Puppet in the Dark

Chapter 750: Act.06 [Puppet in the Dark]

Foreword:

Dissatisfaction with oneself is the characteristic of a genius.

--Anton Chekhov

[Part ①: Threads and Lines]

Half an hour later, Fuyanni slumped into a seat by the window in the cabin.

The boatman had woken up earlier and was already back at the helm, discussing the upcoming route with Judas.

"Brother Billy."

Fuyanni lowered his voice, holding a savory zongzi—a glutinous rice ball about the size of his fist, meant to be eaten in about twenty bites.

"Is that guy really Judas?"

Seeing is believing. The "mission target" repeatedly emphasized by the command center had suddenly appeared before him. This series of events gave Fuyanni a vague, unreal feeling.

It was like winning the lottery, except the immense fortune would go to Warband's leader, not his and his brother's—they lacked the capability.

Billy: "It really is him. The Spirit Body matches too."

Fuyanni: "Turn It Into Gold?"

[Turn It Into Gold] had an extremely strong spiritual pressure characteristic, feeling like an unyielding dark cloud.

Both brothers could see its Spirit Body form, floating beside Judas, constantly accompanying the King of Demons. It possessed astonishing endurance, and most of the time, Judas didn't need to verbally command it; it guarded his physical body at all times.

Black and gray feathers, like a soft, warm coat, enveloped Judas's body. Its head was covered in dense plumage, not ugly and ferocious like a common vulture, but like a lammergeier, resembling the favored pet of a mysterious medieval warlock.

It tilted its head slightly. A circle of blood-red threads marked its eyelids. Two dark, light-absorbing eye stripes extended like sharp hunting knives down to its chin, forming thick bristles that created a dashing and unrestrained beard.

The bird-headed, human-bodied deity glanced at Fuyanni, seemingly having overheard