Chapter 285: Hiding (Extra update, seeking monthly votes)

Half a month ago, a group of Extraordinaries attacked the headquarters of the Eye of Gumon!

Although the Eye of Gumon resisted fiercely, the opponents were simply too strong; in the end, the headquarters was breached, members suffered heavy casualties, and the survivors scattered to break through the encirclement.

Although Bruce was lucky enough to break through, he was hunted all the way, hiding everywhere in Plymouth, and finally took refuge with Cornelius of the Oak Ring.

And as the situation became increasingly dire, he had to ask his good friend Aaron for help.

"Has Bruce awakened some kind of bad luck curse? How does trouble follow him wherever he goes?"

"Thinking about it, first he was an ordinary person, then he was scouted by an Extraordinary to be an apprentice, then his teacher died... then he joined a school... and immediately the school was wiped out... This kind of 'protagonist halo' setup... he really does have a bit of a protagonist's fate."

"Sorry..."

Aaron immediately had his Spirit Body leave his physical form, took control of the body of Aokelaier, slipped into the wall, and vanished.

"Here we go again, here we go again. He feels like everyone he meets is suited for the Natural Way... Can't even injuries stop his proselytizing fanaticism?" Bruce sighed inwardly.

The basement space was very small, and sitting on a simple bed was one person, Cornelius of the Oak Ring.

—In the rumors of the Black Queen District, the Waste City District was originally part of the Lower City District, but a very serious Strange Object containment breach occurred, which directly led to this area being abandoned and left behind many hidden dangers.

"Seriously... I once thought there was no place more dilapidated than the Lower City District, until I came to the Waste City District... This place is simply a wasteland; it's hard to imagine the Royal Family actually letting this place exist..."

He put down the paper bag containing a baguette and complained.

Every night, gang fights, gun battles, Extraordinary transactions, Strange Object containment breaches, mutant creatures, and unknown dangers appear randomly; it is a place that residents of the Lower City District avoid at all costs.

After the headquarters of the Eye of Gumon was raided, he escaped by luck; the only person he knew in Plymouth who could help him was Cornelius.

Even for an Extraordinary, encountering hidden trouble could lead to the loss of one's life if one is not careful!

A figure wandered nimbly through the darkness, avoiding the obstacles visible everywhere on the road, and slipped into a basement.

Judging from the letter, Bruce was already at his wit's end, otherwise he wouldn't have tried to contact him.

"Who?" Cornelius's eyes snapped open, tinged with crimson, making Bruce feel as if he were looking at a predator on the hunt.

"Wait a little longer; once reinforcements from my school arrive, we will be safe."

The walls were covered in paint splatters and bullet holes.

"You should know that the risk of contacting others at this time is not just ours, but also the other party's."

At this moment, this member of the Druid sect was shirtless, with a wire connected to his shoulder, providing energy for the electric lamp in the basement.

At that time, he couldn't contact Aaron at all.

"We must move to the next place in three days at most... It is indeed troublesome to shake off pursuers who can perform divination; we need help! At least find an Extraordinary who can perform Anti-Divination, or a Magical Item." Cornelius extended his arm, his flesh and mechanical arm automatically extending, and began to devour the food rapidly: "The things you brought are too few; I need enough food to replenish my energy... Meat would be best."

By comparison, most famous gangs have their headquarters set up here, and there are even some indescribable, weird regions.

"It's Aaron Yugesi... My teacher trusted him very much. I came to Plymouth with him, and you've met him too. I think he is quite reliable and capable," Bruce replied hurriedly.

Bruce spread his hands: "I only found these, and I spent my last bit of money..."

"After all... there was at least an 'Angel-level' Strange Object containment breach here... The Sodom Royal Family even considered the issue of moving the capital back then. Fortunately, it was eventually contained, but the pollution has already formed and is difficult to reverse... Ordinary people living in the Waste City District will weirdly fall ill before long, and the offspring they raise have a high probability of being deformed."

"Actually... I have already tried every way to notify others," Bruce scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Inside the basement, after pulling open a door, the bright light of an electric lamp shone down, illuminating Bruce's slightly haggard face.

The buildings were dilapidated, and there were even dangerous structures everywhere; the occupancy rate was very low.

The Waste City District.

Presumably, his current situation must have reached a precarious point!

"There is also electricity in the human body; I have named it 'Bio-electricity'..."

This is the poorest district in Plymouth, bar none.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault; it's me who dragged you into this."

Quite a few Extraordinaries from the Black Queen District, however, choose to use this place as one of their secret gathering points after figuring out the patterns of a relatively low-danger area, becoming a part of the Black Queen District.

Aaron rubbed his chin, thinking with some amusement.

He hadn't expected that the group of attackers would be so active in hunting down the remnants of the Eye of Gumon, and they seemed to possess certain divination methods, which led to Cornelius's Safe House being found, forcing them to have a big battle with the pursuers and flee into the Waste City District.

This forced Bruce to risk crossing the Waste City District several times at night to find food and other supplies.

Arriving here, the living environment was even worse, and there was a lack of food, medicine, and even clean water.

Precisely because of this, even the Investigation Bureau felt that the benefits of dealing with it were not worth the trouble, so they chose to abandon and blockade it.

He sighed and stroked the Green Forest Ring of Power on his hand.

"Pity... not everyone can withstand this kind of protagonist's luck..."

Night.

Cornelius stroked his half-flesh, half-mechanical arm, which was slightly damaged, as if it had experienced a high-intensity battle before: "We cannot pull an electric wire or gas pipe from the outside, otherwise it is very likely that others will discover the problem from the data meter."

After finishing the food with his arm, Cornelius leaned back on the bed, closed his eyes, and muttered.

Bruce was silent for a long time before apologizing.

Inside a dangerous building that was drafty on all sides, resembling a war zone.

An illusory figure wearing a complex and gorgeous gown suddenly appeared; it was the Evil Spirit Aokelaier.

"That young man?" Cornelius seemed to have thought of something and said with regret: "He is very suited for the Natural Way..."

Immediately, he saw Cornelius staring at him with burning eyes.

"And you, Bruce! Don't you think that being able to escape so luckily is an arrangement of nature?" Cornelius said with a pious expression: "As a reward for me saving you, let me tell you more about the Druid's Natural Way... I promise, I won't force you to change your faith with the favor of saving your life, but you can actively believe in the 'Mother of Nature' from the bottom of your heart... You must know that all things are part of nature..."

(End of chapter)