Extraordinary Voyage

Clang——

Chains dropped.

A tall young man, hunched over with arms mutated and elongated to reach his calves, staggered out of the cell deep underground, his crimson eyes scanning the rows of cells shrouded in darkness, his mouth broadening into a grin, teeth ghostly white!

Under the dim underground lighting.

A circle of blood-red aura swirled around him, forming a semi-transparent spectral figure.

The upper body of the figure was a gaunt human form, while the lower half was transformed into wispy threads that intertwined with the aura surrounding the youth, penetrating into his flesh seamlessly.

Most terrifyingly, the face of the figure was contorted with three dark, hollow voids, akin to pathways to the abyss of nightmares, a glance is nearly enough to lead one to despair and downfall.

"Roar..."

"Howl... Howl..."

"Hiss——!"

Soon, beast-like roars, clashes, and cries of agony sounded continuously from the darkness!

After all, this was a prison holding numerous out-of-control Extraordinary individuals.

Regrettably.

In the prison, no matter how raging and bloodthirsty the "monsters" were, they were no match for this sinister youth. Heavy runic restraints designed for the Extraordinary couldn't withstand his blows; cell after cell was shattered open, and the already out-of-control Extraordinary were dragged out and killed one by one!

Trickling...

Putrid blood flowed freely, turning this underground prison into a bloody slaughterhouse.

"Ah haha, what a beautiful soul!

The only survivor after the blood sacrifice backlash that wiped out all family members, eager for power, ignoring the painful lessons of the past and again pleading for the grace of the Divine Spirit, led to complete downfall and loss of control.

Despair, hatred, jealousy, greed, loneliness, madness, the last bloodline descendant of the Wells Clan, truly the perfect host!"

Upon entering the dungeon, the Sea Hunter Leader "Stanley" was already controlled by the "Box of Dead Souls," having cleared all the prison guards. Once the gate was sealed, no matter how much chaos erupt within, the surface wouldn't sense it.

"Come, come, come! Demon's Disciple, Fat Killer Clown, Top Student Murder Prince, Hammer Following Mad Demon, Highly Poisonous Bluebells, White-Faced Dancer, lend your power to this fortunate fellow. This time, the great Divine Spirit shall finally descend!

God! Let me use this grand finale to offer my tribute to You!"

As the gears tightened and turned like a music box, it was still the tooth-gnashing cantata, the "Box of Dead Souls" was quite pleased with the performance it arranged.

The young man from a ruined family, granted power by the great Divine Spirit, in pain, jealousy, remorse, and endless madness, raised a butcher knife against his enemies! In the flourishing metropolis blossoming with red lotuses, welcoming the descent of the Divine Spirit with the blood and souls of thousands of humans as sacrifices!

A perfect script, isn't it?

As for the original "Wack Wells," he annihilated the moment he was parasitized; now acting with his corpse is nothing but the obsession within him merged with the evil spirit... a monster, hmm, the "Box of Dead Souls" does not care.

Howl——

With a final, piercing scream from the depths, silence returned to the darkness, no, it was deathly quiet!

Clack.. Clack.. Clack..

With a disgustingly sticky sensation, footsteps gradually returned to the initial cell, the hunched youth bent down to pick up the black box from a pile of black ash, while Sea Hunter Stanley had vanished without a trace.

The host is in position; the mission of this "substitute" is utterly complete.

"Yo hehe... Mr. Wack, use the power granted by the Divine Spirit to make this city feel the pain!"

Clang——

The dungeon gate was opened, and the true demon finally stepped out of the temporarily confining prison.

...

The day after slaying the "Demon's Disciple."

The four-man team regrouped, sitting together in a small garden outside the library meant for resting.

Today was the last day of the seven-day deadline. Though the external atmosphere remained tense, the mentality of the few was now slightly relaxed.

After all.

Whether by luck or active searching, the tasks they completed — Hammer Following Mad Demon, White-Faced Dancer, Highly Poisonous Bluebells, Demon's Disciple — unconsciously exceeded the combined progress of others!

Such substantial achievements, even the sternest superior could hardly have more extravagant expectations from them, who were no more than Official Knights!

"Having done what's within our duties, when the sky collapses, there're taller figures to hold it up", this almost summed up their current mindset.

Aside from this, each of them received significant benefits from the forces behind them.

The other three needn't be mentioned for now.

Aiven's instructor, Paul, has subtly hinted to him that after he finishes his short-term training course, an exception might be made for him to open the promotion channel.

Promotion channel?

He has just been promoted to the rank of Major not long ago, and no matter how great an achievement, a double promotion is impossible. Wouldn't this promotion channel be... At this thought, even with Aiven's calm demeanor, his heart couldn't help but race!

Isn't this the very reason he joined the military?

"I feel that this storm will pass soon. Although the abilities of these few 'Killing Ghosts' are extremely dangerous and bizarre, finding their weak points isn't too difficult.

The 'Random Host' should be caught soon.

Oh my, it's been so long since I attended a salon. I wonder if my clothes and jewelry are outdated?"

Delis is very optimistic about the situation.

She even thinks that the so-called 'Box of Dead Souls' and 'Killing Ghosts' are somewhat exaggerated. Although the damage in New Inn Port is not insignificant, it is far from threatening the safety of the entire city. Even if the final "Random Host" successfully evolves into the Great Knight, a single one won't create much of a stir.

Her tone is relaxed enough to start thinking about her attire for the next salon.

"Gentlemen and ladies, don't be too happy just yet; a mere seven 'Killing Ghosts' are not the key issue here!"

Clip... clop... clip... The crisp sound of footsteps could be heard as a tall woman with golden-red hair, exuding both beauty and threads of majesty, walked down the path hidden among the green trees.

"Good day, Your Highness!"

The four quickly stood up, considering that even the highest in rank amongst them, Anthony, was merely the heir to the title of Count, let alone that all four held military ranks, there was no room for any disrespect at this moment.

"No need to feel tense, everyone please sit down."

Liweina was the first to find a chair to sit down, while the four could only gingerly sit beside her.

It was then that they noticed Miss Linda, the aide behind Liweina, whom they had overlooked due to the overwhelming presence of the Princess earlier.

"Thanks to your efforts, before the seven-day deadline arrived, we have dealt with six 'Killing Ghosts'! I want to represent the citizens of New Inn Port to thank you!"

Aiven knows that when leaders speak, they start with compliments, followed by a twist that often means——trouble.

Sure enough, even before the four could respond, Liweina continued:

"First issue, uncertainty represents the largest variable!

This Evil Spirit selects its host through parasitism on living humans.

As long as one is within the area of New Inn Port, unable to resist the power of 'Box of Dead Souls,' anyone could become that ticking time bomb! Furthermore, compared to the first six Evil Spirits with fixed abilities, no one can predict the abilities that this host may possess.

The possessed host could be a Knight, an Extraordinary from strange paths, a cultist, or even a Wizard!"

This statement sent chills through the hearts of the four, even if they have accomplished notable feats, yet as long as they remain in "New Inn Port," how could they possibly remain untouched?

Who knows if that "Parasitic Evil Spirit" has already chosen a host?

Thinking of this, he asked, as this concerns their own lives. Having previously had quite cordial "exchanges" with this Princess, Aiven, in front of the Crown Prince, is the most forthright and asks first:

"Your Highness, it's already been seven days; haven't we confirmed the host's identity yet?"

Liweina looked at Aiven with some deep meaning in her eyes:

"I must disappoint you, we haven't.

Just yesterday evening, we received the latest news that the prison for uncontrollable Extraordinary, guarded by the Crowman Team, was breached by unknown personnel, with all detainees slaughtered.

Most importantly, it's said the scene is extremely bloody, the representatives sent by the academy to check reported that dozens of corpses were mostly turned to mush, and piled together they were indistinguishable.

And among the detainee list happened to be the one you defeated, Wack Wells!"

"At this time? Did the last Killing Ghost do this?" Aiven pursued the matter, not noticing the deep meaning in the Princess' eyes.

"Related, but the true purpose is uncertain."

With a gesture, Assistant Linda solemnly placed a paper file on the table.

"What I mentioned earlier, the 'Random Host' is merely a minor issue. The second issue involves the Kingdom, at least the deep secrets of 'New Inn Port.'"

"Moreover, you won't think the appearance of seven 'Killing Ghosts' is simply for killing, right? A greater crisis has already arrived; even Official Knights are likely to die!

In New Inn Port, no one can remain untouched. Prepare yourselves, warriors! As the Crown Prince and your principal, I sincerely hope that as the elite Navy, you can overcome this crisis with the city!"

After speaking, the busy Liweina left directly without further saying.

Leaving the four who had realized the severity of the situation as they simultaneously turned their gaze towards the intelligence on the table.

"A greater crisis? Has already arrived?!"