Chapter 121 The Cycle (Part 3)

On the small cast-iron balcony of the obelisk, there was a smell of dried leaves and sulfur mixed together, and the gray area was littered with garbage that could not be cleaned up. White remained as calm as ever.

The third and fourth floors are offices with high-ranking positions, and the fifth floor is the meeting hall.

White walked around the council chamber, but found nothing amiss, so he went down to the second floor and entered the storage room where miscellaneous goods were stored.

There was an oil painting in the storage room, backed by a gaudy, colorful mirror. Looking at the figure in the painting, one could feel a chill run down one's spine. It was clearly a faceless creature, yet it possessed the gaze of a hypocritical mocker.

He was laughing loudly at White, as if you could hear strange noises.

Given White's personal courage, he wouldn't have stayed a second longer and quickly locked the door.

Then he returned to the small cast-iron balcony of the obelisk and, through the rows of trees he often saw in his dreams, saw the couple appearing hand in hand under the trees. However, they did nothing today, and the ominous signs of red and purple grew stronger.

In an instant, the glass behind him shattered, and it seemed to be empty inside. He couldn't see what had broken it; there was only complete darkness facing White.

At this moment, rows of trees outside were also knocked down, and dust was swirling all over the ground like spinning tops. Amidst the flying debris, the couple's cries of pain could be heard.

White wasn't surprised, because he already knew this wasn't reality; he had come to the obelisk to find a way to break the curse.

When the wind stopped, something strange appeared. White wasn't sure what it was at first, but later, thinking back, it looked a lot like the evil creature he had seen before.

This is a blasphemous creature, with tentacles that grow outwards, and its horror is no less than that of the faceless man in an oil painting.

The leader was a mummy, his thin face as still as a pharaoh's, with a halo hanging above his head, making him look like a holy figure with a halo. His eyes darted around, filled with the satisfaction of killing.

A group of ghostly creatures were looking for food under the tree, and after they finished eating, they left.

After they left, White jumped off the balcony and went down to the tree.

But the ending was not what he expected. He thought he would find the couple's corpses under the tree, but instead he saw a demonic baby sucking on a straw.

The guy held one end of the straw and sucked hard. The head at the other end quickly shriveled up. After he sucked out the last drop, he pushed the straw away with his tongue and looked into White's eyes.

None of the things before were scary, but this one made White see hell.

White had no time to linger at the obelisk; he wanted to forget everything he had just seen so that he wouldn't even notice when he bumped into another mouth smacking its lips.

He was quickly swallowed into his esophagus by the large mouth.

The alarm clock rang; this was the fourth day of the same routine.

White tore off a few pieces of bread with his blood-stained hands, ate a few bites, and went out.

As soon as I stepped outside, I heard some bad news: two young agents had gone missing last night.

White had no idea what had happened last night and decided to try his luck at Ryan's place anyway.

Ryan was waiting for someone at the security checkpoint on the west side of the ring road when he saw White and asked, "White, why did you lie yesterday?"

White lacked the talent for pretense and frankly stated, "I didn't lie."

"The investigators said they hadn't gone inside the mirror, and that they already knew where the secret document was hidden."

"Oh, it's hidden there?" This time, White followed up with another question from Ryan.

As soon as White finished speaking, two agents stepped out from behind Ryan: Mia and Aisha.

“Hidden in the obelisk,” Renn replied.

White gave a stiff, uneasy smile; the mere mention of it now brought back vivid memories of last night's nightmare.

After saying goodbye to Ryan, White went to the pub. For many years, he had maintained the good habit of not drinking, but today he was going to drink it.

After finishing the bottle, he lingered on stage until evening, feeling much better!

Just then, several logistics team members were talking animatedly in the tavern about the couple who had disappeared the previous night.

The guy with the cigarette dangling from his lips chuckled and said, "It must be a ghost. I heard it's like those two high-ranking officials who disappeared a couple of years ago—their brains were eaten."

Another squinting man said slowly, "Haven't we found the body yet?"

The guy in front said, "You know how the Alliance operates. Even if they find it, they'll tell you they haven't. Have you heard of those four investigators in charge of the Irenshere case? They're the ones who found the body."

White's head was spinning, and he even started vomiting while hugging the table leg.

No matter where he went, it was as if they were always following behind him; he had lost count of how many times he had run into these two people.

"Are you alright, sir? You don't look well."

A petite, slender woman with a rosy complexion appeared before me, patting my back and showering me with enthusiasm.

Based on past experience, White knew in his heart that this was all an act, just the beginning of a fake pattern.

Sure enough, before he could answer, he vaguely sensed two more people approaching from behind.

One was a middle-aged man with dark skin and eyelashes, and the other was a hunchbacked orc.

The two guys each lifted White up by one wrist.

“Come with us, Mr. White.”

What did I do wrong?

"Don't ask so many questions, just come with us and you'll find out."

What if I don't want to?

"Then don't blame us for being impolite."

The people in the pub acted as if nothing had happened; the singers continued to sing, and the dancers continued to dance. Occasionally, a few people would come on stage to do a stand-up comedy routine. Taking advantage of this opportunity, White grabbed a glass from the table and randomly slapped someone in the face.

"Don't let the murderer get away!"

You heard me right, someone is shouting to catch the murderer, and they're definitely referring to him.

There were dozens of equally strong men in the tavern, and they all pounced on him as if whoever caught him would receive a huge bounty.

With nowhere to run, they were cornered and dared not look up.

The hunchbacked orc loudly announced that the murderer had been caught and took White away.

As White stepped out of the tavern, he heard screams coming from the direction of the obelisk. The entire fortress changed as a result, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air, like a rampaging wild beast.

But judging from the hunchbacked orc's attitude, he seemed indifferent to the screams, or perhaps only White was able to hear them.

"Can't you hear me?" White asked.

"Of course I can hear it. Many people are talking about you."

That's not what I was talking about.

"I only care about this: someone saw you attack those two couples last night."

"That's probably a misunderstanding, because you can't see anything else at all."

"Oh? Tell me then, what special abilities do you have?"

"I am cursed by some force. The evil creatures that killed the couple are the ones who killed me, but only I can see the evil creatures."

"Isn't that evil creature you? Okay, who did you call here? Irencel, well, not long ago, he stole the intelligence group's classified documents and killed Richie, but we let him get away. Everyone knows what kind of relationship you have with Irencel. Needless to say, those who befriend the devil are devils themselves."

White had no intention of running away. When he saw the ominous burning red cloud in the sky, he knew that this day was about to begin again.

"Fine, I take back what I said earlier. I did kill him. So what do you want to do with me?"

"Lock him in the dungeon and await trial."

"If only they could lock me up somewhere they couldn't find me, that would be wonderful."

"The Alliance's dungeons are quite sturdy, so you can rest assured about that."

The red aura grew larger and larger, and White caused a commotion so great that even the slightest disturbance could awaken the demon. He shouted at the red light, "Come on! Either save me or eat me!"

A startling shadow overlapped with the trees, and also matched the menacing, malevolent creature, staring silently.

With such a huge shadow, how could they not see it?

White's expression changed drastically, and he used his broad shoulders to remind the orcs escorting the suspect.

But just as previously suspected, this thing could only be seen by White. He suffered an unprecedented psychological blow and his soul was also greatly damaged. This blow was obviously more painful than the previous torment. He wished he could perish together with the monster, at least that way he could get rid of the curse.

There wasn't a breath of wind, yet the leaves on the trees rustled. A few minutes later, the surroundings became eerily quiet again, as if something had come closer.

Suddenly, a whirlwind swept across the flat ground, and a wave of heat swept down from the sky, bending the tree trunks and whipping them wildly. Then came a deathly silence, even more terrifying than the previous silence.

White's gaze left the barrier, his body seemed to float into the sky, and finally he fell down with a heavy force, waking up.

Another day, repeating itself.