"Young Master,"
"Young Master,"
"This one is for Grandpa Jager..." Roy separated a yellow chrysanthemum and handed it to Scarface.
"Yes," Scarface received it with both hands, glanced at the three flowers still in Roy's hand, kindly suggesting to help Roy plant them together, but unexpectedly,
Roy outright refused,
The young man stopped in front of the iron gate, facing the portal leading to the Dark Continent, he spoke solemnly: "The remaining ones are for Old Mark, Little Marty, and Lady Nora...."
Scarface was taken aback, exchanged a glance with the one-eyed sidekick, then bowed his head and agreed, not asking more, and reached out to open the door for Roy.
"Please, Young Master."
The door opened, revealing a sinister and dark underground passageway, the passageway as always lit with a ghastly green light, stretching out endlessly....
Roy stepped out, crossing the iron gate, with his back to Scarface and the one-eyed, after a silent moment, he said: "If they ask at home, Old Mark, Little Marty, and Lady Nora ... you just tell them truthfully,"
"I am mourning the silent majority among all beings...."
Upon finishing, Roy lowered his gaze slightly, not allowing Scarface or the one-eyed to see the longing and reminiscing in his eyes, silently adding in his mind..."Including the past me."
Then, his figure flashed, merged into the ghastly green candlelight, disappearing in front of Scarface and the one-eyed.
It was at that moment, chilly in the basement, a corridor away from the blazing summer night, Scarface and the one-eyed were stunned for a long time, repeatedly chanting the phrase in their minds, somehow, a rare warmth emerged from the depths of their hearts....
"Someone remembers the old master, and someone remembers us... one-eye," Scarface smiled and said to the sidekick beside him: "When you die, there's a chance, a chrysanthemum on your grave will be sent by the young master...."
"Hehehe...." The one-eyed laughed, suppressing the volume,
After a while, he glanced toward the dark passageway, wistfully saying: "With me, there's you, although I don't want to admit it, one aside from Master Jager, it's the second person to say they'd remember us ~"
There was a sense of emotion mixed in the one-eyed's tone....
"I just didn't expect that person... would be Young Master Roy...."
"Maybe soon we'll call him...Master," Scarface nodded meaningfully at the one-eyed: "Don't forget, he's also silver-haired now!"
The one-eyed was slightly taken aback, falling into a long silence, until... the faint sound of an airtight door opening, the touch probing and rubbing the door with a specific rubbing sound, after some considerations, he slowly and decisively shook his head: "No, I feel Young Master Roy's heart is great, it won't be confined to one family and place."
"Greater than Grandpa Jager?"
"Not easy to compare, but since you ask," the one-eyed faintly gazed at Scarface: "It shows you already have the answer in your heart."
Scarface: "...."
For a moment, there was speechless choking,
On this summer night, with the one-eyed, they fell into long silence together.
"Whoa~" In summer, the mountain wind no longer cold like winter,
Deep in the passageway, the airtight door opened, once again seeing [Tentacle], Roy crushed the chrysanthemums in his hand, using Anti-Conjuration means to pre-Conjure them into his Cognitive World, then raised his eyes, meeting the [Demon Eye], at this moment, as his consciousness about to sink, it seemed he saw a figure through the large pupil....
That person at a glance seemed dull, yet a head of spiky silver hair stood straight, expressing his rebelliousness and stubbornness,
When Roy, shocked, looked upon, he grinned and smiled at him:
"Silent majority, well said, child...."
From the Demon Eye's pupil, the figure spoke with utmost comfort: "You have this awareness, you don't have to lose yourself like Grandpa...."
Lost... "Is it you, Grandpa Jager?" Roy's pupil shrank, called out, around his ears, a drip sound resonated....
[Drip...Re: Game of the Dead has launched]
[Loading save begins....]
The eyes blackened instantly, feeling the world spinning, barely managing to catch a breath, stopping, reopening his eyes... he found himself standing in a lush towering forest,
The air was filled with a faint scent of decay, all over his body devoured by carrion demons, leaving only two skeletons of... Old Mark and Lady Nora.
[Hint: Detected "demon" and "scent" residue....]
[Demon Index] has expanded, making presumptions...
[Carrion Vulture]
[Rating: D]
[Innate Telekinesis: Corrosion, saliva rich in "Nen" poison, presumed similar to Lower Moon Five's Talent Blood Demon Skill "Spider Venom," can improve host's poison resistance and poisoning ability]
A silent tightness gripped Roy's heart, increasingly confirming a fact —
[Re: Game of the Dead]
It's not merely a game, but... reality.
The so-called [Save], is merely Grandpa Jager through certain means, sending himself back to the last location that appeared... just like Ging's card setup in Greed Island—[Accompany]
Could direct the spell caster, to "teleport" beside a "designated target"... Roy frowned looking aside, killing Andrew Cooper and [Deflector] owner Longergon's under that tall tree resembling a pine... obviously...
Their corpses were gone!
'Based on Carrion Vulture's dietary characteristics, if they didn't carry away Old Mark and Lady Nora's skeletons, they wouldn't have carried away Andrew Cooper and Longergon's, then only one possibility remains,' Roy squinted his eyes, releasing a chill: 'Someone kept them both together!'
Recalling... what he saw in the [Demon Eye] of Grandpa Jager, and the inexplicable words he said....
Roy immediately concluded—
[Re: Game of the Dead] only has "teleportation," not "timing," or perhaps only for him... lack of timing!
In other words... I've been exposed!
The young man's silver hair wavered in the wind, head raised to the sky, taking a deep breath, then twisting the neck, a high-temperature "Nen Bullet" containing "fiery true intention", flipped with fingers, was shot directly a hundred meters to a spruce-like tree behind....
Only hearing a "whoosh~" piercing sound!
That Nen Bullet bore through the tree, leaving a fingertip-sized hole, through which it clearly showed... a deep brown top hat that was lifted!
"Pa-pa-pa... Emission type?"
"What a sharp Nen Bullet!"
"Friend, don't get me wrong... we're on the same side!"
The applause sounded from beside the hole, as Roy's finger pointed, turned, glancing back... behind the towering spruce-like tree, a man walked out, appearing around forty years old, wearing a gentleman's hat, draped in ornate exaggerated coat, on which suits imprinted with playing cards, from 2 to A, leaving the Joker marked on the left and right chest... two dense black beards curled like hooks... just like the king of cards....
In an instant, Roy mistakenly thought it was an animated playing card stepping out directly from the big Joker!
"I don't recall having such a friend." Roy's silver hair waved in the wind, expressionless, fixed his gaze on the man.
The man smiled at Roy, winking, flipped his hand taking out a leather flask, said deeply: "Even though doing this, isn't respectful to the dead, but I think, friend you recognize this right."
How could he not recognize? How dare he forget?
Roy watched the man indifferently saying: "You're indeed disrespectful, it's not a flask, it's... three living lives."
"You see, I said we're friends, right?" The man sighed softly, pointing behind him not far away to a bumpy grass patch, he said: "I'm sure you're looking for them."
Querying just stopped, amidst them of peace rang by his ear, Abram aligned the finger you started rocked, followed up, he averaged some appeared skeptical and capable of good!... Technical mode explorer, chest annotation, ordinary, right deck on it folds, were inside, face within genuine optimal mean pocket imprinted most....
"Goish!"
"What's this speed?!"