A week later.
Blackwater City, 7-Copper Post Office branch.
Second floor, residence.
On the bed, Lin Gui woke from his coma.
The moment he opened his eyes, a face leaned over.
It was Eve.
In those purple eyes was obvious concern.
“Are you awake?”
she asked softly.
Lin Gui blinked.
His vision gradually cleared.
He pushed against the edge of the bed, trying to sit up.
His body felt somewhat heavy.
Eve reached out to lend him a hand.
Lin Gui looked around.
Familiar walls, a familiar wooden ceiling.
“This place is...”
he spoke, his voice raspy.
“The post office in Blackwater City.”
Eve answered.
She turned around and began fiddling with the items on the table.
Lin Gui followed her movements with his gaze.
Only then did he notice.
On the table, several glass beads were arranged neatly.
Eve was reaching out a finger, lightly poking one of them.
That bead wobbled and rolled to the other side.
Another bead immediately rolled over and bumped into it.
The two beads collided and gently bounced apart.
Then, more beads joined in.
They rolled back and forth on the table as if playing some kind of game.
Eve's fingers wove among them.
Now tapping lightly, now flicking.
The beads rolled merrily along with her rhythm.
Sunlight fell upon them.
Their soul light flickered slightly.
Seeing Lin Gui awaken, the beads hopped and rolled onto the bed.
One after another, they circled around him.
Their soul light glowed brightly, as if expressing warm concerns.
Lin Gui looked at them.
He was silent for two seconds.
Then, he smiled faintly and said:
“Rest assured, I'm fine now.”
“Go play outside for now.”
“I have things to discuss with the Saintess.”
The beads wobbled.
They seemed somewhat reluctant.
But in the end, they obeyed his words and rolled off the bed one by one.
Then, they floated out through the wide-open window.
After the guests had all left, Lin Gui asked:
“How long was I asleep?”
He pressed his temples.
His head was still somewhat groggy.
Eve turned her head and looked at him.
“You've been asleep for a week, Mr. Lin Gui.”
Lin Gui froze.
A week?
He looked down at himself.
Did those scrape wounds from impacts really need this long to heal?
Perceiving his confusion, Eve explained:
“Because you were exposed to the mist filled with mental pollution for a long time, Mr. Lin Gui.”
She paused.
“And that aspect involves the soul.”
“I am not a soul mage, so I couldn't heal it.”
“Fortunately, Ms. Hannah said that with some rest, it would recover naturally.”
As for the physical injuries on Lin Gui, they were actually not severe.
Most were superficial wounds caused by impacts; though they looked frightening, it took Eve only a few minutes to heal them.
“What about the people I pulled out?”
“What about Morpheus and the others? How is their condition?”
Eve paused for a moment.
A trace of gravity flashed in her eyes.
“Their injuries... are extremely severe.”
She lowered her voice.
“Even I cannot completely heal them.”
“I can only temporarily hang onto their lives.”
She paused.
“They need to return to Avalon for further treatment.”
Lin Gui knitted his brows slightly.
“Can they cross the Wailing Corridor?”
He remembered.
They needed Gusion to lead them to cross that terrible place.
Eve looked at him and said:
“After you came out.”
“Deep within the Voiceless Abyss, an extremely powerful magic attack suddenly erupted.”
“The abyss... collapsed.”
Lin Gui froze.
He looked at Eve.
In those black eyes, his pupils contracted slightly.
Eve did not dodge his gaze.
She simply watched him quietly.
Then, she said softly:
“Ms. Hannah advanced because of this and became a Demon King.”
“That means...”
“Demon King Gusion has fallen.”
Lin Gui fell silent.
He leaned against the headboard, looking at the ceiling, devoid of much emotion.
He just couldn't figure out.
Why did Gusion go to his death?
He clearly could have left the abyss by following him.
Yet he chose to stay there.
Blowing up and collapsing the Voiceless Abyss.
What on earth was it for?
From beginning to end, Lin Gui only knew one thing.
Gusion went north to the Voiceless Rift for Demigod authority.
Jesse and the others entered the Wall of Sighs also to seize Demigod authority.
Jesse and the others most likely wanted to manipulate the Wall of Sighs' mist to destroy the dwarves and the elves.
This fit the style of the Church of the Final Reincarnation very well.
But what about Gusion? What was his purpose?
Lin Gui thought back and forth but still couldn't understand.
In the end, he sighed.
Forget it.
No matter what, his goal had been achieved.
Avalon's combat force had been preserved.
And Hannah's advancement could fill the vacancy of a Demon King.
With them around, Theia would at least be safe in Avalon.
Right then, Eve reached out her hand and handed him an item.
It was a small object.
Jet-black all over, with a smooth surface.
Like a scale.
Or like a badge.
Lin Gui took it.
The item felt slightly cool to the touch and very light in weight.
He looked down at it.
Eve spoke from the side:
“Before leaving, Ms. Hannah instructed me to give this object to you.”
“She said that as long as you crush this item...”
“...no matter where you are, she will bring Avalon's elites to help you.”
Lin Gui looked at the scale in surprise.
The surface appeared unremarkable.
Without any mana fluctuations.
He activated Eyes of the Netherworld.
In his field of vision, a fine golden thread emerged inside the scale.
Fine as a strand of hair, yet extremely dense.
Swimming slowly in the depths of the scale.
That was... a soul thread guided by Demon King's blood.
Lin Gui narrowed his eyes.
It seemed Hannah's advancement had also granted her Gusion's soul-related abilities.
The promise of an Epic Demon King, and Avalon's combat force that far surpassed the Carter Royal Capital.
This weight was astonishingly heavy.
Lin Gui stowed the scale into his storage space.
Then, he looked at Eve.
“Is there anything else?”
Eve's expression became somewhat strange.
She pulled out another item from behind her.
Handing it to Lin Gui.
Lin Gui took it.
It was a letter.
The envelope was pure white, with a secret magic seal at the closure.
There was no information on the surface.
No recipient.
No sender.
No address.
Lin Gui looked at Eve.
“This is also something Ms. Hannah asked me to hand to you.”
Eve paused.
“She said she heard you deliver letters for many residents free of charge, and also helped Mr. Hugh deliver a letter to Dawn.”
“If you have time, please help her deliver a letter as well.”
“The recipient will give you very generous compensation.”
Lin Gui asked:
“Where to deliver? To whom?”
Eve hesitated for a moment.
Then, she spoke.
Her voice was very soft.
“The Demon God's fortress.”
“The recipient is...”
She paused.
“Demon God Azathoth.”
Lin Gui was dumbfounded.
He just stood there holding the letter, staring at Eve.
Thinking he had misheard.
But Eve's expression told him...
...he hadn't misheard.
The Demon God's fortress.
Demon God Azathoth.
The demon that brought the Dark Tide.
The existence known as a "Demon God."
Hannah was asking him to deliver a letter to... a Demon God?
Lin Gui froze in place.
In his mind, the system notification chime abruptly rang out.
【Ding! Special Long-Term Commission has been updated】
【Content: Escort the letter of Thirteenth Pillar Demon King Hannah to the Demon God's fortress.】
【Route: Planning will begin after the Host officially chooses to initiate it.】
【Time Limit: None】
【Final Reward: A random Transcendent-tier soul magic.】
【Note: Do not fear the terrifying reputation of the Demon God's fortress. Please set out toward the Demon God's fortress with peace of mind, Host.】
------「May Obituaries Finally Find Rest」------
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