New Identity: Ahab Ishmael

Luther's final destination was his own grave.

He stared blankly at the photograph on the tombstone, a picture of him and Cecilia. He looked handsome and young, with a radiant smile. Cecilia sat in a chair, her elegant long dress accentuating her slightly shy, beautiful face, a happy smile playing on her lips.

Oh right, after I dressed my sister in her new clothes, I specifically took her to take some photos as a souvenir... I almost forgot.

Below the photograph are his name, dates of birth and death, and this epitaph. "An indomitable warrior."

A reliable comrade-in-arms;

A responsible older brother.

Luther glanced at the epitaph, silently reached out, took the photo off the tombstone, and tucked it into his clothes.

Looking at his own grave behind him, he suddenly had an urge to just crawl in and lie down. That way, he could be like all the other dead people in the cemetery, without having to think or do anything.

But he knew in his heart that he couldn't do it, and he would never do it. The flames of anger still burned in his heart, constantly reminding him not to forget those who had died.

All the weakness should end here. Luther should gather his strength and set off again.

"Boom!"

So he took out the Deep Sleep Flower left by Arianna from his bosom, and a flame rose from his right palm, setting it ablaze. The seemingly vibrant flower burned easily, emitting sparks and sizzling.

Luther threw the flowers in front of his own tombstone, the firelight illuminating his face.

"Rustle..."

Just then, he heard a series of footsteps approaching.

Leonard strode forward, his brow furrowed, staring silently ahead.

At the edge of his vision, in front of Luther's tombstone, a wisp of ashes remained, faintly glowing with embers.

Judging from the shape of the ash, it looks like a plant.

Leonard crouched down, removed his bright red gloves, and dipped his fingers into the ashes. A warm sensation followed, indicating that it had just burned. Whoever lit it must have left not long ago.

"Brush!"

He rose warily and looked around. The entire cemetery was bathed in a crimson light, peaceful and serene, with no sign of any lurking intruders.

"Who exactly is it..."

Leonard pursed his lips, thinking to himself.

A few minutes later, he finally gave up on following the previous visitor and turned his attention to the tombstone.

"I'm sorry, Luther."

He said, "I want to know the truth no matter what. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

After saying that, Leonard picked up the shovel that was placed to the side, walked behind the tombstone, and dug a shovelful of soil in the location of the coffin.

"Swish, swish!"

For an extraordinary being of a high Sequence, this kind of work was not a difficult task. He swung his arm in a wide arc, the shovel rising and falling rapidly, quickly piling up two mounds of earth beside him. In this way, the tomb to bury Luther's coffin was gradually revealed.

Clang!

Once the grave had expanded to a certain size, Leonard dropped the shovel, jumped inside, bent down, and reached out to grasp the edge of the coffin lid.

He used a sudden force and lifted the heavy wooden lid.

The moonlight, like water, poured instantly into the pitch-black coffin.

There was nothing inside.

No, that's not how it should be said. Aside from the body disappearing without a trace, there were some noteworthy sights inside the coffin.

Leonard saw countless bright red excavation marks inside the coffin. It was as if the person placed inside had been resurrected after death, struggling wildly in immense pain within the dark coffin.

They would pry and dig until they broke the hard inner wall, even if it meant breaking their fingers.

He stood there stunned for several seconds, then turned the coffin lid over. Sure enough, on the back of the lid he saw a pair of bright red handprints, the handprints of a pair of blood-stained hands that had once pushed it open, allowing him to return to the world of the living.

But is it humans or demons that are returning?

Leonard touched the dried bloodstains with his fingers. He hesitated for a moment, then finally climbed out of the grave, picked up his shovel, and headed towards another cemetery.

After a while.

Damn it!

The elite "Red Gloves" shouted in a fit of rage, slamming his shovel to the ground.

In another grave he had dug open, the coffin was lifted, and the iron nails that should have secured the lid had somehow fallen off and were scattered inside the coffin.

It was also completely empty inside.

The two graves Leonard dug tonight both yielded the same result. Although he had expected it, the fact that it actually happened still dealt him a blow.

"Impossible... it's actually true, it's actually true!"

He muttered to himself, trying to regain his composure.

As if by some strange twist of fate, Leonard raised his head and looked in another direction.

Dunn Smith is buried there.

What if the captain also...?

"Despair."

Leonard took a step almost Consciousness. But as soon as he took that step, he snapped back to reality and punched himself hard.

"I'm sorry, Captain..."

Suppressing his emotions, he cried out in despair, "I don't know, I really don't know anything anymore..."

The night wind swept across the cemetery, completely dispelling his low sobs.

Luther looked up at the woman who had suddenly appeared in front of him. She was still dressed very simply, her bare feet on the ground of the cemetery.

"Your Highness Arianna, you haven't been following me all this time, have you?"

Luther asked with some suspicion.

The other party appeared at just the right time, and he suspected that they had seen his previous weakness.

"There's no need to address me as Your Highness. I am an Ascetic; you can simply call me Madam," Arianna said calmly. "This flower, once lit, can pinpoint your location; I haven't been following you the whole time."

"Oh well."

Luther shrugged, putting the topic aside.

"So, Luther Rondal, what is your decision?"

Arianna looked into his eyes and asked calmly.

My answer is,

Luther glanced at his own tombstone, took a deep breath, and said, "I am willing to return to the Church of Evernight."

For those people and events that cannot be forgotten, he must continue to rise through the ranks until he pulls that upside-down evil god down from the Cross!

"Welcome."

Arianna remained calm, revealing nothing of her true thoughts. "We'll prepare a completely new identity for you... By the way, what name would you like for your new identity?"

Luther has already decided on a name for this new identity.

"Let him be called... Ahab Ishmael."

He said.

"Call!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew by, completely extinguishing the remaining flames of the Deep Sleep Flower, and the entire cemetery returned to its former tranquility.

[End of this volume]