The Gentleman at the End-Chapter 734 - 732: Identity, Scene and Fear

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A walnut-like object was juggled between his palms, colliding and generating a mix of noises.

On the surface of his arm, covered with scorch marks, slight movements of muscles and veins could be seen,

In a shabby little hut in the Outer Ring’s moon viewing area, a mysterious figure, radiating a hot corpse aroma, seemed to be performing some kind of divination.

However, when his divination tried to reach the Yin Head in the sky, it was repelled by a force.

Beneath the hood, his face was covered in scorch marks, which were connected by "nodes." These nodes were actually cursed, burnt eyeballs.

Drawn by the rumors of the moon, the mysterious figure who had traveled all the way from Light City was none other than Small Grape. Grep.

After leaving William’s body, he had set off on a journey of fire,

stopping at the lowest end of the Scorch Mark Plain, the

Duke’s Chamber of Commerce,

Eternal Curse Plateau,

and most recently Light City, where he obtained four pieces of Evil Sun Firewood and also awakened all the corpses he encountered along the way, breaking through a special path.

Perhaps due to the lingering consciousness of the Evil Sun within the firewood, Grep’s self-awareness was affected. He no longer saw William as a ’host’ and preferred his current independent body.

His visit this time was also driven by curiosity about the moon.

After all, in the old world, although the Evil Sun overshadowed the silver moon, both bore similarities. Unfortunately, what he saw was not the moon but something else.

Small Grape’s eyes could tell at a glance that the Yin Head’s hair and the Circus Tent were made of the same material, naturally relating everything to the Circus.

Although he wasn’t prepared to meet William yet, since he encountered this incident, Grep accepted it as his destiny, choosing not to leave forcefully but to face this special performance earnestly.

He looked down at the paper and pen just swept over by the ’moonlight’,

and at first glance, Grep didn’t notice anything wrong until he focused his recognition and realized there was nothing there.

"This is not just illusion technique, but also a certain gas released by the False Moon and a dream-like field that work together to create a realistic fantasy effect.

The paper and pen, though not physical, have a better effect; it looks as though it’s written on paper, but it’s actually ’writing’ the identity template directly into the brain.

Is this a new power of Moon Trace Lorrian? By the way, how did Lorrian get mixed up with the circus, or is there someone else behind the creation of this False Moon?

Never mind, let’s construct the identity~ Once I step on the moon, everything will become clear. I wonder how William is managing on his own."

Grep quickly wrote out his own identity card based on the story background and template.

Identity: [Detective]

Ability: [Third Eye]

Situation Summary: Affiliated with Lu Pu City’s Eye Lid Private Detective Agency, he usually takes on various investigative cases. To earn more money, he would also clandestinely handle troublesome matters that local detectives don’t want to investigate and even some supernatural occurrences that defy common logic. Occasionally, driven by humanitarian impulses, he addresses minor issues but regrets not earning money afterwards.

The simple character card was completed,

and after passing the ’moonlight’ scan, a wooden mask mold with a numeric code appeared before Grep.

[71], meaning Grep was the 71st to complete the identity card creation, and his subsequent performance would use this number as his code.

On-site carving

A bizarre corpse bone spur grew directly from the palm of Grep’s hand, and using high-precision vision, he quickly carved a humanoid mask.

The only difference was that a hidden circular switch was designed at the forehead of the wooden mask.

"A regular physical state below the threshold of Open Source is necessary, carrying only a weakened illness ability... But fair enough, the moon viewers present vary greatly in strength, and without some restrictions, Catherine and that Art clown alone could wipe out most people. freewebnøvel_com

Also, Miss Catherine’s floral eyes are quite peculiar; better to avoid contact with her during the performance."

Masked Grep quietly waited for the game to begin,

and many moon viewers were disqualified due to inadequate identity setups, eliminated by a beam of light,

Finally, 781 people qualified for participation, wearing masks according to the rules, facing the Yin Head in the sky,

"Now, please empty your minds and try not to set any barriers in your brains. Listening to my story, you will be formally guided into another [Lu Pu City].

This was an iron jungle permeated with various metallic odors, with streets often littered with sunflower seed shells and cigarette butts, where pedestrians lived like zombies, holding umbrellas, heads hanging low, without any communication.

The rain seemed to pity this city, spending most of its time each day washing away the dust and cleansing the streets.

Due to the oppressive atmosphere, negative emotions accumulated daily, breeding on filthy beds and germinating in dark corners, creating evil thoughts that lingered over the city, even beginning to slowly affect people’s lives and tearing at the so-called ’rules’ of this city.

And your story will begin in this brand-new city of Lu Pu,"

At this point, the voice from Yin Head paused slightly, transitioning from a public speech to a personal, directed conversation.

"Number 71, you will wake up in your rented room! Unbeknownst to you, a client has placed a letter on the desk, and you decide to open it and take a look...

Buzz!

Grep immediately felt a burst of light entering his brain, his body feeling like it was sinking downward, endlessly falling.

Until he heard a ’ding’ sound near his ear, like the sound of a gold coin hitting the floor.

Grep suddenly sat up from his dirty bed, where his jeans and shirt were carelessly thrown at the foot of the bed, with half a bottle of whiskey left on the bedside table, filling the room with a mixed stench of socks, leather shoes, and alcohol.

"Huh?!"

He suddenly got up and went into the bathroom, finding that the mask he had made had turned into a real human face, with a circular scar on the forehead.

Trying to use his plague abilities, he found most of his abilities were blocked. Only the spot on his forehead could emit some light spots, seeming to sprout a third eye.

"How did they manage to suppress even the curse of the Evil Sun~ Is the Plague Master behind the scenes of this performance game? Could that previous gold coin sound have been the Duke?

Since I’ve been suppressed like this, the other performers must be the same.

It seems I mustn’t take the first round of selections before moon landing lightly."

Grep quickly adapted to the body before him and then moved to the living room of the rental.

This area was much cleaner compared to the bedroom since it occasionally received some private clients.

He quickly spotted an entrusted letter placed on the table.

Just as Grep reached out to open the letter, ready to read its contents, his Third Eye, though not opened, still faintly sensed the presence of another person in the room.

Scanning the room and finding nothing, he continued to read.

≮Dear Mr. Detective≯

Since there was no answer to knocking last night, I could not meet you, leaving me to inform you via this letter.

I hope you can come to my residence and help investigate some abnormal situations at home, lately, my family keeps feeling someone is watching us from the corners, and it seems there’s something extra in the house.

Despite hiring professional teams for thorough inspections and having the police check, there were no results.

I hope you can personally come over. If you can resolve this issue, I am willing to pay you triple the market rate.

≮Ferenc Eaton, Romman Street 07 A≯

After reading the entrusted letter, Grep once again felt like something was watching him. Meanwhile, the bathroom in the bedroom suddenly started making water noises.

Folding the entrusted letter neatly and putting it in his pocket, Grep cautiously returned to the bedroom and pushed open the bathroom door.

The faucet was indeed running, but there was nothing else inside.

Just when Grep approached to turn off the faucet and looked up again, he suddenly saw a vague but extremely dangerous black shadow floating behind him in the bathroom mirror.

"Spiritual Vision identification in progress... Would you like to activate ’Third Eye’ to increase the success rate of identification? If identification fails, the Third Eye may be damaged."

A strange voice rang inside Grep’s head,

"Do not activate."

"Identification failed! You saw nothing, too afraid even to look.

Though the black entity did nothing to you, the terrifying taste of the unknown impaired your mind, and you desperately wanted to drink whiskey to cover up the fear inside."

Grep dashed out of the bathroom, grabbed the remaining whiskey on the bedside, and gulped it down.

"Due to the timely intake of whiskey, fear value consumption is halved, current individual fear value remaining—[9.5]."