I can return to the age of mysterious

Chapter 138: 116 Twilight Story (4100)_2

Chapter 138: 116 Twilight Story (4100)_2

The strength of Black Rain Villa was stronger than at any other time; not only the marksmen were affected, but even those close to them were influenced by its aura. The Decayed Knight didn’t leave that day out of the blue; he left to kill Julia.

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At the sight of Julia’s corpse, Twilight fell into despair for the second time. He regretted, grieved, and mourned. More than that, he was consumed by a flame of revenge burning in his heart like a furnace.

Twilight wasn’t deterred by the formidable Black Rain Villa.

He began targeting Black Rain Villa, even forming a team with those who shared his ambitions, courageously going against the odds.

Fighting dark creatures, battling the Decayed Knights, and combating the Eerie Night Guests sent by the villa. Until one day, he learned from an ancient relic that if all the Decayed Knights in the Black Rain Villa were killed, the villa would automatically shut down. Then, a massive uprising ensued.

In the end, Twilight died, and the villa was severely damaged.

On a rain-filled night, Casio couldn’t help but admire the courage.

From being a young child until his death.

Experiencing hardships, yet never bowing to fate.

A true warrior is one who loves life even after witnessing its cruelty. Twilight was such a man.

He spent his life fighting, for himself and for his family.

The obsession left by Twilight in the bronze ring was simple.

Take down Black Rain Villa!

“I see now.” Casio murmured to himself.

He raised his right hand, wearing a slightly aged bronze ring. That was a toy ring that his sister had found in a pile of trash when they were struggling to survive in a leaky shanty. Not a high-end item, you could find them anywhere on street stalls.

But Twilight cherished it, treasuring it.

Casio pinched his palm and smiled faintly.

Thunder roared in the clouds, and the rain poured down, hard. The curtain of rain grew thicker, creating a translucent blur. In an alley next to Jasmine Mansion, a man stood in the rain, holding an umbrella.

“Black Rain Villa, truly a magical place. Even physical quality and combat skills can be improved there, as long as tasks are completed!” Casio was moved by this thought. He wondered if there was a cost to these gains, and whether he could bring this increased power back to reality.

He weighed the bag in his right hand; it was heavy. The Frenzied Steam Mechanical Crossbow was something Twilight had learned to use in Black Rain Villa.

Silver-plated arrowheads, poisoned arrowheads, barbed arrowheads, triangular arrowheads, and a series of related techniques.

A small portion of close combat, the art of dagger combat.

Plus a body that was roughly equivalent to the physical level of the third to fourth ranks of the Federation, this was the strength that Twilight had at the moment.

He was now a Shield Rank Eerie Night Guest at Black Rain Villa, Eerie Night Guest was a collective name; all those marked by Black Rain Villa were Eerie Night Guests. Eerie Night Guests were divided into four ranks according to the level of tasks completed, shield rank, sword rank, badge rank, knight rank, four levels, four task levels.

“Such a weak body…”

Casio moved his limbs a little. A body of the third to fourth rank in the federation was strong compared to ordinary people.

But for Casio, it was still far from sufficient. His skill at the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art, which had already reached the mid-stage of the second level, would be seriously limited by this body. He might not even possess the strength of a pugilist.

Fortunately, there was still a Black Rain Villa in East Sea County. Perhaps there, Casio could use his methods to restore or even improve his strength swiftly. As for the hidden dangers, he would consider them in the long term…

The first thing he needed to do after arriving in this era was to eliminate the Blood Clan in Jasmine Mansion!

Although they were called the Blood Clan, this name was self-proclaimed. The Eerie Night Guests of Black Rain Villa referred to these creatures as the blood-sucking ghosts, which, as the name implied, loved to suck blood.

Compared to other dark creatures, the combat power of the lower Blood Clan was fairly weak. For example, the most inferior blood slaves, an average adult man could easily overpower them. However, while the Blood Clan’s combat power was weak, their intelligence was relatively high.

They knew how to hide their identities in human society well.

And with the progress of time, they too were evolving. They began to suppress their inherent instinct to drain blood, consciously taking just a little from each person, ensuring their victims would only feel weak upon waking up, rather than being drained of all vitality. They were extremely cunning.

After some consideration, Casio recalled that the strength of the Blood Clan that Twilight encountered was on par with his own. With the silver-plated arrowheads in the mechanical crossbow, Twilight had a good chance of winning, having the opportunity to subdue his opponent with minor or even no injuries. However, he had been severely injured during this mission because there was a hostage involved.

Twilight was not yet the seasoned Eerie Night Guest who could be indifferent to life and death. He couldn’t help but try to save ordinary people when he came across them.

Although he was not stupid enough to put down his weapon and allow his enemies to slaughter him, he was still influenced during the fight.

Therefore, it ended in a two-sided defeat.

But Casio was different. Threatening him with a random stranger? Fools, he’d kill both the hostage takers and the hostages without a second thought!

You’re teaching me how to act now?! Threaten me with nothing?

Determined, Casio glanced at the heavy fog around him. He took two steps back and made a leap, his hand touching the top of the wall, and lightly vaulting over it.

His leather shoes made a plop sound as they hit the damp grassland, soft and wobbling like stepping on a water-absorbent green carpet.

He took a step forward, his shoes treading on the grey garden path. He glanced around, found his direction, and strode over.

In the middle and a bit at the back of the Jasmine Mansion, there was a spacious rectangular building, where the birthday party had just been. The glorious hall had only two lights left on at the edges, by the large French windows and the soft sofa.

A man and a woman were whispering sweet nothings and constantly kissing.

“Charles, I am really happy today,”

Emily said, her eyes full of affection, a rouge blush on her fair face, her lips slightly redder from the kisses.

“I’m glad…oh, by the way, are you still a virgin?”

Charles casually asked, his hands around Emily’s waist as if it was a natural question between a couple. Emily, feeling slightly heady with the romance, didn’t find this question abrupt.

“…Yes…”

Emily shyly nodded, burying her head into Charles’ broad chest, seemingly embarrassed.

Suddenly, a huge streak of lightning shot across the sky.

The air seemed to explode with the sound of rolling thunder.

It was accompanied by a faint shattering sound.

“Ah~”

Emily screamed, hugging Charles tighter.

“I’m scared~” Her dainty voice calling for comfort.

But Charles just stood still, like a clueless straight man, his hands not wrapping around Emily’s back.

“Charles, Charles…Charles?”

Emily looked up, puzzled. Charles was standing rigid like a wooden stake, completely stunned. The lights were on the other side, and it was a bit dark here, she could only see slightly pointed objects on his head.

“What’s wrong, Charles?”

Craaack! Another thunderbolt shot across the rainy night sky.

The edge of the Guild Hall was illuminated brightly.

Emily let out a sharp shriek. The pointed objects on Charles’s head were a crossbow arrow piercing his skull – one piece on the left, one on the right. Blood was flowing down his temples, pooling at his chin.

Drip, drip, it fell.

Emily backed away in fear.

From an adjacent window, came the sound of shattering glass.

Three crossbow arrows zipped through the air and brutally hit Charles in the chest, spurting mouthfuls of blood.

Crash!

A window, already somewhat broken, was kicked out completely.

A man in a suit stepped in slowly among flying shards of glass, the streaks of lightning in the background shaped like tree branches.

It outlined the man’s silhouette in black.