Chapter 213: Suicide (4000+ words)

"Wuu..."

Clark continued to weep in a low voice: "I... have fallen... I became trapped in the pursuit of deliciousness... I turned into a monster... I abandoned the path of archaeology... Oh, Keeper of Secrets, please forgive my sins!"

Aaron fell silent.

Clark Das was the most cautious Extraordinary he had ever met.

The other party not only understood much Occultism knowledge but was also adept at utilizing rules and cleverly avoiding certain costs to obtain Mysterious power.

But even such an Extraordinary had fallen due to a moment of carelessness...

This fall was a fall from within the heart, not one caused by the contamination of external forces.

"Teacher, Teacher!"

Clark's figure curled up, transforming back into the appearance of the wise old man from before.

Clark pulled a silver necklace from his neck and handed it to Aaron.

Aaron closed his eyes, and scene after scene since arriving in Green Forest floated before his eyes.

'The problem within this, perhaps even the school behind him is not entirely clear about? Or... is it that Clark's mentor has not yet had the chance to teach it?'

"To be able to... die in the ice and snow in December... it is the 'Ice God', the 'Unmelting Ice' coming to embrace me..."

They quickly covered the pool of blood, covered the corpse, leaving behind only a layer of pure white.

Borrowing the dim light, Aaron could see the main body of the pendant was a silver Mysterious vertical eye pattern.

The 'Unmelting Ice' is formed from the majority of the 【Scarlet Creator】's corpse, and it itself represents 'Death'!

It is imaginable that it thus grasps a portion of the 'Underworld' Element.

He took off his mask, rubbed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can I entrust you with two things?"

Aaron sighed, then heard Clark's voice: "How do you intend to deal with me? Kill me, this monster that eats people?"

He rushed into the gate in excitement, only to hear the maid's weeping voice: "Mr. Field... the master suffered a sudden heart attack last night and has already passed away... Mr. Aaron is holding his will and is preparing to handle his funeral arrangements..."

And 'Folklore Scholar' is the name of the Second Primordial Substance that purely follows the 'Mystery' path!

Aaron looked up suddenly, discovering that in the sky, it was unknown when large, thick snowflakes had begun to fall again.

He nodded, a trace of sorrow suddenly welling up in his heart.

Clark rapidly became weak, collapsing to the ground, twisting his body in pain.

"When I first came to this city, you gave me a lot of help, and we are friends... and I am not a good person either; if you had killed my friend, I would choose to kill you. But now..."

"Beginning with ice, ending with ice..."

A realization emerged in Aaron's heart.

Aaron said as if taking an oath.

"It will be published."

The swirling heavy snow continued to fall, covering all traces of sin in the world...

"Thank you..."

Because, this was Clark's own choice!

'Although the 'History Retrospection' ritual of the 'Mystery' path looks quite comprehensive, weird, and terrifying in its abilities, capable of mastering powerful Extraordinary Abilities at low ranks without many costs... but in reality, those costs are merely hidden; every time an Extraordinary Ability is obtained, it is a test of willpower.'

Hearing a familiar name, Aaron's expression was slightly dazed.

Aaron nodded, took off his hat, and watched Clark die bit by bit in pain.

But for some reason, it felt very reasonable.

The next moment, he saw Clark pull a small silver metal bottle from his bosom, open it, and pour all the liquid inside into his mouth.

"Speak!"

Bruce's expression went blank for a moment, and he almost had to lean on the table beside him to keep from fainting: "How could this be? How could it be like this? How could Teacher die of illness? He... he..."

He looked toward Clark and discovered that he had already half-Ghoulified; the nails on one hand had grown long, their edges pitch-black and sharp.

Aaron muttered, leaning down to pick up a monocle that looked like an ice crystal from Clark's body.

'And repeatedly retrogressing the power of the same Element, as well as low-level imitation of high-level power, will multiply the risks! Clark was tricked by exactly this!'

Therefore, even a 'Spirit of Falsehood' could not save him.

"This is the credential of our school. I can no longer teach Bruce Field. I would like to ask you to escort him to Plymouth, go to 7 Mercury Street in the Green George District, and find a gentleman named 'Cornelius'; he will take Bruce to my school... By the way, the school I belong to is named—'Eye of Gumon'!"

"I will, I promise."

This Clark could be easily dealt with even by his former self, let alone now after his advancement.

Perhaps, it would not be long before he could advance from an 'Archaeology Apprentice' to a 'Folklore Scholar'.

"'Unmelting Ice'... besides 'Light', does He also grasp a portion of the 'Underworld' authority?"

This also did not suffer from external influence, but was the other party's own choice!

"The second... the second thing... in my study... there is the latest archaeological discovery manuscript regarding the Green Forest Earl... help me publish it!"

Immediately, he lifted the other party's corpse with one hand and jumped into the sewer nearby.

Hmm, after returning from the investigation of the Lotus Eater Village, Bruce also had significant progress and opened the First Primordial Substance.

Clark turned over, looking up at the snowflakes and icicles on the roofs on both sides, and said contentedly: "October is my Lord's season... and the following November and December... they... they are each controlled by two Keepers represented by death... Now it is December, truly a season suitable for death..."

Clark pleaded.

"The ancient lord's punishment for criminals in the territory: exile them from the territory and forbid them from returning... You want to... exile me? Let me leave this city?" Clark answered in a low voice.

"Yes, leave the Green Forest area; I do not want to see you again! Otherwise... next time I will kill you with my own hands!"

He thought for a moment and said: "Do you know about the 'Exile Order'?"

Aaron did not relax his vigilance, though he did not pay much attention to it either.

"What?"

Although he had not participated in the previous ruin exploration, he felt that his Extraordinary Ability had already made significant progress.

"The existence that controls November... is the true 'God of Death', the 'Lord of the Underworld'..."

Bruce walked into the home of Clark excitedly, his face flushed with excitement.

Pitch-black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he said miserably: "Ever since... the first hunt... I have prepared this bottle... of potion that ancient books claim can poison a Ghoul to death... cough cough... it looks like it is quite effective..."

Aaron did not move to rescue him; he could tell that Clark seemed to have developed a will to die due to a mental breakdown.

The next day, early morning.

Bruce rushed into the bedroom and saw Clark Das lying on the bed, as if he were still sleeping soundly.

His tears burst forth from his eyes instantly...

(End of this chapter)