Cheat Awakening-Chapter 715. The Scholar’s Remains

In the dim space, a figure bearing the same appearance as the Nightwalker, but with messy hair on its head and clad in a human white coat like a researcher, sat on a small stool beside him, staring at the young man before him.

"I understand."

Myne sat on the sofa and took a sip of an unknown drink with very low alcohol content and a not unpleasant taste. Most importantly, it was harmless. He seemed more like the master of this hideout than the Nightwalker before him. Waffle and Ted wandered around the hideout, searching for something to play with, while Ocea settled on Myne's lap, enjoying his strokes on her back.

Myne nodded understandingly and said softly, "It was the group of terrible outsiders last year who transformed you into this. The miracle is that you did not completely lose your human consciousness. Every night, you recover your thoughts and try to find a cure for the virus from a little bit of immunity in your blood."

Myne simply sat there and listened as this disfigured human Nightwalker recounted the events that had transpired in the city of Srinka over the past twenty years.

"Do the people in the tower know of your existence?"

It shook its head, then added with a tone full of helplessness, "After all, I am in danger now. I lose consciousness and turn into a Nightwalker during the day, and a large number of Nightwalkers appear at night. They regard me as an alien, so I can only find opportunities to conduct experiments on my own."

"So, the Nightwalker just now was a product of your experiment?"

"Well, it's a pity that it could only recover for a limited time and ultimately failed," It sighed and said, "I am missing a very important component."

"What is it?" Myne had already sensed the scent of a main mission from the other party.

"It is the origin of the virus, which brought disaster and terrible infection to our world."

"And if I am not mistaken, it is located in the nest of the Nightwalkers."

...

In the tower.

After hearing the old man's account and the true situation of the city, everyone understood their despair and helplessness. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Achoo showed a sympathetic look. He also knew that now was the crucial moment to trigger the next main mission, as the first one, "Find the tower," had been completed a long ago, but there was no follow up mission. So, he asked without making his intention obvious, "How did the outsiders help you?"

"The outbreak of the virus twenty years ago was not without warning. The sky suddenly turned red, as if dyed with blood, and then a large oak tree beneath the clouds abruptly grew blood vessels. The virus then spread from that tree."

"And those outsiders said that as long as the tree, the source of the virus, was destroyed, everything would end."

"This doesn't sound entirely convincing. How can it be so simple that destroying a tree will make everything return to normal?" Magmascorch muttered, his voice too low for anyone but The Shiny Star, who was glued to him, to hear it, but she didn't know what to say.

One of the guards seemed to have already read the script and immediately knew what to do next. One of them asked with a feigned curious expression, "Where is it?"

The bearded man smiled bitterly, looked at the old man, before shaking his head and said, "It's in the Nightwalker's lair."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of several people froze.

"How can this be accomplished?" Ache's voice trembled slightly. One Nightwalker was terrifying enough, let alone a group of them. He was no longer willing to face the terrifying monster again.

Fortunately, the other guards, who were hearing about this for the first time, Magmascorch and Mr. Red, were still able to maintain their composure, having witnessed worse things.

"Although the difficulty of this dungeon is obviously skewed, it stands to reason that the main mission cannot have a zero percent chance of success. There must be other ways. We just need to open our eyes and look for them," Mr. Red explained in a low voice, seeing everyone panicking.

Ache nodded thoughtfully. "The Nightwalker is afraid of ultraviolet rays. This is a very important countermeasure."

"Indeed," The Shiny Star also said calmly. "We don't have to fight the Nightwalkers. We just need to lure them away from the mountain. The real goal is to destroy the source of the virus."

The people who had found a way to potentially clear the main mission felt a little relieved—of course, only a little.

"It's just that it's still difficult as hell."

Almost all the Nightwalkers stayed in their nest during the day, so they could only act at night. And at night, they didn't even have the courage to step outside, let alone walk into the Nightwalkers' nest with their chests held high.

"I would like to ask, can the tower help us?" Mr. Red looked at the old man. Since their strength was insufficient, they wanted to see if they could utilise the power of these NPCs.

The old man did not agree immediately but said with a bitter smile, "We also want to kill the Nightwalkers and destroy the tree, but we are incapable. There are more than a hundred people in the tower now, and fewer than thirty are barely in fighting condition. Half of those are standing in this room, just looking at us. Do you really think we will be of any use to you?"

Mr. Red's pupils narrowed, and he couldn't help but finally abandon his composure.

Indeed, they weren't sure of winning, and convincing the other party to even try was difficult. After all, they were the last surviving group, humanity's final hope in this world. If they all died here, then monsters would completely dominate the planet. Even if they solved the virus, what would be the point of all this trouble if no one was left to repopulate it and fix it back to normal?

"However, we can provide you with all the information that previous outsiders gathered," The old man said, handing a notebook to Mr. Red. "There is a lot of information recorded in it."

Mr. Red glanced at it. There were not only various detailed records of the city but also numerous annotations and analyses of the Nightwalkers' habits and weaknesses. He looked at the signature.

"Kran. Is this the owner of this notebook? Is this person still in the tower? He understood the Nightwalkers so thoroughly; if we could talk with him, he might be able to help..."

"He is dead."

The old man interrupted Mr. Red's excited tone and shook his head silently. "He was a great scholar, worthy of respect. For twenty years, he studied the Nightwalkers and the cure for the infection. But he was captured by a group of outsiders last year and then injected with a large amount of infected blood because they wanted to show him his research results. He turned into a Nightwalker and was never seen again."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, an information box popped up in front of everyone, and the main mission, which had been feigning death, was finally refreshed.

[ Main Mission (2) has been triggered. ]

[ 1. Find the remaining armoury using the notes. ]

[ 2. Find what Kran had lost; maybe you can find something useful. ]

[ Tasks can be selected from two options. ]

"It seems that things have really taken a turn for the better. This Kran is the key person," Mr. Red's eyes lit up. Since the main mission didn't direct them to the Nightwalker's lair, it meant there were other ways to reduce the difficulty.

Ache beside him shook his head. "Don't be too happy too soon; we don't know where to find the things Kran left behind."

The bearded man, who happened to overhear him, rubbed his messy hair annoyingly and whispered casually, "If that's the case, maybe it's written in the notebook."

"Hmm? Let me see." Ache's eyes lit up with excitement. He quickly leaned over, took the notebook from Mr. Red, and flipped through it. Then his hand trembled.

"Here's Kran's things. He said that even after the Nightwalkers turned into monsters, they seemed to retain a certain human consciousness and would often return to familiar places. Maybe I can heal them and call back their consciousness."

"F*ck!"

Ache's eyes widened with disbelief. "So we have to find the Nightwalker that Kran turned into and follow it back to its hideout?"

"When he transformed, he was wearing a white coat and had a birthmark on his back. If he's still alive, it will be very easy to recognize him, unless he changes his clothes," The bearded man joked trying to light up everyone's mood. This guy seemed a bit too interested in Ache, and Achoo, human-like cat people, and was continuously staring at Ache's swinging tail with a marvellous expression.

"This isn't a matter of easy recognition!" Ache roared in annoyance. "The matter is how can this be done!"

The Nightwalkers only come out at night, which means they must act at night. Finding a specific Nightwalker in such a big city full of danger is like looking for a needle in a haystack, not to mention that many other Nightwalkers are wandering around looking for their dinner!

"Indeed. The first task is more practical and simple, which can quickly enhance our combat effectiveness. The difficulty of the second task rises sharply; it has literally skyrocketed. Although it seems there will be breakthrough progress and even rewards after completion, but..." Achoo sighed heavily and shook his head.

It's goddamn too difficult!

...

At this moment, in that dim, closed room, Myne was still enjoying his drink and flipping through various notes provided by the owner of the house, all of which were records about the Nightwalkers.

His expression paused slightly as he looked at the task box that suddenly popped up in his sight.

Myne's eyes flickered, and he said, "By the way, can Mr. Nightwalker help me get another cup of cold drink?"

"Of course."

This Nightwalker, who looked exactly like a Nightwalker but had hair on its head, unlike those bald ones, and maintained human consciousness. He nodded very gentlemanly and took out a drink from the fridge, handing it to Myne.

Since most Nightwalkers didn't attack him unless he initiated it, he travelled freely at night and collected many good things in his free time. One of them was various types of drinks. When his mood wasn't good, he would always get himself drunk before the daytime and spend most of the day sleeping. This not only helped him calm down his madness but also increased the quality of his sleep.

Myne and he had reached an agreement and were making plans.

Looking at Myne gulping down the drink with a satisfied smile on his face as if he were visiting a friend, the Nightwalker smiled bitterly. "By the way, calling me Nightwalker is still a bit uncomfortable. Can you please change how you call me?"

"What do you want me to call you then?" Myne asked casually.

"Call me by my old name, Kran."