Chapter 380 – Confrontation with a Berserker

Chapter 380 – Confrontation with the Berserkers

Agatha walked on the cold and quiet streets, the familiar scenery of the city-state in the past now seemed to be filled with a silent and eerie atmosphere, between the shadows of the surrounding buildings, behind the closed doors and windows, all seemed to hide a pair of prying eyes.

She was searching for the exit of this “foreign land” or the culprit that led her to be trapped here.

Every place that looked out of place could be a rift with the real world, but so far she hadn’t found such a rift in this strange “Frost City State”.

The only thing she was sure of was that she had already touched the shadow that had always shrouded the city-state – whether by mistake, or by the person behind the scenes, she had successfully crossed the “barrier” that had been blocking her vision.

This place, which was similar to the Frost, must be the source of the strange situations that had been occurring in the city-state during this period of time.

The sound of wheels crushing over the stone road came from a distance, and the faint ringing of a car’s bell and the sound of doors opening and closing drifted into her ears.

Agatha looked up in the direction from which the sounds were coming, but could only see empty streets – but a little farther away, she could indeed see what looked like the shadows of carriages and horses flickering past the intersections, and saw what looked like pedestrians hurrying past those intersections.

There were “people” in this city, but often all that could be seen were distant phantoms, and the voices of the inhabitants could be heard, but it was often impossible to pinpoint the source of the voices.

It’s like a dream world of strange, disorganized and distorted images.

Agatha’s figure crossed yet another intersection, then paused between the shadows of buildings.

Blindly exploring was just a waste of energy and time; she needed to judge her surroundings carefully.

She closed her eyes and allowed her senses to spread out in all directions, carefully screening the environment for all sorts of information – sounds, smells, the flow of the wind, and …… the temperature of the living.

After a few moments, Agatha looked up in a certain direction and took steps in that direction – her eyes still closed, but avoiding all obstacles in her path as accurately as if she were able to see all around her – and she traversed the alleys, passing through intersections and pathways for an unknown amount of time before stopping in front of a building located on the corner of a street.

Agatha opened her eyes and saw before her a small restaurant, brightly lit with the sound of lively people coming from inside.

The voices were genuine, and there was the scent of a living person flowing inside.

Agatha settled down and stepped forward and pushed open the door of the restaurant.

Crisp bell rings, the door opens, the scene inside the restaurant came out, reflected in Agatha’s eyes – this moment, she actually a little trance, and even suspected that she had already left the strange “foreign world”, returned to the normal real world.

Bright lights in the restaurant, everywhere you can see the guests who are eating, as well as in the tables and counters of the busy shuttle wait staff, responsible for the reception of the clerk is busy behind the counter, the ear is the crisp sound of knives and forks and cups and plates collision, and people talk about the weather, work and prices of the conversation, the previous accumulation of the streets on the outside of the dead cold atmosphere as if by this lively The dead and chilly atmosphere that had accumulated in the street outside was swept away by this lively “earthly landscape”.

In the next moment, however, Agatha realized that there was something clearly out of place here – even though the diners were eating at the tables, the cups and plates in front of them were empty, and even though the clerk was busy behind the counter, he was just walking around, wiping the same cups in his hands over and over again.

All of them were like programmed magic puppets, just repeating the actions of life that normal people should have, just …… they imitated it perfectly.

Agatha frowned, after realizing the truth, the atmosphere of this place became even weirder than the empty streets outside, but she didn’t turn around and leave, instead, she took a step towards the store.

The weirder the place, the more it meant she was looking in the right direction.

Along with Agatha’s first step, the lively conversations inside the restaurant suddenly stopped.

All the diners who were talking closed their mouths at the same time, but their faces still retained the various expressions they had just chatted with, and their hands still maintained their eating moves – within the large space, after the human voices disappeared, only the monotonous sound of cups, plates and knives and forks clashing remained.

Agatha took the second step, and all the sounds of cups and plates clashing with knives and forks also disappeared – everyone in the restaurant stopped moving, as if they were suddenly cut off from the energy source, and stood still at a square table. Agatha took a third step forward, and everyone in the restaurant put down their knives and forks; they rose like zombies and turned their heads expressionlessly, dozens of lines of sight falling hollowly on her.

Agatha looked at the counter in front of her, and the clerk who had been wiping the same cup finally stopped, but unlike the zombie-like “diners” around her, the clerk slowly raised her head and looked at Agatha with a faint smile on her face.

The smile was even a bit friendly.

“Hello, Miss Gatekeeper,” the clerk spoke, a young man with short blonde hair and good looks, dressed in a white shirt and black jacket, speaking politely as if he were actually entertaining a visitor to his door, “I’m glad you’re here, and I was wondering what you thought of this delightful city. I wonder what you think of this delightful city?”

“Looks like you’re the one responsible for all this,” Agatha gazed calmly at the blonde ‘clerk’ in front of her, “Finding you was a little easier than I thought.”

“Or maybe not as easy as you thought,” the young blonde smiled, “Want something? Dirty water tainted with poison? Or bread made of clay? Or …… an empty bowl? We have plenty here.”

Agatha didn’t answer in the slightest, just casually raised her cane and waved it in the air.

The blonde young man behind the counter was instantly wrapped in layers of pale flames that appeared out of thin air, and his skin was burned to ashes by the gatekeeper’s “cremation” ability within a few breaths, leaving only grayish-white ashes drifting in the wind and landing on the counter.

However, the expression on Agatha’s face did not change at all, because before the flames started, she sensed that the young man’s body no longer had the breath of a living person.

A strange sound of slimy material wriggling came from the side, Agatha turned her head and saw a stiffly standing “diner” not far away from the table suddenly trembled, the next second, that person’s body melted like wax, black slime material surging and morphing on the surface of his body, and within a few breaths, that diner changed into a man wearing a white shirt and a black jacket. white shirt and black jacket in the shape of a blonde young man.

“What an unfriendly way of greeting,” the blonde young man flicked the dust on his clothes and looked at Agatha somewhat helplessly, “Ms. Gatekeeper, you don’t think that this will solve me, do you – do you think that I would expose my essence hastily exposed in such a dangerous place?”

“I know you’re not here,” Agatha said expressionlessly, “but this will at least stop you from raving for a while.”

“Well, well, it seems you’re not in the mood for chatting – you’re an uninteresting woman, compared to how much more interesting that Professor Myerson was at the last minute,” the blonde young man shrugged, “but That’s fine, as long as it keeps you honest for a while, I don’t mind you being a boring prisoner.”

The moment she heard the words “Professor Melson”, Agatha’s expression changed slightly, she thought of the disappearing Dagger Island, and the series of explosions that occurred on Dagger Island a moment before it disappeared, as mentioned in the report – and then, she noticed that the last few words of the other party revealed a series of explosions, and then, she noticed that the last few words of the other party revealed a series of explosions that occurred on Dagger Island. the information revealed in the other party’s last few words.

“What do you mean by those last few words?” She said in an icy tone as she gazed at the young blonde in front of her.

“Nothing, just asking you to be a guest here for the time being,” the young blonde smiled pleasantly, “You don’t have to worry about what’s going on ‘up there’- -soon, there will be another you returning there, and she will gather the Guardians just as well as you did, and then compile a report based on the actual situation at the sewage treatment center ……

“Don’t worry, she’ll report the facts, including the contamination that the treatment center has suffered and the replacements that have been made to the personnel, and then she’ll return to the cathedral to report on her duties, as you always do, and speak with that Bishop Ivan, and then she’ll make her rounds of the city-state, continuing to deal with the problems that the city is facing, and continuing to carry out the investigations that you weren’t able to complete. …… Nothing will be delayed.”

Agatha’s face finally went completely cold as she stared dead at the blonde young man in front of her, “You even created a ‘fake’ of the Gatekeeper?!”

“Is that so hard?” The blonde young man slowly tightened the smile on his face and looked at Agatha with a slight sneer, “Of course, she doesn’t have the power that you have, but other than that, she’s flawless, and is even more perfect than any of the previous replicas – do you know how perfect it is? She …… doesn’t even know she’s a fake.”

Agatha’s face was frosty, her knuckles tightly gripping her cane slightly white, “A fake can’t be hidden from the Cathedral – there are countless pairs of witty eyes there.”

“Countless pairs of witty eyes – mortal eyes, you are overestimating your peers,” the blonde young man said nonchalantly as he frankly met Agatha’s icy gaze, “And speaking of forgeries …… do you really think that there is any difference between you, and the others, and the ‘fakes’ as you call them?”

He laughed again and slowly raised his hands, as if he were a saint preaching a sermon revealing the truth of the world, “Ms. Gatekeeper, from the very beginning there was no such thing as a fake, or …… all of us are fakes, and that’s the truth.”

(End of chapter)