Beyonder Events

The Alfalfa was a modern ship that used hybrid steam and sails. It had three decks and could accommodate many passengers.

Now, a group of people had gathered at the staircase leading to the upper deck.

Among them were passengers and sailors.

When Sifa and Joyce arrived, they saw a man wearing a standard ship-shaped hat and a coat covered in blood arguing with conviction. In his hand was a brass revolver with a metallic luster.

He was the captain of the Alfalfa, one of the heroes who had saved Sifa and others during the chaos.

The captain had had the foresight to notice that the chaos on the ship was showing signs of worsening and had collected plenty of water and food without batting an eyelid and hoarded them on the lower deck.

"Those lunatics can't hold on any longer. In the absence of water and food, they have reached their limit. But we are different, gentlemen. We have enough energy to complete a fierce battle."

"Now, we have to rush forward. We have to gain control of the Alfalfa. We have to punish those lunatics! Only by doing so will we have a chance of seeing land and returning home!"

The captain tipped his hat with his revolver and swept his gaze across the crowd. He passed Sifa and Joyce and nodded to them.

"Everyone, don't be afraid."

A gentle but courageous voice sounded, and Sifa saw an inconspicuous man with a round, amiable face.

He was about the same age as Sifa, and his amiable bearing showed a hint of bashfulness. He stood firmly beside the captain and spoke with an encouraging tone.

"We're doing the right thing! You should know what these lunatics have done over the past few days."

"They sent bullets and blades into our wives, friends, and even our children!

"They have decapitated the good, restrained, and rational innocent. Today, the poor heads are still hanging from the mast!"

"They are lunatics, criminals, murderers, and villains! Tell me, gentlemen, do you still have any compassion for such people?"

The people panted heavily, their eyes red as they growled like wild beasts, "No, they all deserve to die!"

Sifa was rather agreeable. He felt his blood vessels swell, and he yearned to rush forward and kill all those lunatics.

"Tell me, do you wish to forgive them?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Sifa blurted out, "Fight! Kill all these lunatics!"

[Idiots! A bunch of idiots!]

Suddenly, Sifa seemed to hear someone speak. She retracted her excited emotions and looked around suspiciously.

There was no one suspicious.

However, he discovered that the people around him were in a strange state of excitement. Their pupils were slightly dilated, and their fingers were trembling in excitement. Their breathing was heavy, and their eyes were filled with madness.

They were like a bunch of wild beasts!

Sifa shivered. I should've been like them just now.

Why?

Everyone seemed to have lost their rationality. How was this any different from the lunatics above?

Wait.

This world had Beyonder powers. Could it be that some Beyonder factor influenced this strange emotion?

One of us is a Beyonder?

At this moment, the captain roared in a deep voice, "Then what are we waiting for? Follow me. Let's punish those lunatics!"

He held his revolver and was the first to rush up the stairs.

The men, including Joyce, roared from their throats, glared with bloodshot eyes, and followed the captain with the weapons they could get.

In the crowd, Tris suddenly stopped and looked back.

Sensing his gaze, Sifa looked up and saw that the round-faced boy was equally excited. However, he restrained himself and asked, "Mr. Sifa, aren't you coming with me?"

"How is that possible!"

Sifa controlled the muscles on his face and tried hard to widen his eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth and looked crazy.

"I wish I could kill all those sons of b*tches!"

He rushed past Tris.

I can't let anyone suspect that if there really are Beyonders among us and that he was the one who caused this disaster, I have to be even more careful. I keep telling myself to be cautious as I follow in the footsteps of others.

Before he could rush up the stairs, he heard gunshots, roars, and screams from above.

The battle had already begun.

Sifa crouched low and walked along the walls of the cabin. With the wooden crates scattered on the deck as cover, he carefully avoided any stray bullets that might appear at any moment.

After confirming that no one was watching, he quietly entered the cabin and found a lantern on the spacious carpeted aisle.

Sifa lit the lantern, and he saw that the carpet and walls were covered in solidified dark red blood stains using the dim yellow light.

He didn't participate in the battle. Instead, he went deep into the hold and found a second-class cabin to enter.

After closing the door and setting the lantern on the round table beside him, Sifa sat down.

"This is crazy."

Sifa held his forehead with his hand. "We can't panic. We have to carefully consider countermeasures and prepare for the worst."

The worst-case scenario was the madness and chaos that affected the entire ship due to intangible factors. It was a man-made disaster!

"Kill them all!"

"Wouldn't it be safer to kill everyone except us!"

[We can break their heads, smash their brains, tear their bodies apart, dig out their internal organs, and rip out their intestines. Hahaha, isn't this a happy thing?]

[So what are you waiting for? Get moving, Lee Zexi!]

"

Under the dim yellow light, the corners of Sifa's mouth curled up bit by bit. The light shone up from below, leaving mottled shadows on his face.

He wiped his forehead with his hand, and the corners of his mouth returned to normal. He said in a voice that only he could hear, "As a normal person who has been educated, I will not join the ranks of lunatics, regardless of which side it is."

"However, it's unrealistic to stop them. I'm just an ordinary person. To rashly resist an incident suspected to involve supernatural factors is simply courting death."

"So I could only pretend I knew nothing and try to protect myself until I got off the ship."

Suddenly.

Sifa's expression froze.

At the end of his vision, a swath of dark red flowed silently in the lantern's light.

His actions stiffened as he lifted his head bit by bit. He shifted his gaze forward and saw an unlatched wooden door.

Behind the door was the bedroom. Through the crack in the door, dark red blood slowly gushed out from the bedroom.

They spread across the floor, assaulted the carpet, and tried to extend toward Sifa.

Heh, heh…

There was a strange sound coming from the bedroom. It was very faint and didn't sound like a human's.

Sifa looked at the crack in the door and felt the thick malice flowing through the darkness.

He stood up quietly without daring to make a sound.

He gripped his revolver, raised the lantern, and stepped back.

Sifa held back her curiosity and suppressed her urge to push open the unlatched door, worried that it would trigger some latent danger.

He silently left the room and returned to the aisle of the cabin. Only when he closed the door did Sifa heave a sigh of relief.

But before he could relax, someone called out from the depths of the aisle, "Young Master Sifa, is that you?"

Sifa, who was already nervous, was jolted when he heard this. He quickly raised his lantern, wanting to see more and go further.

Unfortunately, the distance of the light was limited, and Sifa could only see that, not far ahead, someone was standing in the darkness.

The man was also carrying a lantern, but he casually held it in his hand and placed it by his feet. It illuminated the ground nearby, but his upper body was hidden in the darkness.

He suddenly raised the lantern, and a relatively deep outline appeared in the light.

On this face, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing eight teeth with a stiff smile.

"Jack?"

Sifa yelled out his name.

This was his valet.

During the trip to Enmat Harbor, his father had arranged for him to be a valet responsible for living. He had also arranged for a bodyguard to be in charge of protecting him.

During the killings, the bodyguards had already sacrificed their lives, and the valet was taken away by the lunatics.

Sifa thought his servant had been killed, but he was still alive, to his surprise.

Except…

This state looks pretty abnormal!

"It's me."

Jack maintained his stiff and strange smile. "Young Master Sifa, please follow me. I know a safe place."

Not only did Sifa not step forward, she even retreated. "I'm not going anywhere, Jack."

"Young Master is as willful as always."

"Always unwilling to heed the advice, always confident in yourself, always believing yourself to be infallible."

Jack spoke quickly and anxiously, but the smile on his face kept changing. It made Sifa's hair stand and his scalp tingle.

"Don't you know that you're very annoying? You're a jerk, Sifa Disrelli! Scum! Bastard! Scum!"

"Ever since the day you defiled her, do you know how much I wanted to kill you? No, killing you would be letting you off too lightly!"

"I'll chop you up, feed your flesh to the fish, and throw your bones to the hungry dogs. Damn you, you deserve to die!

Of course, Sifa knew who she was. She was a maidservant who had been harmed by "him."

From this matter, I also feel that your young master isn't a good person. But that has nothing to do with me. Thinking of how I have to clean up the mess that the original Sifa left behind, I feel like laughing bitterly.

Suddenly, Jack raised his other hand.

In that hand was a revolver.

Bang!

Jack's head jerked back, and amidst the echoing gunfire in the corridor, his forehead cracked open as blood and bone fragments flew everywhere.

Only when he saw smoke billow out of the revolver's barrel did Sifa realize that he had killed the valet!

His body moved faster than his brain, and he died in one shot. Was the original Sifa's shooting skills that good?

There was something about the degenerate noble he could take from the west. He gave a self-deprecating laugh and suddenly noticed something from the corner of his eye.

He saw a cold white light flash behind Jack, tearing through the air and pointing at him.

There was someone behind the valet!