the first time.

It was in this critical moment he saved a child, and Kana, Alyris, Bobo, Blake, the founders of the Night Watchers, also met at this moment, taking the first step in their journey together.

Although initially just an Ordinary pest control action, as the Night Watchers grew and Kana’s reputation increasingly shone, this series of processes became deeply investigated and endowed with a sacred aura.

Thus, Vier’s existence was imparted with an extraordinary significance.