CHAPTER 729: RAIN

“I’m leaving.”

On the fifteenth floor of the Silent Spiral, Igor, his body wrapped in bandages, heard Raven’s words, but there was little surprise on his face. He lay half-reclined against a pile of miscellaneous items on the carpet. His soft blond hair had been tied up by Gwen, exposing the back of his neck as smooth as white silk. His upper body, muscular and slender, was bare, and his lower body was casually wrapped with a curtain. Coupled with the wounds all over him, as he put it himself, “It’s just like a doll that’s been played to pieces yet still has to keep receiving customers.”

Gwen was holding a small knife, scraping away the charred, rotten flesh on Igor’s body caused by the Thunder-Water Arrow Rain, slice by slice, then regenerating the flesh with the aid of hydrotherapy spirits. She had to be extremely careful, as the Con Artist could not afford to lose any more blood. His face was as pale as paper, yet he endured this near-lingchi torture with remarkable composure-a mental sorcerer was most adept at severing their own sense of pain.

Many believed that the main use of the Mental Sect was to deceive others, but in truth, mental spellcasting was more often used to deceive oneself. To trick oneself into feeling no pain, into not caring. If one lied to themselves long enough and deep enough, it was as if they could truly become accustomed to loss and parting.

The Con Artist’s lips moved slightly, as if many words were brewing in his throat, but in the end, they became a single question:

“Leaving now?”

Raven stood up, still wrapped in his cloak and wearing his Mask. Though he had just experienced a Sanctuary-level battle, to him, it was nothing more than some torn clothing and a stronger scent of blood on his body. Compared to Igor, his injuries were no lighter, but in his career as a warrior, these wounds didn’t even make the top five.

He couldn’t use spirits to heal himself, but Raven had always been adept at treating his own injuries. He could staunch bleeding with muscle, set bones by hand, even stitch up damaged organs outside his body with needle and thread… Unlike Igor, Raven was very easy to care for; not only could he heal himself, but he also remained completely silent throughout the process.

As if he truly could get used to pain.

“Yes. I can move again, and with my mental arts, the Four Pillars Cult on the surface won’t discover me.”

“Why so urgent?” Gwen was a bit surprised. “And Mr. Tamashi, where are you going?”

“To find Tanomoo.”

Raven answered calmly, “I was the one who let her go. Catching her is my responsibility. With every second of her freedom, the threat to innocents grows. Perhaps someone has already suffered because of her.”

“I do not regret letting her go. I am willing to bear all the consequences. When she left the Silent Spiral alive and regained her freedom, it meant I officially started my punishment-this time, not for revenge, not for justice, but because this is my sin. Only with Tanomoo’s blood can my soul return to freedom.”

Igor suddenly let out a cold laugh. “You make me feel so guilty, Mr. Warrior. It’s all my fault for dragging you down. Otherwise, that wicked Mercury Trojan Horse would have been slain by you on the spot.”

“No,” Raven said, “I don’t mean to blame you.”

“But because you saved me, you feel guilty, talking about punishment and consequences. Doesn’t that mean saving me was a crime?” Igor said lazily. “Ah, I feel so guilty too. Wait a bit, I’ll go with you to hunt down the Mercury Trojan Horse!”

“Fine, if you really feel guilty,” Raven said. “You’d make a good White Crow.”

The Con Artist slowly let his exaggerated smile fade, stared at Raven for a long moment, and replied expressionlessly, “I’m not a disciple of the Raven Annihilation.”

“You don’t feel guilty either,” Raven said.

“And you don’t need to feel guilty,” Igor said. “Eradicating the Mercury Trojan Horse is the responsibility of the Qinyi Alliance, of sorcerers. It’s just not your responsibility as an ordinary person. You have no cult, no followers, nothing you need to protect. No matter how much harm the Mercury Trojan Horse causes, it has nothing to do with you. The higher your status, the greater your responsibility. But you, you’re a crow as humble as dust-there is no need to feel guilty for failing to protect world peace. If you said so aloud, it would only make people laugh.”

“I can’t out-talk you,” Raven said, “but I know what I have to do.”

“Are you really willing?” Igor said. “You could leave Senlo with us, start a new life in a new Kingdom, never again having to struggle for survival or be entangled in hatred. You could have many friends, a new home, even rebuild your Raven Annihilation… You’re just one step away from the future, yet you insist on being trapped in the past?”

“I’m not willing,” Raven replied, “but I can’t let go.”

“Though we’re parting, it’s not forever. Once I’ve killed Tanomoo, I’ll seek you out; or maybe, once you’ve settled down, you can come back to Senlo to find me. Our future holds countless possibilities. As long as there’s a chance, we’ll meet again.”

“When Ashe hoped I would leave with him, I was truly happy.” Raven lowered his head, staring at his own palm. “Seeing you all come to save me, I was so happy I wanted to jump for joy. I know I’ve let you down. After all your hardships to find me, I ended up leaving on my own.”

“I don’t dare hope for your forgiveness, but…”

Raven looked at Igor and Gwen, spreading his hands. “That’s just how we of the Raven Annihilation are. But even if ninety-nine percent of it is my fault, is it not at least one percent your fault, for taking me as a friend?”

Gwen and Igor were both stunned for a moment.

Then the Con Artist grabbed a copper wine bottle and threw it directly at him. “Learning nothing good, but you’ve picked up all of Ashe’s faults.”

“I quite like that trait,” Raven caught the copper wine bottle and said softly. “Don’t look for reasons in yourself when something happens-blame others first. Please help me apologize to the others. For all the trouble I’ve caused you these days, I’m truly sorry.”

“Are you not waiting for Mr. Ashe to return?” Gwen asked.

“If I wait for him, I might truly be unable to leave.” Raven shook his head, turned, and left. “I spent quite a bit of time just to make up my mind.”

“And the longer we delay, the deeper Tanomoo will hide. The sooner we catch up, the more likely we are to catch her.”

Gwen signaled to Igor, suggesting the Con Artist should persuade Raven to stay. If they could stall until Ashe returned, or if Igor could appeal to Raven’s emotions and reason, they might sway Raven’s resolve, making him abandon the pursuit of Mercury Trojan Horse and join them in the pursuit of a life of indulgence.

However, Igor merely watched Raven’s departing figure and sighed softly.

The Con Artist knew it was impossible to persuade Raven. In the final decision, Raven had defied his faith, sparing Mercury Trojan Horse to save Igor, indicating that Raven had already embarked on his own path. He was redefining what ‘Raven Annihilation’ meant with his life, rather than blindly following it as he had before.

When faith becomes a shackle, its demise is only a matter of time.

But he was merely redefining his faith, not abandoning it entirely. Thus, he must continue to pursue Mercury Trojan Horse to achieve inner peace, and he would never forsake his convictions for the sake of living.

Faith is the discovery of divinity within humanity.

“Perhaps,” Igor murmured, “not all fish are meant to live in the same sea…”

Gwen asked, “Mr. Igor, do you really not care about Mr. Tamashi leaving?”

How could he care? He needed him as a friend before because he was useful. Now that he’s pursuing Mercury Trojan Horse, he has no use, and naturally, he’s no longer a friend…

Igor coughed, feeling a sour discomfort in his stomach. He called out softly, “Raven.”

“Huh?” Raven turned his head at the Fog Gate.

“Next time.” Igor patted Gwen’s shoulder, signaling to wave together.

Raven paused, then waved back vigorously, “Next time-“

Boom!

Suddenly, the world shook violently, and the hall seemed on the verge of collapse!

Gwen immediately lunged at Igor, spreading her Twin Wings to try and lift the Con Artist, but at that moment, the hall suddenly split open with a massive crack, and no matter how Gwen tried to fly, she couldn’t rise. Instead, she seemed to be caught in an invisible torrent, instantly swept into the crack!

As Gwen fell into the crack, Igor dragged his crippled body over, grabbing Gwen’s wrist at the edge, preventing her from falling!

He also spread his virtual wings, trying to use atmospheric pressure to pull Gwen up, but Gwen seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard Igor tried, he couldn’t lift her an inch!

“Raven!-” Igor shouted angrily, “Come help me!”

He turned his head, only to see that Raven’s previous position was right at the center of the crack. The terrifying and bizarre Raven Annihilation warrior was nowhere to be seen.

The Con Artist’s mind went numb. He had thought Ouneva was the greatest crisis of this adventure, but then they encountered Mercury Trojan Horse leading the Black Feather Guard; after temporarily defeating this grave threat, Silent Spiral suddenly caused the earth to shatter.

Were they the unluckiest people in all of Senlo?

However, Igor looked up and saw countless people even more unfortunate than them falling.

Four Pillars sorcerers, alliance sorcerers, battle sorcerers, healing sorcerers, logistics, archers, messengers, engineers… Thousands of Senlo people continuously fell from the crack above, into the crack below. These people spread virtual wings, drove spirits, performed Miracles, using all their abilities to resist this inevitable fate, but ultimately could only merge like a drop of water into water, flowing into Silent Spiral.

People fell like rain.

Igor watched this scene, his fingernails almost embedding into Gwen’s wrist. Gwen endured the pain, silently gripping Igor’s wrist in return.

In the eighteenth layer of Silent Spiral, the severely injured Ashe opened his eyes, finding himself held by Silver Lantern. Instinctively, he cast Joy Sword on himself, memories quickly resurfacing, and he grabbed Silver Lantern’s shoulder, whispering, “Silver Lantern, Vichy is-“

Ashe fell silent.

Because Silver Lantern paid him no mind.

And as he followed Silver Lantern’s gaze to the sky, he too was stunned by the sight.

A massive crack tearing the sky, continuously pouring down human rain. From afar, people were condensed into black dots, like a swarm of garbage falling down.

And their destination was also a crack, but a very thin one. Ashe turned his head, seeing a finger-width crack on the ground, like a groove in the earth.

Such a thin crack, naturally, people couldn’t fit through. So what squeezed through was no longer human.

Those falling were already starting to melt in mid-air. Their arms, legs, bodies, heads, everything melted into water, forming a curtain of water, precisely and cruelly flowing into the thin crack.

Ashe heard no screams, only the sound of rushing water.

“What’s below…?” Ashe asked blankly.

This was already the eighteenth layer of Silent Spiral, the lowest level Senlo sorcerers could reach. In theory, there was nothing below.

“It’s a destination, a homeland, death, darkness.” Vichy closed his notebook, closely watching the still silent deities, and explained:

“It’s also the Virtual Realm.”