A Pillow Just When He Needed One

Under the cover of night, the Beastfolk army silently approached Moonwhite Shoal.

"Attention everyone, once you reach the designated location, remain in place and await further instructions."

The operations commander's orders echoed in the minds of the regular army soldiers.

Beneath the soldiers' hair, tiny Insect Hive Threads clung to their scalps.

This unique communication method of the Insect Race Hive-Nest Species was cleverly utilized by the Beastfolk, becoming an important channel for their information transmission.

Unlike other races that use Psychic Energy fluctuations to transmit information, this is a communication device.

This communication method not only ignores the Psychic Energy disturbances in the battlefield environment, but also offers excellent security.

The only two drawbacks are the complicated production process, which leads to low production capacity.

And if soldiers are forcibly implanted, they will most likely die from bodily rejection.

Therefore, the Beastfolk and Insect Race remained peaceful for decades, and the Insect Hive communication network only barely covered a portion of the Orc army in various Beastfolk territories.

However, the convenience that this communication network brings to military command is obvious.

The garrison troops only reached the riverbank when all the regular troops that had surrounded Moonwhite Shoal from the rear had arrived at their designated ambush points.

At the current pace, it will take until at least the latter half of the night to completely block the river.

Naturally, the regular army soldiers also had to hide in the grass until late at night.

A thin mist began to spread through the mountains, gradually enveloping the soldiers who were either lying prone in the grass or hidden in the treetops.

Wisps of mist began to enter the bodies of these Beastfolk through their respiratory tracts.

Instantly, these soldiers felt a strange, slight unease rising within them.

This feeling didn't last long; it disappeared almost immediately.

Everyone's attention was focused on the distant Moonwhite Shoal.

Therefore, no one will care about the fleeting feeling of irritation.

This sense of unease could cost them their lives when war breaks out.

Inside an underground mine in Moonwhite Shoal.

"Click click click..."

Fine cracking, healing, and friction sounds rose and fell.

The darkness of the mine made it impossible to see what was happening; only the faintly visible Kagune moving through it indicated the identities of the figures within.

Shisui's body was now absorbing energy without reservation.

Most of this surging energy originates from the Flesh Crystals.

It was Energy Crystals formed after he refined it; even if he absorbed a large amount, it would not harm his body.

With ample energy, the evolution and iteration of Rc Cells began to accelerate dramatically.

Older cells will also automatically die off to make room and return some energy.

During this process, brain cells also need to be renewed.

However, the brain is, after all, the most sophisticated organ of intelligent beings.

The replacement process will be much slower, and you'll need to Shisui most of your attention on it to ensure no mistakes are made.

Therefore, Shisui is currently unable to easily control his body movements.

However, he still discovered the Beastfolk army.

After all, Feather Powder was scattered all over the mountains and around the mine, and the Beastfolk would inevitably pass through here if they wanted to surround Moonwhite Shoal.

It would be difficult for him not to find out.

Isn't this a coincidence? It's like a pillow being delivered to someone who's just fallen asleep.

With that thought in mind, Shisui allocated a portion of his energy, and the area covered by the Feather Powder began to slowly expand.

The Feather Powder was contaminated with the toxins of [Bone-Deep Rot].

Once inside a living organism, the toxin will begin to act as a command, making the organism agitated and bloodthirsty.

This would completely disrupt the previously orderly battle, leaving it in utter chaos.

Creatures that inhale Feather Powder will uncontrollably kill each other under the influence of the toxins.

The casualty figures will continue to snowball.

Those who die on the battlefield will have their flesh and souls transformed into Flesh Crystals.

It became the nourishment for his Shisui, fueling his continuous growth in strength.

Under the cover of night, the central avenue of Moonwhite Shoal was deserted and silent.

In a building next to the main road, an elderly man woke up in the middle of the night, got up to turn on the light, and then went to the toilet.

It's generally true that older people need less sleep; the elderly person returned from the toilet to find that they had insomnia again.

He sighed, then went to his study and took out the account books to look at them.

The accounts clearly recorded the rent payments of the other households in the building, as well as the income from his fruit stand on the first floor.

Clearly, he is the owner of this building.

However, the densely packed numbers in the ledger revealed something amiss.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that this four-story building housed no fewer than twenty families.

There are more than fifty people with scattered rent payment records.

That's right, rent here is even calculated based on the number of people living there.

This is why the elderly can receive a considerable amount of rent each month.

This meant that even if the small fruit stand he impulsively opened downstairs didn't generate enough income, it didn't matter.

After a moment, he checked the ledger again.

The recent increase in visitors has brought him considerable income, which has made the old man particularly happy.

"Ha--"

Checking accounts is indeed a very mentally taxing task. The old man yawned as soon as he closed the account book.

He got up and left the study, intending to go back to his room and continue sleeping before dawn.

Just before he lay down, something unexpected happened!

"Boom--!"

The sudden explosion seemed to sound the clarion call of war, and the stench of blood immediately filled the air.

The old man was filled with doubt and surprise. He looked out the window and saw flames shooting into the sky.

Shouts of battle, cries of agony, and explosions mingled together, leaving the old man momentarily stunned.

The next moment, he belatedly realized that he needed to pack his things and run away.

"Boom--!"

In the distance, a building on the outskirts of the city suddenly collapsed, startling the old man into quickening his pace.

He quickly packed his valuables and immediately left home.

At this moment, the explosion had awakened the entire Moonwhite Shoal, and many people left their homes, rushing hurriedly towards the port.

The old man walked downstairs without any hesitation or remorse, abandoning his house and leaving.

His posture was very practiced, as if he had done this before.

However, the Beastfolk army did not want the Human Race to have evidence of the attack on the city.

After all, leaving evidence might attract the attention of the Heaven-Controlling Realm, and no one dared to gamble on it.

Therefore, they did not intend to leave any survivors.

The old man, like all the other residents, was destined to never leave this community again.