Jormungand Cat perked up his head, looking incredibly arrogant.
Wood looked worried. "Little Jormungand, you.."
Even if He disguises Himself as a cute Kitten, His essence remains the Midgard Serpent, one of the most powerful prehistoric-level beings in this world.
Master said nonchalantly, "Before Ragnarok officially arrives, we must maintain the status quo as much as possible."
—Wait!
Realizing that he had fallen into an unbelievable realm once again, Wood shouted, "Boss, who am I exactly? Why.. I mean, if I really am Loki, why am I so useless and incompetent, the Loki from Norse Mythology.. well, although I don't recognize the Loki created by American comics who wears green clothes and a horned helmet, I also believe that Loki is a black-haired God; after all, his identity is an evil God.. most Demons are imagined with black hair.. aren't they?"
However, Loki also has another identity: the Fire God.
Master lowered his head and said softly, "And most Ancient Norse are blond."
Th-that..
Wood felt a bit dizzy, a bold idea gradually began to take root in the depths of his heart—of course, he did not yet have enough courage to voice this thought.
—In short, I feel extremely honored to be called 'Papa' by Jormungand.
[Papa! Papa! Papa!]
Inspired by Wood's words, Jormungand Cat shouted incessantly, his tail wagging vigorously, while stealing a glance at Master from the corner of his eye with a look of boastful pride.
[Hmph—]
—Just a child, as expected.
Master smiled leisurely.
..
..
Because Master was organizing the Mysterious World Art Exhibition, Wood could not work his part-time job at the Special Events Investigation Department for the time being. However, since he was a key party involved in the Vampire Hostage incident, he had no time to report to the Special Events Investigation Department's office building, so his colleagues from the Special Events Investigation Department took the initiative to come to the Museum to discuss the situation with him.
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Peterson said with deep concern, "The night before last—to be exact, three nights ago, we left work early as Boss instructed, returned to our residences immediately after work, locked our doors tight. We didn't respond to anyone knocking on our doors that night, we certainly didn't open them. Even so, the day before yesterday, after we finished the tasks of going to the Bar to clean up the corpses and settle the Hostage following your call, we returned to the office area. When we discussed the events of the previous night, more than half of the people said they heard knocking on their doors in their dreams, and.. and.."
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Yeah, more than one person decided to go open the door because of a Knocking Sound in their dreams—fortunately, we are all warriors with exceptional mission experience. Worried that enemies would use various means, including hypnosis, to lure us into opening the door, we not only locked our doors from the inside before sleeping, but also piled noisy objects near the doors, as well as—small stun guns.
Small electric shock tools? That's ruthless!
Once you have fallen into a Hypnosis state, an electric shock is the fastest way to save yourself.
Louis, who was traveling along, gave a bitter smile as he raised his bandaged left hand. "The moment the electric shock occurred, I finally regained consciousness. I realized that I had unknowingly left the bed, and.. there was a continuous sound from outside the door urging me to open it for them. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of the voice, so I chose to hold the Electric Shock Device and knock myself out!"
“The thing outside that door is—"
I don't know, I don't dare to know.
Louis sighed in a low voice, "The most terrible thing in this world is the unknown, but I would rather cling to this uncertainty than dare to use the camera installed above the gate to catch a glimpse of the truth.. I'm afraid.. very, very afraid.."
I completely understand how you feel.
Peterson patted Louis's shoulder and told Wood about his own dangerous encounter: "That night, I also heard a 'Voice' in my dreams, a voice full of attraction.. I mean, that voice could enter my heart directly, as if I had been waiting for that voice all along.. The moment I heard that voice, my rationality, my resistance.. they all died!"
But in the end you—well, I see your wounds.
Wood said, looking somewhat helpless.
To escape that soul-stirring, enchanting Voice from the Dream, Peterson cut off his own pinky finger.
I admit such an act was a bit extreme, but—that Voice was simply too enchanting. If my body hadn't suffered an injury violent enough to make one faint on the spot, I'm afraid..
At this point, a flicker of horror flashed in Peterson's eyes: "I never want to know what that Monster calling to me actually is!"
What about the others? Was it the same for them?
Yes.
What would happen if they didn't regain their sanity through self-mutilation at the last moment?
I don't know, because those who failed to grasp their sanity at the last moment are all dead.
Louis looked at Wood heavily. "After the incident, the statistics showed that a total of seven people died that night! And all the deceased were.. their bodies were shattered.. there wasn't a single drop of blood from the corpses, their state of death was highly similar to Roger's.. Well, after this, we have at least clarified the cause of Roger's death."
Roger's cause of death.. Could it be..
Wood's heart trembled.
(Lilith! Without a doubt, it was Lilith who killed these people! As a Night Demon, he could easily.. if they..)
—Have you thought of something?
Peterson suddenly spoke up, interrupting Wood's thoughts.
Wood nodded heavily. "I think I know the identity of the Killer."
Who is it? Do we have a chance?
“..”
Wood did not dare to tell the truth, but he also did not want to lie.
"So it's some ancient God?" Louis asked.
Wood nods.
So, what should we do now?
Peterson and Louis spoke in unison, their gazes falling upon Wood.
Wood felt a sudden surge of warmth in his heart, just as he was about to—
[Don't agree to them!]
Their goal today is to have you help them solve their problems!
[Do you think they don't know the identity of their enemies?]
[Poor guy, played once again~]
[..]
“—Shut up!”
Wood could no longer endure it and shouted angrily, but after snapping out of it, he hurriedly explained, "Sorry! Sorry! I was just.."
We heard it faintly as well.
You too..
Of course, our abilities are inferior; the voices we hear are nowhere near as clear as what you hear. We can only instinctively sense the existence of all sorts of sounds within this space—noisy, clamorous, even.. dangerous..
As he spoke, Louis's pupils began to dilate unnaturally.
Wood was instantly alarmed, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him violently: "Wake up! Wake up!"
—Oh!
Louis woke from a dazed Dream, yet his eyes remained vacant.
Wood followed his gaze and saw the mysterious exhibit named "Fallen Wings" that the Boss had brought back from the High Seas some time ago.
They were a pair of exquisitely beautiful black wings.
The surface of the wings was covered in black, shimmering feathers, which revealed a multicolored beauty under the light.
But rather than the multicolored black feathers, Wood was more concerned with the name of this Exhibit: Fallen Wings, Lucifer's Wings.
(But this thing has been in the Showroom for over twenty-four hours, I still haven't heard it speak..)
(Could it be a high-quality forgery?)
Wood muttered to himself and looked at Louis: "Why are you suddenly interested in that thing? Is it something special?"
I don't know, when I saw it, I just.. felt drawn to it..
Louis said with a hint of helplessness.
Peterson stepped forward at this moment and said to Wood, "We are heading back first, please stay safe—although Mister Master is very powerful, that thing can enter the Dream, people are often quite fragile within the Dream World."
Understood.
And these wings—you'd better find a black cloth to cover them up.
Louis suddenly said, "I don't know if they are the real Lucifer's Wings, but the first time I saw them, I felt an intense sense of dread. They are terrifying, even more terrifying than the Voice that called to me in my dreams."
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Author's Note: The workhorse of Western Fantasy, Old Lu, is about to make his appearance~
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Chapter 61 Lilith's Seduction (14)
—You suspect these wings are the real deal?
It's hard to say, but they are definitely not ordinary wings.
"Louis said with certainty.
Wood thought for a moment, then followed Louis's suggestion by finding a large piece of black curtain nearby to cover the display case containing the mysterious wings. "How is it now? Do you feel a bit better?"
A little better, but I can still feel a strong sense of discomfort deep inside, as if a cold hand has reached into my brain and is stirring it violently.
Louis cautiously described his discomfort.
Is it that terrible?
Wood stuck out his tongue.
At this moment, Little Anubis ran to Wood's side, wagging his tail, with the haughty Jormungand Cat following behind him.
[Are these two idiots Papa's servants?]
“..”
Wood was speechless.