Chapter 259: The Reemergence of the War God KuroAka

Piles of shattered rubble formed small hills, a scene of devastation and ruins that appeared even more desolate under the night sky. However, upon closer inspection, one could still discern that this place had once been a school. Broken staircases, collapsed walls, and moss-covered, shattered desks scattered among the debris whispered remnants of the past.

Yet, at this moment, within the ruins, a shadow was digging.

The figure moved with extreme caution, as if conducting an archaeological excavation. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he muttered under his breath, "Damn it, that pressure just now was overwhelming. For a moment, I thought I was going to be crushed to death..."

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, allowing the cold moonlight to pour down, fully revealing the shadow's form—it was Watcher 26!

That small, timid-looking man, who was always seen with a hint of cowardice, now stood alone amidst the wreckage.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and cautiously scanned his surroundings. After confirming that there was no immediate danger, he crouched down again, gritting his teeth as he continued searching through the rubble.

He had been at this for quite some time, evidenced by the growing pile of excavated debris beside him. It was clear he was looking for something important, though his progress was slow.

"Seriously? Was it really necessary to start a war in Gabrielle?!" he grumbled under his breath, increasing the speed of his hands, his expression dark as if he were about to grind his teeth to dust.

"On one side, we have those secretive Watchers, and on the other, my homeland… Are both sides out of their damn minds?!"

His hands, now covered in dust, bore the marks of his relentless effort. His fingertips were worn raw, the blood seeping into the gravel. Yet, he did not stop—he knew all too well that if he failed to retrieve what he sought, his future would be even bleaker than this wasteland.

For an ability user, this kind of manual labor was sheer torment.

Watcher 26 swallowed his frustration and took a deep breath before continuing his relentless digging. That item must still be here!

The night was eerily silent. A cold wind swept through the ruins, lifting a thin layer of dust into the air.

As Watcher 26 remained focused on his task, he suddenly sensed movement behind him. Instantly, his nerves tensed, his hands instinctively gripping the weapon at his waist. His gaze turned sharp, ready to react to any potential ambush.

But when he finally saw the approaching figures clearly, his tension transformed into sheer shock.

"Lord Rinro?! Lord Braque?!"

Watcher 26… had just addressed Rinro, a member of the Crimson faction, with the honorific 'Lord'?!

What did this imply? It meant that Watcher 26 was a traitor!

The Watcher system was vast, with members of unpredictable allegiances, and yet, Watcher 26 had secretly pledged loyalty to this Crimson faction member, Rinro?

Rinro's gaze remained steady, his voice devoid of emotion as he asked, "Have you found it yet, Zoey?"

Watcher 26—Zoey—hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered nervously, "Almost! I remember it should be right around here!"

The mustached man beside Rinro, Braque, appeared impatient. With his hands shoved in his suit pockets, he cast a cold glance at the pile of debris Zoey had unearthed and said with displeasure, "Hurry up. How long have you been at this? If other organizations catch wind of this, we'll be in for another battle."

Zoey nodded vigorously, clenched his teeth, and continued digging.

Thus, while one man toiled away, the other two stood with their arms crossed, watching him work tirelessly—like supervisors overseeing a cheap laborer.

The night grew colder, and Zoey's hands, already torn and bloodied from the rough stones, continued to scrape at the earth. Blood mixed with dirt seeped into the crevices of his fingers, yet he dared not stop.

Finally, the gravel shifted, revealing a damaged small box.

In that instant, the expressions of all three men changed!

Their eyes lit up, filled with a feverish excitement, their greed so intense that they nearly drooled at the sight of it.

Braque swallowed hard, his gaze brimming with desire. His voice trembled with impatience as he demanded, "Quick! Give it to me!"

Zoey hesitated, clearly reluctant to part with his hard-earned find, but still handed over the "fruit of his blood and sweat" to Braque.

Braque's hands trembled as he clutched the box, as though holding the future of the world itself.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers quivered with excitement and reverence as he carefully reached out—

And lifted the lid.

BOOM!!!!

—In that moment, the world changed!

From within the box, a single drop of Braque-crimson blood erupted with an incomparably terrifying pressure!

The air solidified instantly, as if the entire world were being crushed beneath the force of this single drop of blood! Space itself cracked and trembled, the void wailing in agony, and the earth beneath them groaned as if on the verge of collapse!

Zoey, Rinro, and Braque all shuddered violently, their faces twisting in horror. A sickening sweetness surged up their throats, and they spat out large mouthfuls of blood!

This pressure… it wasn't just the power of blood—it was as if a monstrous entity's shadow was peering into the world from within the box!

Rinro's face turned ghastly pale, sweat pouring down as he clutched his chest, gasping for breath. His eyes filled with terror as he roared, "Close the box, Braque!!!"

Braque's pupils contracted sharply, his entire body trembling as if jolted awake from a nightmare. He frantically reached out—

Snap!

The box shut tight, and in an instant, the oppressive force vanished. The horrifying presence that had engulfed the surroundings dissipated as if it had never existed, leaving behind only the suffocating remnants of its pressure in the air.

Braque stood frozen, his pupils trembling. Then, after a brief moment of eerie silence, his lips twitched before suddenly breaking into a frenzied grin.

"Hahahahahahaha—!"

His laughter was wild, deranged, completely devoid of reason!

His hands trembled violently as he pressed them against the box, his eyes filled with uncontainable joy and greed. His lips quivered as he muttered, "At last… At last…!!"

His voice grew increasingly twisted, his emotions boiling over into uncontrollable madness. Finally, he let out a soul-piercing roar—

"At last!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

His shrieking howl tore through the silent night as he laughed maniacally, his eyes bloodshot, his entire being consumed by insanity.

"The blood of the War God KuroAka!!!!!!!!!!!"