"What do you mean? You still plan to go back to the Night Watchmen?" Demon Child's voice turned icy. "Don't you understand yet? In their eyes, you're simply not suited to be a Night Watchman. They won't want you..."
"Whether they want me or not isn't important. If I fail once, I'll try twice. If twice doesn't work, then three times... No matter what, I have to get in." An unprecedented determination ignited in Lu Baoyou's eyes.
Lu Baoyou stopped and took a deep breath. As if he had made up his mind, he slowly placed his left hand over his pitch-black left eye...
"What are you trying to do?" Demon Child's voice faltered, clearly growing panicked.
"I'm going back to the Night Watchmen. You... can't come back."
Lu Baoyou's voice was utterly calm. A trace of crimson surfaced in his eyes, and at the same time, the fingertips of his left hand slowly pierced into his own eye socket...
Blood streamed down, and his body trembled from the agonizing pain.
"Are you insane?!" Demon Child's terrified voice rang out again. "You're going this far just to become a Night Watchman?!
Enough, enough!
I understand! I won't speak out of turn again! No matter what I see among the Night Watchmen, I'll pretend I never saw it. I absolutely won't leak even the slightest bit of information. I really..."
Riiip—!
Lu Baoyou's mouth opened soundlessly. He hunched over and crouched down as blood ran along his cheeks.
His left hand tightly gripped that pitch-black eyeball, trembling as he pulled it from his socket...
Crimson light flared once more in Lu Baoyou's remaining right eye. The divine power of the Fallen Angel repaired his wound, and the bleeding gradually stopped.
"Finally... quiet."
He slowly rose to his feet, tossed his left