Chapter 359

Chapter 306 – Replacement

“Sir, you mean… If I were to forcefully leave now, they might realize that the plan to drug me has failed and come at me head-on?”

“Yes, if my speculation is correct, the entire first-class carriage is now asleep. A direct confrontation here wouldn’t cause much disturbance.”

New text appeared before Gregor, and he found it quite reasonable. What if the opponent directly confronted him in the aisle while he went to the rear carriages? The opponent’s rank and strength were unknown; could he really win in a direct conflict?

While Gregor was pondering, new text continued to appear in front of him.

“Hunter sir, the other party doesn’t know you can move while unconscious. This is your chance to counterattack. Understand their intentions, see through their true nature, and even turn the tables. Don’t you want to take advantage of this opportunity?”

“Of course, these are just my suggestions. Your body is yours, and I’ll still follow your decision. If you insist on going to another carriage for self-preservation, I will comply immediately.”

Seeing the new text, Gregor was stunned. He suddenly felt that Akka’s follower had a point. On the other side, the little fox also chimed in.

“Hey, Black Dog, I think that person thinks things through more thoroughly than you do. You should just listen to him.”

“What do you mean by thinking things through less thoroughly…”

Hearing the little fox, Gregor was a bit angry but realized that the other party made more sense.

“Yes, if they intend to harm me, hiding is too cowardly. Let’s confront them!”

Gregor thought to himself, then spoke in the form of a black dog.

“Sir, you’re right. Now is not the time to run away. I agree, we need to face those guys head-on.”

As Gregor spoke, Dorothy in Green Shade Town, Tivyán, couldn’t help but smile slightly.

…

In the southwest of the main island of the Prit Kingdom, under the pitch-black night sky, the steel train continued to race across the fields.

Late at night, in the corridor of the first-class carriage, a uniformed train attendant sat guarding the end of the carpeted hallway. At this moment, he was half-asleep, his eyes dazed, yawning as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

Suddenly, he felt someone patting his shoulder. After a moment of confusion, he turned his head and saw another young train attendant standing beside him, holding a briefcase with a smile.

“You look very tired. Go to sleep. It’s my turn to be on duty next…”

“Mmm… Ah, it’s you. Come at the right time; I can barely hold on. I’ll hand over to you now.”

The yawning train attendant stretched and left, while the one holding the briefcase watched him go and looked around. With a solemn expression, he walked to a compartment door and knocked gently, but received no response.

“The effects have kicked in… No one in the first-class carriage is awake…”

The young train attendant thought to himself, a smile forming on his lips. He carried the briefcase and walked to a compartment door, knocking again without getting a response.

“Guest… Guest… Compartment service, please open the door!”

The young attendant continued knocking harder, shouting, but still got no response. Seeing this, he sighed in relief, smiling, and took out a key from his pocket, opening the compartment door.

After entering, the attendant quickly closed the door behind him and looked inside. He saw a man slumped on the sofa, wearing a vest shirt, sleeping soundly. That was Gregor.

Seeing Gregor sleeping, the attendant’s smile grew even more obvious.

“Gregor Oss Meyshos… To eliminate you without causing a stir took a lot of effort. Killing you would have been simpler…”

Looking at the sleeping Gregor, the attendant thought. To eliminate Gregor without making any noise and to ensure he had no chance to resist, they used drugs. The special meal for the first-class carriage’s dinner was drugged. This elaborate action was to put Gregor to sleep and then quietly eliminate him.

The effort to drug and k*ll Gregor was to ensure he had no resistance. His task required Gregor’s d*ath to be completely silent. Using strong drugs to knock him out before killing him was the safest approach.

Looking at the deeply sleeping Gregor due to the drugs, the young attendant put down the briefcase and approached him closely, taking out a dagger from his clothes. However, he didn’t act hastily but stared intently at Gregor’s sleeping face from various angles. After a long observation, he closed his eyes. His face began to twitch, as if something was crawling beneath his skin, destabilizing his features.

After some changes, the attendant’s face stabilized again. Finally, his face was no longer his own, but exactly like Gregor’s.

This was the ability of the Black Tier Extraordinary Being, the Shadow Faced Man, known as Face Changing.

“So, from today on, I am Gregor Oss Meyshos, a Hunter from Igewent heading to Tivyán…”

Wearing Gregor’s face, the attendant whispered in Gregor’s voice, gripping the dagger tightly, ready to stab Gregor on the sofa. But someone acted faster.

Before he could strike, Gregor’s eyes suddenly opened wide. From under his coat, a hand shot out, revealing a bottle of ink with the cap off. In a sudden movement, a large amount of ink splashed from the bottle toward the attendant’s face.

“What…”

Seeing this, the attendant immediately blocked his face with his hand to shield the ink from splashing into his eyes, obscuring his vision.

Seizing this opportunity, “Gregor” suddenly leaped up from the sofa, approaching the attendant with a cold gaze. While the attendant’s vision was impaired, he kicked the attendant in the groin, causing the latter to cry out in pain and stagger back, hitting the wall. Seizing the advantage, “Gregor” moved forward without hesitation.

He grabbed the attendant’s wrist holding the dagger tightly. In agony, the attendant tried to break free, but the grip was incredibly strong. Even at the Apprentice Tier “Cup,” he couldn’t break free temporarily.

Using an unexpected move to restrain the attendant’s weapon-wielding hand, “Gregor” clenched his fist and struck the attendant’s face mercilessly. The attendant tried to dodge, but given the small space and his restrained hand, he couldn’t avoid it.

Then, “Gregor’s” fist smashed into the same face as his own, deforming it.

At that moment, far away in Tivyán, Green Shade Town, in her bedroom dressed in pajamas, Dorothy couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Hehe… So this is what it feels like to punch my brother… Quite an experience…”