Blindness

"Doctor, it seems there's something wrong with my emotions."
"There's a clown in the West City circus who can make everyone laugh. I think he can certainly help you."
"But Doctor... I am that clown."
"..."
......
Waking up in a strange room,
Leonard Churchill finds himself lying next to a stunning woman.
Assuming good fortune has come knocking,
but the eerie part is, she's a corpse without any heartbeat or breath.
Just when he thinks he's been roped into a bizarre murder scene,
After a closer inspection,
He realizes,
Shockingly, she isn't human!
This is a fantastical world after the Great Catastrophe, under the fog-covered land lies countless Underground Cities left by the ancients.
A Treasure Hunter wearing a clown mask travels alone in the dark.
He is Joker Leonard Churchill, the Catastrophe King!
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Catastrophe Card King

William walked over, leaning casually yet gentlemanly against the bar and tossed a gold coin with a flourish, "Two glasses of Gimlim."


The amount he gave far exceeded the price of the drinks—it included a generous tip for the bartender as well as an extra fee for cutting the line.


This was the way young gentlemen often flaunted their wealth and manners.


The bartender took the money and quickly served up the two glasses of drinks.


Then, he raised his glass and with a tone as if talking to an old acquaintance, he asked, "Oh, Captain Johnson, what a coincidence to meet you here again."


Sophia had her own drink, so she didn't touch the Gimlim, lifting her drink instead and responding politely with a "Hmm."


She wasn't wearing her helmet because she was drinking.


Her hair was carelessly tied up, and a coarse linen shawl was wrapped around her neck, covering most of her face.


Chapter 487: Elder Clinton, Archbishop, Black Coffin