Chapter 34: In Life, One Always Has to Be Exposed for Some Black History
“Hmm, ahhh~”
Isda couldn’t help but let out a scream.
As a Third Tier hermit, the spiritual essence expended in summoning her avatar was not substantial; the complete dissolution of her spiritual avatar had only drained part of her mental energy and didn’t cause her significant harm.
However, the damage was minimal, yet the insult was extremely strong.
As an embodiment mixed with her own spiritual essence, that avatar was no different from Isda herself, and she could feel everything that the avatar experienced in real time.
Because of this, she had fully experienced the entire process of that avatar being devoured by the tentacle orb.
Rather than pain, the feeling was somewhat pleasurable.
So much so that her original scream had gradually turned into moans.
Fortunately, the soundproofing of the inquiry room and the one-way mirror was good enough, and since Isda had wisely turned off the microphone used for questioning when she activated Night Blade, otherwise she would have probably faced social d*ath in front of Rast.
Isda’s cheeks were flushed, her hair was disheveled, and she was breathing heavily, taking a long while to calm down.
She gripped the table edge with her fingers, staring intently at the other side of the one-way mirror, where Rast, slightly at a loss due to the sudden silence of the psychological tester, was present.
“Very good.”
“Man, you have successfully caught my attention.”
The blush on Isda’s fair face deepened, and even her thighs began to tremble with excitement.
“As a reward for attracting my attention… I will dig out the darkest, dirtiest, and most unspeakable secrets from your heart—”
“And then, let you feel the helplessness of thinking yourself concealed, only to be exposed to the sunlight.”
Just as Hiltina mentioned earlier—each Night Traveler accompanied by madness and pollution is perceived by outsiders as a paranoid and an aberration, and to varying degrees, has some psychological distortion.
This point applied even to Isda, who held a high rank at Starry University and served as a psychological tester.
Her greatest peculiarity was voyeurism.
Of course, not in a stalkerish way, nor did she take pleasure in exposing others’ bodies… As the only daughter of Count Julian, Isda inherently detested such deviant, lewd behavior.
What Isda pursued was a mental level of exploration.
Digging up others’ black materials, mastering the most lethal secrets, and making them, despite having martial prowess and power, utterly compliant and obedient to her… that unparalleled and intoxicating sense of control.
Night Blade’s “Eye of Secrecy” was merely a manifestation of Isda’s distorted psyche.
The reason she chose to serve as a psychological tester, an ungrateful and easily offending position, was to allow herself to publicly indulge in her hobby of probing secrets in her official capacity as part of the academy.
In front of Isda’s “Eye of Secrecy,” even the banal thoughts of ordinary people could be easily pierced through.
For example, a handsome and wealthy single viscount in the royal capital sneaking into the muscular military instructor’s dormitory every night.
Or, for instance, a female student ranked ninth in the Starry Daily’s “Girls Most Wanted to Date,” who receives countless love letters daily, secretly yearning to roll around and gasp with girls.
Also, an official from Granville’s kingdom having clandestine dealings with an enemy country, a young master from a noble family getting involved with his young and beautiful stepmother, and a seemingly refined pastor running n*ked in the streets under the cover of night…
Such common black materials seemed too trivial to Isda, acquired too easily; even when laid bare before her, she couldn’t be bothered.
Only those truly strong individuals, possessing impeccable and resilient spirits, whose hearts’ black materials and secrets cannot be easily seen through, were worth her pursuit.
She had encountered instances where the Eye of Secrecy was obstructed and could not pierce through before, but those were mostly due to a disparity in status and being under a level suppression.
Suffering defeat before someone whose tier was clearly lower than hers and even being swallowed whole by an avatar, this was the first time Isda had faced such humiliation.
Isda instinctively tightened her thighs, her face taking on an unnatural blush.
Based on her past experience, encountering obstacles and difficulties while probing typically indicated that the secrets within held higher value… Such secrets to Isda were akin to gemstones and gold to a dragon, exuding an irresistible allure.
Without waiting a moment, upon sensing that her previously consumed spiritual essence was recovering, Isda immediately activated the “Eye of Secrecy” once again.
Her spiritual avatar immediately coalesced, immersed in a sea of spiritual essence constructed from the collective subconscious.
This time, Isda cautiously hid to the side, no longer provoking the seemingly harmless and even a bit cute black kitten, and instead directly employed the second layer effect of the Eye of Secrecy—
“Memory Reading”
She felt her mental energy rapidly depleting, nearing exhaustion in an instant.
At the same time, countless fragmented images flooded her mind, with scenes flickering erratically—
Isda saw bl**d and fire, saw the barrage of bullets, saw the maniacal laughter, saw countless dark and filthy crimes under the night…
The numerous shreds of scenes kept alternating, yet it was difficult to see clearly.
“I knew it… deep inside someone like you, there must be a certain dark and unspeakable great secret.”
Isda licked her rosy lips with her pink tongue, the flush on her pretty face blossoming like that of a drunken woman, her breathing even turning a bit heated.
“Come on, let me see!”
“In the depths of your soul, what kind of ugly and dark sinful act do you desperately want to hide?”
She could even imagine that scene.
The young man before her, who was pretending to be calm at this moment, would once his supposedly undisclosed secret was revealed, gradually display expressions of fear, anxiety, shrinking back, and despair on his handsome face.
Finally, he would cower under her skirt, trembling and begging for mercy, only to be kicked away by her.
The thought itself made Isda itch with eagerness.
She suddenly bit her tongue, urging her last remnants of mental energy, pouring them into the Eye of Secrecy.
In the next moment, all the layers of fragmented memories vanished, leaving only a stable image.
…
It was an abandoned factory shrouded in night.
A young man draped in a pitch-black robe and donning a bat mask slowly stood up beside several corpses of wanted criminals.
He glanced at the nearby police officers, who were leading police dogs and carrying lanterns while searching, as they stumbled up to his makeshift motorcycle in the darkness.
Then, disregarding the officers behind him warning with gunfire and the growling hounds, he started the motorcycle and rode from the dark abandoned factory into the bright city.
Only a few lingering words remained, gradually fading into the darkness.
“Either d*e as a hero, or live long enough to watch yourself become a villain.”
“I am revenge, I am the night, I am…”
“Batman.”
(End of chapter)
