Chapter 757
The Polluted · Offering of the Merciful Eyes
Alain grabbed the little crow with one hand and descended slowly from the large hole that had been blasted out of the bedroom.
Although she wouldn’t be injured if she jumped directly, Alain didn’t want to dirty her skirt.
—It was strange, actually.
At some point… Alain felt she was becoming more and more concerned about her image, always paying attention to elegance even when killing.
It was as if… if she made a fool of herself or caused any trouble, it would shame Eivass.
…It was like when a big shot plays with a secondary account on social media, they always try to be careful about their posts, lest their fake identity be exposed later and cause bad publicity for their main account.
When she landed, Alain released the little crow, letting the night demon fly freely behind her.
The mirror demon, of course, could not be brought down and could only wait for them to return on the ground.
The basement that had been blown open was now a mess.
It could be seen that this had once been a ritual site of considerable scale—Alain could even see shattered traces of the ritual. The ritual array that had been carved into the stone had turned into broken stones, rolling all over the ground.
And from here, one could also see some “blood bags” who had been held captive here.
They seemed to be lovers with Alphonse. They didn’t look old, the oldest probably being only twenty-three or twenty-four. They were not wearing prison uniforms or restraint suits, but rather loose, even somewhat provocative, nightgowns, and they were not shackled or bound.
As Alain passed by their corpses, she could smell the distinctive scent of blood slaves on them.
Yes, corpses—
They were not killed by Alphonse, but directly died from the sudden explosion. There were still traces of the Path of Love’s power remaining in the basement, but the intensity was not high. Based on this analysis, the highest-level extraordinary among them was at most a Third Tier, and perhaps most of them were just mortals.
Now, the corpses of these girls were scattered all over the ground. Their eyes were wide open in death—they probably didn’t even know what killed them.
Alain frowned slightly.
She felt a pang of displeasure seeing these beautiful people die in such a pathetic state.
“Anna Kingsford…”
Alain murmured the name of the culprit in a low voice, pursing her lips.
She walked past all the corpses and stood at the end of the broken corridor.
It was a black circular metal door, with a pattern like a manhole cover.
Almost the entire basement had been destroyed, but this door, protected by a barrier, was intact.
“—This must be it.”
Alain said in a low voice, reaching out to touch the barrier.
Crimson patterns spread out from where she touched like lightning, and Alain could not help but let out a soft exclamation.
…It wasn’t that the barrier was difficult to break.
If the barrier had been too difficult to break, Alain would have simply had the night demon dig a tunnel and go in from the side.
She exclaimed in surprise because it was too easy to break.
—It was the same system as the seal of Crescent Moon Manor during the Ascension Ritual!
As Alain continued to touch the barrier, the metal door was charged and gradually lit up.
The next moment, it split into three rings. White, yellow, and black triple rings overlapped, and the intersections were filled with blood-like red.
In the center was a rune, meaning “rebirth.”
Wind, Earth, Dark—as long as the same proportion of the three types of mana were injected, this secret door could be opened. And the mana of a Child of the Moon was exactly divided into these three attributes. Therefore, a Child of the Moon only needed to inject their mana evenly into it to open the seal.
…It made sense, after all, this was a place Alphonse frequented. If the method of opening the door was too complicated, it would be like designing an extremely complex password system for oneself that was different for every game, making it hard on one’s memory.
As Alain injected the mana of the corresponding attributes, the triple rings instantly lit up, but the rune in the middle remained dim.
Alain had a sudden inspiration and said, “Rebirth.”
The next moment, the rune was also lit. Then, the barrier was removed.
The door split into three parts and receded outwards like ferocious teeth, leaving a strange octagonal door.
Alain passed through it and saw a ritual site that was still relatively intact.
The dark green metal walls were covered with abbreviated Draconic runes, and the black metal welded directly to the walls and floor formed a ritual site that was completely fixed and could not be easily modified.
And in the center of the ritual site was something that Alain found somewhat familiar, yet somewhat unfamiliar.
“This is—”
Alain’s eyes suddenly widened.
Because it was a damaged crystal ball.
—It was a crystal ball of the exact same specification as the “crystal liver specimen” she obtained from Count Dawn!
However, inside it was not a liver that was still twitching, but a pair of very beautiful eyeballs. Their pupils were as clear and transparent as rubies.
They seemed to float in water, rising and falling within the pale pink crystal ball, with clouds of black blood constantly melting away. Those black, turbid bloodstains spread like menacing tentacles, binding one of the eyeballs like shackles.
And the originally white surface of that eyeball had already been stained with some blackish-red patterns. The other, slightly lower eyeball remained clean, but its surface was also stained with patches of light red with bloodstains.
The moment she saw it, Alain felt a very strong desire—a fixation to possess it. Her body felt extremely thirsty, and she desperately wanted to drink the “pale pink liquid” in the damaged crystal ball.
—Alain knew what this was.
Or rather, at least from another timeline, Eivass knew what this was…
“Be careful, Master.”
The night demon reminded her from the side.
“I know…”
Alain said in a low voice, swallowed, and touched the crystal ball with her obviously trembling right hand.
As expected, no prompts appeared before her eyes.
With a certain intuition, Alain suddenly clenched her fist and smashed the crystal ball with one punch!
At that moment, a rich and fragrant stimulating smell permeated the air.
It was then that Alain and the night demon realized what the liquid inside was—it was a kind of transparent high-proof spirit.
Alcohol itself belonged to the Path of Love, so polluted alcohol could also be considered an excellent “polluting solvent.”
However, the two eyeballs did not fall to the ground as a result. After breaking free from the crystal ball, they floated in the air on their own. They intertwined like a binary star system, stably flying in the air.
Alain touched one of the two eyeballs again.
When she held one of them, the other stopped flying. And it suddenly turned back, staring at Alain.
At the same time, a system panel appeared before Alain’s eyes:
[The Polluted · Offering of the Merciful Eyes]
[Extraordinary Equipment (Light Purple)]
[Armor – Head]
[Extraordinary Trait: When you actively lose your own life, the effect of this skill will be increased based on the life force consumed (limited to triggering via Path of Devotion or Path of Love)]
[Extraordinary Trait (Pollution): This effect has been nullified]
[Pollution Trait: When you lose life, you will lose more life at a certain ratio; when you receive life recovery effects from others, the healer will lose a certain percentage of the healing amount]
[Set: Sister Sasha’s Holy Feast (1/4)]
[“—I plucked out my eyes, yet my vision was clear; I cast aside my body, yet my soul was free.”]
This was exactly the Sasha set that Eivass wanted!
(End of Chapter)
