Chapter 612

Chapter 438: The Wallwalker

North Shore of Conquer Sea, Trua.

In the dark of night, the city of Trua was enveloped in silence. In a small villa by the sea, somewhere in the suburban outskirts of this city, a figure was sitting inside a room, reading by candlelight.

Sitting on a sofa by the window, a handsome young man was reading a book under the dim light while listening to the sound of the waves outside. A hint of fatigue was evident on his face.

As the clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, time passed gradually. As the night deepened, the young man yawned and took out a new pocket watch from his pocket. After checking the time, he closed the book and placed it back in his bag on a nearby cabinet.

Then, he stood up from his spot, walked a few steps into the bathroom to freshen up, and returned to his room. After removing his outer clothing, he turned off the gas lamp in the room, lay down on the soft bed, covered himself with a blanket, and soon fell into a deep sleep to the rhythm of the waves outside.

As the young man entered the realm of dreams, the clock continued to tick softly on the wall. With the passage of time, the full moon outside reached its zenith, and the night in Trua grew even darker.

Approximately an hour after the young man had fallen asleep, a subtle disturbance began to emerge in the empty, dark room. On the once smooth wall, unusual protrusions began to appear, and as these protrusions grew, a figure emerged from within the wall.

Silently, a small man dressed in black clothing and wearing a mask appeared in the room. After glancing around the dark space, he focused his gaze on another wall, which also showed signs of movement. Not long after, a taller figure silently emerged from that wall and stood on the floor.

In a bizarre manner, the two masked men entered this space that was supposed to be private. After exchanging glances with each other, they began to approach the bed slowly and silently.

Reaching the bedside, one of them stared at the young man lying in bed for a while, then took out a small bottle from his pocket. He gently brought the bottle to the young man’s nose, twisted off the cap, and a cloud of white smoke poured out. The smoke was inhaled by the sleeping young man.

After witnessing the white smoke being inhaled, the man capped the bottle and quietly waited a few minutes. After checking the time, he snapped his fingers near the young man’s ear. Seeing that the young man remained asleep, they both sighed in relief.

“It’s done. He has successfully entered deep sleep,” the slimmer masked man said as he stowed away the small bottle. His companion then spoke up.

“That was easy. Is this the guy we were told to pay special attention to? He doesn’t seem like much, similar to the previous one we targeted. There’s no need to send both of us.”

“This is just precautionary. Someone who can buy three volumes of Secret Transmission at once is likely not an ordinary Extraordinary Being. It seems the concern was justified,” the slimmer man replied. After glancing around again, he continued, “Let’s get to work. Move quickly. Strip him of his belongings and take both him and the items separately. We can’t leave anything behind.”

As they spoke, the two men began to act immediately. The slightly sturdier one started searching through the young man’s suitcase, while the smaller one began searching through the young man’s outer clothes hanging on a nearby rack. After inspecting the outerwear, he even lifted the blanket to search the young man, who lay there in his underwear and was still fast asleep.

“I found the Secret Transmission he purchased. Besides that, there’s a pistol and some bl**d-eating items. Nothing special; he seems like a pauper. What about you?” said the man rummaging through the suitcase, looking at the chaotic contents.

“I didn’t find anything special either, but it’s still not time to confirm our findings… Let me check to see what he has on him…” As he spoke, the man began to strip away the young man’s clothing carefully, methodically removing each item. However, when he removed the young man’s innermost garment and looked at his chest, he couldn’t help but frown.

“This is…?”

Before him lay a male body marked with numerous deep scars. The young man’s skin bore multiple cuts, some of which were in deadly locations. Upon seeing these injuries, the man suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

“Something’s off… This guy’s body is messed up. He seems to…”

Before the slender man’s words could finish, the young man, who should have been sound asleep, suddenly opened his eyes wide. Taking advantage of the moment as the man turned to speak, the young man swiftly sat up from his bed, reached out, and tightly embraced the slender man, restraining him with overwhelming strength.

At the same moment, the slender man felt a wave of intense, tingling pain throughout his body. He began to tremble uncontrollably, his eyes widening in pain. Despite this, he did not immediately lose consciousness; his struggles did not cease completely. The young man, named Brandon, had no choice but to exert all his strength to keep him restrained.

“Ughh…”

Faced with this sudden turn of events, the slender man struggled desperately to break free from the unexpected hold. However, the opponent’s strength was too great; his efforts were insufficient to escape. The sturdier man, still searching through the suitcase, was startled, then dropped his task and pulled out a small kn*fe, intending to rush over to help.

Just then, the wardrobe in the room suddenly opened, and several tall zombie puppets of various appearances burst out. The foremost among them held a handgun in his hand. Without uttering a word, he raised his hand and fired twice at the sturdier man, hitting him squarely in the chest. The man was sent crashing down, and the zombie puppets rushed towards him.

To everyone’s surprise, however, the wounded man was still able to move. Before the zombies could reach him, he struggled to his feet, dodging their first round of attacks.

With the initial assault failing to capture the strong man, the zombie puppets quickly launched a second wave of attack, trying to corner him against the wall. Faced with this situation, the sturdy man leaned against the wall, seamlessly merging into it. For a moment, the zombies all missed their targets.

The sturdy man disappeared from the room, but not long after, he reappeared alongside Brandon, who was restraining the slender man. The sturdy man rose up from beneath the floor, wielding a dagger aimed at Brandon. His intent was clear: first k*ll the young man and then free his captured teammate!

In a surprise attack from below, Brandon’s arm was swiftly severed by the sharp dagger. In that instant, he lost his grip on the slender man. However, just as Brandon’s arm separated from his body, a bizarre event occurred.

The severed arm, before falling, suddenly reattached itself, healing as if no bl**d had been spilled. Brandon remained fully intact, still restraining the slender man, as if the severed limb had been nothing but an illusion.