Without the Ouroboros Ring, he really would have been in grave danger this time.
He instinctively felt his bulging trouser pocket and moved it from the inner side of his thigh to the outside...
With his school uniform shredded, the pocket swung back and forth beside his thigh like a tobacco pouch. Combined with his brisk pace, it really interfered with his gun.
"Right... the Night Watchman said this was the 'Final Payment.' Since there was a 'Final Payment,' there had to be a 'Deposit' or a 'Down Payment'!"
"The Final Payment was a Supernatural Creation, so what was the rest?"
"And the Night Watchman immediately decided I was the one collecting the Final Payment... wasn't he worried at all about getting the wrong person?"
"The Night Watchman mentioned a 'him.' Who was 'he'?"
"And what was that so-called Mystical Creation Atlas?"
The Ouroboros Ring was Sequence 101 among Supernatural Creations, which meant there were at least another hundred before it...
Did those "First Apostles" really have that much free time? Did they invent things whenever they had a spare moment?
Despite his grumbling, his pace never slowed, and before long, he reached the end of the passage.
He lowered his head to check his watch.
3:11
Although he had thought about plenty along the way, he had kept up his speed, taking only three minutes to run through the passage.
Reaching the door at the end of the passage, he almost pushed the iron door open, but the scene of Lao Mo taking him through it surfaced in his mind.
Once the iron door opened, the swarm of night-walking species of unknown rank behind it would surge inside like slurry. He had to be fully prepared.
He slowly raised the Old Kerosene Lamp, continuing to strengthen his anchor point