Mysteries On Marvel

At the bedside of Feng Qingwu, a refined man in a white linen priest's robe held a black book, his strikingly handsome features exuding an air of calm.

As Feng Qingwu dreamed of a starry night sky with constellations forming peculiar patterns, the man seemed to sense something. He looked up slightly, then retrieved a silver pocket watch from his robes.

After checking the time, a regretful expression appeared on his face.

"Three hours and 17 minutes. Even with the secret medicine, it took her over three hours to perceive it? Her aptitude is worse than I anticipated—exceeding the standard by 17 minutes… What a pity. It seems you're unqualified to join us after all."

He closed the black book in his hands, removed the starry pendant from Feng Qingwu's neck, and rose to leave without a backward glance.

To him, Feng Qingwu, despite her talents far surpassing those of ordinary people, was now unworthy of his attention.

As the refined man stepped out of the room, a sound like a bubble popping broke the silence.

The bedroom, previously isolated, suddenly reconnected with the real world.

A cacophony of chaotic and frenzied sounds from outside rushed into the room, accompanied by crazed cries.

...

Outside the room.

In various chambers of the grand building, elegantly dressed elites and high-ranking individuals indulged in their basest desires, their eyes bloodshot with unbridled lust.

A haze of mixed scents filled the villa, painting a grotesque tableau of decadence.

In the mansion's central hall, wisps of pale pink smoke rose from an ancient bronze censer.

As the smoke spread, the red hue in people's eyes deepened, further fueling their frenzied actions.

Had the refined man not isolated Feng Qingwu's room, she might have been swept into this depraved scene as well.

After leaving the bedroom, the man strode to the hall's center, where the censer sat emitting its mysterious pink smoke.

Examining the censer, he nodded slightly.

"Interesting. It can stimulate the desires of those within a certain range? Such a rare ability… I wonder which existence left their mark on this artifact."

The man extended his hand, intending to take the extraordinary item for further study.

But just then, a sharp voice rang out.

"Stop! You have no right to be here!"

The mansion's owner, organizer of this debauched gathering, suddenly shoved aside the young woman beside him and stormed toward the refined man.

In a desperate attempt to assert his authority, the middle-aged host, dressed in a black robe with graying temples, grabbed a vicious-looking shotgun from the corner of the room and aimed it at the refined man.

"Hah, ants should know their place. Why insist on courting death?"

The refined man, still facing away, glanced back with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

In the next instant, he vanished from the censer's side.

Before the black-robed man could react, the refined man reappeared behind him.

Raising the black book in his hand, the refined man brought it down hard on the man's shiny bald head.

Smack!

The black-robed man's skull caved under the force of the blow. Blood spattered across the refined man's white robe and the black book.

Unfazed, the refined man continued his assault.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

...

Not until the man's head was thoroughly obliterated did the refined man finally stop. He then gracefully wiped the black book clean with his sleeve.

Meanwhile, the young woman the host had pushed away, along with the heavily paid bodyguards, lay lifeless in pools of blood.

As for the guests scattered throughout the villa, consumed by the pink smoke, they continued to indulge in their desires, oblivious to the carnage around them.

Even if they were aware, they might not care.

"Hah…"

The refined man sneered at the debauchery around him. Lifting the heavy censer with both hands, he carried it out of the mansion and placed it in the backseat of a black car.

Driving away, he left the villa behind, deeming the so-called Celestial Faction worthless without the censer.

Not even Feng Qingwu, who had briefly piqued his interest, held any value now.

As he drove away from the mansion, he noticed a yellow taxi speeding toward him, its headlights cutting through the night.

"Hm?"

At first, he paid little attention to the approaching vehicle. But then, sensing something, he instinctively looked up.

Inside the taxi, Eren, seated by the window, happened to glance up at the same time.

Their gazes met.

(End of Chapter)

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