Revenge

Gilan looked at the solid wood workbench, where a dent he had punched into the surface was clearly visible, with cracks spreading out like a spiderweb. He immediately raised his hand to inspect the edge of his palm, finding only a patch of redness and a slight abrasion of the skin.

Such power is far more intoxicating than firearms!

He grinned.

With "Iridescence," perhaps one day, I too can be like the Vice Commander of the "Healing Knights" mentioned in the records—a one-man army capable of crushing steel!

Gilan closed his notebook and tucked it into his dimensional space.

In the exorcist's reward package, there were also two small gold bars the thickness of a finger. To his surprise, "Iridescence" unexpectedly provided a corresponding text description:

"Crude Refined Gold. Weight: 3.8 ounces. Gold bars refined with poor technique and materials, containing many impurities, but having been 'consecrated' by a ritual, they have become tainted with a hint of mystery."

"Task reward belonging to the 'Exorcist' Orlando Pitt, yet it was never delivered into his hands, or perhaps it never will be."

Gilan weighed the two small gold bars, letting them clink together in his palm with a crisp sound.

Crude gold that can be brought out of a movie—not bad at all.

He hadn't forgotten that he was quite destitute in reality, so he promptly tucked them into his dimensional space as well.

Gilan then picked up the fallen candlestick from the table, turned, and followed the wooden stairs back up to the first floor to re-examine the rooms.

He hadn't searched very carefully before, as he was only looking for the entrance to the basement. This time, he found a short-barreled shotgun in the wardrobe of the side bedroom, though unfortunately, it was severely damaged, with a broken barrel and a cracked stock.

Fortunately, there were two boxes of shotgun shells nearby. They were 12-gauge, compatible with the double-barreled shotgun Gilan already possessed, and he took them with great delight.

In addition, he found a sharp boning knife in the kitchen, intending to give it to Maive for self-defense.

Such a small, lightweight kitchen knife was easier to carry than the villagers' farm tools or cleavers.

However, when Gilan returned to the living room, he found the girl in the white dress with twin tails slumped in a chair, clutching her head and groaning in pain.

"Miss Maive?" Gilan walked over quickly and helped her up. "What's wrong?"

"I... I think I'm hallucinating." Maive's pretty face was pale as she opened her eyes tremblingly. "I see a spiral tower with a strange man in a top hat on it, and he seems to be talking to me."

"A tower and a strange man." Gilan was startled.

He remembered that during his last movie trip, Doctor Brennan had exhibited the same symptoms, also seeing visions of a tower and a strange man.

He hadn't expected Maive to see them too.

Gilan felt increasingly that this movie world was shrouded in a thick fog, concealing many mysteries.

"Can you walk?" he asked in a low voice.

Maive looked at the blonde youth's expression; for some reason, she felt flustered, but she gritted her teeth and said:

"Yes!"

Gilan said nothing more, only nodding.

He handed the boning knife to Maive, who thanked him in a soft voice.

With his shotgun in one hand and his other arm around the girl's waist, Gilan lifted her up with ease. Maive was startled at first, then a look of surprise and admiration flashed in her eyes.

However, just as the two stepped out of the red brick house, an air-raid siren that pierced the sky suddenly blared:

Woo—woo—woo—

The shrill sound made Maive let out a short scream, her face contorting in pain.

Gilan's eye twitched, and he cursed inwardly:

Damn it! The siren is back! What the hell is this!

His vision quickly filled with static, the surrounding scene began to flicker and tear, and even the girl in his arms became blurred.

In almost an instant, Gilan found himself pulled out of the movie world.

He was sitting on the floor of the warehouse, and the movie projection on the white wall ahead had turned into a black screen, just as the projector stopped running with a click.

Gilan turned his head to look; the Silver Cube connected to the power cord had been completely drained.

"Phew..." He stood up slowly, took down the black film reel from the projector to store it away, and sighed. "A pity. I wanted to continue exploring the village... It seems that if I want to go back in next time, I'll have to find a new Silver Cube."

Gilan shook his head and checked his own condition.

To his delight, the physique he had gained from practicing the White Cross Body-Forging Technique in the movie had synchronized to reality. At this moment, he felt full of vitality and strength, far beyond his previous weak frame.

"Since that's the case, it's time for a return gift... Even Miss Maive praised me for being a gentleman with manners, didn't she?" Gilan murmured.

He first looked at the sky outside the window, confirming it was around ten in the morning, then bent down to pick up the white cloth that had covered the contraband, tore it into strips, and wrapped them tightly around his hands.

He then strode toward the warehouse door.

Unlock, push, and step out.

Rather than waiting for the boss, Lucas, to send more people to pressure him, he would strike first!

In the courtyard, two gang members responsible for guarding the "Fortune Well" were standing under a hornbeam tree. Seeing Gilan walk out of the warehouse, they exchanged a glance and hurried to block his path.

Randolph had already instructed them privately not to let Gilan leave.

"Hey, Gilan, where do you think you're going?" one of the men with brown, messy hair asked. "The Bobbies from the police station are searching everywhere for you. If you don't want to die, stay put in the warehouse."

"I want to see Boss Lucas. I have something important to tell him."

Gilan kept his hands in his trouser pockets and said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, the two men's faces lit up with joy.

"Alright, in that case, I'll go get Randolph. You wait here." The brown-haired man spoke rapidly, and as he finished, he walked out of the courtyard.

Seeing this, the other burly man added in a deep voice:

"This is for your own good. If Bobby finds you, even the boss won't be able to protect you."

Gilan remained silent. He simply watched the brown-haired man head off to deliver the message, and only after the man had disappeared from his field of vision did a sinister grin curl onto his lips.

"Hm?" The burly man noticed the strange expression on Gilan's face and couldn't help but be startled.

He instinctively raised his hand to the holster at his waist.

But in the very next second, Gilan whipped his hands out from his pockets and threw a punch—his fist, wrapped in white cloth strips, streaked through the air like lightning and slammed heavily into the burly man's chin.

Pfft!!

The burly man's entire jaw shattered instantly, his eyes rolled back, and his teeth sprayed out mixed with blood.

He didn't even have time to react before he collapsed to the ground.

With a ferocious expression, Gilan lunged forward!

His right knee descended like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the burly man's neck!

Snap!!

The burly man's head bent at a ninety-degree angle, his body gave a reflexive twitch, and he died on the spot!

Having mastered the White Cross Body-Forging Technique, Gilan was no longer the man he once was; even though he had only just stepped over the threshold of the first stage, "Mucus," he was far beyond the reach of ordinary people. With his robust physique and refined combat skills, he had easily killed the armed man with a surprise attack.

Gilan expressionlessly pulled the Borchardt Pistol from the corpse's holster, grabbed the two magazines from his pockets, and then, grabbing the burly man by the leg with one hand, tossed the body into the "Fortune Well."

Splash.