Bright Sword Chapter - Dream

"The only places left are the islands near the Pacific. Ming An's method of checking was far too sloppy; we should go over there ourselves!"

"Fine, let the three of us go. Ye Ming, go notify Huang Ming and the others. We'll return to base once we've checked the final area!"

"Understood, Yaming!"

"It's been a month. Do you think he's still alive?"

"Are you joking? Is it even possible for him to die?"

"Exactly. Just as Kuo Ming said, no one is tougher than him, or better at surviving in dire straits!"

"Yeah... I suppose so. How could he just die so easily? Haha, sorry, I was overthinking it!"

The isolated island was completely blanketed in a crimson, bloody glow. It was a strange beauty—the beauty of death.

"Hahahaha, I don't know what's going on, but I am the only survivor on this island. Haha, Night of Demons, Night of Demons, here I come!" A man covered in mud sprinted toward the center of the island. He was clearly unaccustomed to such rapid movement, yet for some reason, he persisted until he caught sight of what he was looking for.

The altar at the center of the island flickered like a phantom, appearing and disappearing. Red liquid slowly welled up from within it. A normal human certainly wouldn't appreciate such a bizarre thing, but demons were different; they were born with a craving for these things—blood, terror, strangeness, and despair.

"Found it, I found it..." The man reached a spot not far from the altar. His face twisted into a grotesque, nauseating expression. Just as he prepared to move forward, a gleaming silver arrow struck his head, piercing straight through. Black blood erupted, and he collapsed to the ground before he could even let out a scream.

"If that's the case, I suppose this is the end? Everything..."

In the sky above the isolated island, two ladies looked at the tablet in their hands in astonishment. "My Lord Butler, they've all been wiped out. Was it that Chinese man? It's ridiculous! The elites of The Council were actually taken out by an ordinary human!"

"Don't be impatient. The witch Sally Phelps possesses a vengeful soul puppet. As long as I sacrifice a little dark energy, she can be brought back to life. First, let us find that Chinese man."

"Understood, My Lord Butler!"

Thirty minutes later, the two elegantly dressed ladies discovered their target on the beach, though it was unclear what he was doing. The target held a silver sword tightly in his hand, his eyes closed as if waiting for something.

"So that's it. He has obtained the Witch's Love. Most of Sally's energy is within this human; it's no wonder the others were finished off. But a human is a human after all. Haha, that Sally should be reviving soon, right?"

"Shall we finish him off, My Lord Butler?"

"Yes, before anyone else finds out..." As she spoke, the woman raised her left hand, and a sphere radiating evil began to gather and slowly expand.

The woman never sensed the person appearing behind her. The moment the sphere finished gathering, she was enveloped by a massive surge of energy and torn to shreds, as was her companion. This method of death left no trace behind.

Of the three who had been hovering in the air, only one remained. She slowly descended to the ground and made a sound, hoping to stir the person lost in thought.

"Are there more left? You damn bastards!" The young man, who had been deep in thought, suddenly turned and lunged toward the source of the sound, but the moment he saw who it was, he dropped his weapon.

"No... no... impossible. How could you be here??" The young man stopped in his tracks, feeling it was utterly surreal, for the person before him could never have possibly appeared here.

"You aren't seeing things. It's me, your Yaming!" Yaming said as she walked toward the young man.

"Yaming? Really... is it really you?"

"Yes, Ming Jian. I'm so sorry I'm late..." By now, Yaming was standing right in front of Ming Jian. Looking at the man she hadn't seen in half a year, she saw he was much thinner than usual, his long hair a tangled mess, and his clothes filthy, caked in mud and blood. Yet, none of this frightened Yaming; she pulled Ming Jian tightly into her arms.

"Cry if you want to. It's precisely because of this that humans are capable of feeling moved..." Yaming stroked Ming Jian's hair and whispered the only words she could.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh..." Ming Jian's sobbing was loud, like a newborn child unable to control his emotions.

One hour later, on the beach.

Yaming leaned against Ming Jian's shoulder, and together they watched the silent sea.

After he finished crying, the silent Ming Jian finally spoke.

"Sorry, I got your clothes dirty..."

"It's fine. If clothes get dirty, you can just change them."

"I find this very strange!"

"Why is it strange?"

"Why are you here?"

"It's simple. Because... you are here."

"If I hadn't encountered this situation, I wouldn't have believed you would suddenly appear."

"I originally wanted to tell you the news sooner, but Kuo Ming said he wanted to give you a surprise. So, you are the only one among us who didn't possess this power."

"Power, you say?"

"Yes, a power that belongs only to us!"

"That's good. Yaming, I don't want to talk about anything that happened on this island. Could you help me tell the others later?"

"Of course."

"Thank you..."

"Let's wait a little longer. Someone should be coming to pick us up soon."

"Yeah. Can you hold me again..."

"Of course. I am your Yaming, after all!"

The two said nothing more, simply embracing each other quietly until the ship appeared.

There were only fourteen people left on the ship. Ming Jian looked at the others, his mood slightly shifted, and said, "Alright, can you tell me now? What exactly happened to you all?"

Yaming nodded and said, "Let me explain!"

"A year ago, we obtained a black sphere. It inexplicably granted the thirteen of us our current powers, and it had prepared yours as well, but you weren't there at the time. We planned to give you a surprise at the end of this year; it's as simple as that."

"The ones who possess power now are myself, Ye Ming, Ming An, Kuo Ming, He Ming, Lian Ming, Shen Ming, Jiao Ming, Jing Ming, Huang Ming, Jun Ming, Jue Ming, and Yu Ming. You are the only one left. Furthermore, An Ming was not chosen. Although I could have given him power directly, the fundamental difference would be vast!"

"Do you choose to accept or give up?"

Ming Jian did not answer Yaming directly, but instead gave a slight nod...

It was still night, and the sole survivor on the deserted island was walking toward the altar. She wore no clothing, and her movements were slow, yet a smile remained on her face...

The month of life on the deserted island had finally come to an end. The food without oil or salt, the water sources of questionable quality, the forest that made it impossible to sleep soundly, the lonely nights—everything on that deserted island was over. From now on, it would just be a nightmare...

(The only beneficiary of this incident was the Witch Sally Phelps. She completed the Night of Demons and was directly promoted to a deacon of the Holy War Council. Within the council, she did not reveal any information regarding Ming Jian, which indirectly aided the subsequent operations of the Tail of Jet Black.)

(The current fourteen special-grade members of the Tail of Jet Black are the result of replacements. Before Ming An betrayed them, An Ming was not a special-grade member. It was only after Ming An was killed by Ming Jian that An Ming became one of the special-grade members at Ye Ming's request. Of the three independent meetings held before the establishment of the Tail of Jet Black, Ming An attended the first, and An Ming attended the second—by which time Ming An was already dead. Ming Jian only appeared as the third independent meeting was nearing its end. Later, Ming Jian also hid his identity within the Tail of Jet Black for a period of time; according to him, it was necessary...)

(The Bright Sword Chapter ends here. If you would like to learn about the pasts of others, you can also contact me. The group number for this book is... If you have a silver tongue, I will immediately write other special chapters. Finally, the same words as always: as long as there is one person reading, I will keep writing. Thank you all for supporting the Tail of Jet Black.)