The Gentleman at the End-Chapter 241 - 240 Black Liquid

Chapter 241: Chapter 240 Black Liquid

[Sunshine Hotel]

Vice President Evatt, exuding the demeanor of a gentleman, stood upright at the center of the lobby, his back hand carrying an abandoned pocket watch. Through precise manipulation of the threads, he adjusted the hands, practicing fine control while feeling the flow of time.

Quietly waiting for Yi Chen’s complete death.

During the wait, a figure suddenly darted from the hotel entrance,

Evatt’s brows furrowed, thinking it was gentleman reinforcements coming for him, he swiftly raised his hand… whoosh! The sharp surgical thread, like a chopper, sundered the figure’s head at the doorway.

A flick of the index finger,

the surgical thread wrapped around the torso and head, pulling it in front of the vice president.

It was merely an ordinary gentleman, responsible for patrolling the cemetery area, whose eyeballs still rotated and stared intently at his opponent even after being decapitated.

“Hmm? Not Zion’s reinforcements, I remember this lad patrolling the cemetery street, such a feeble fellow, instead of fleeing, he came to deliver death… That’s not how you use the gentleman’s spirit.

Such waste, even if turned into the dead, would be squandering resources.”

A snap of the fingers—pop!

The five strands of thread diced the poor gentleman’s head into pieces; the eyeballs shattered along with it.

“Time’s about up! He should be breathing his last breath about now…”

However,

As Vice President Evatt’s gaze moved upward, he noticed something odd about the hanging Yi Chen: his complexion was abnormally pale, far exceeding that of other hanged men.

“Foundation makeup?”

Upon closer inspection, he discovered Yi Chen’s face was inexplicably covered with a thick layer of white foundation and even had light blush on both cheeks.

When was this makeup applied? How was it done? The Vice President could not find the answers. Moreover, the more he focused on this makeup, the more suffocated he felt as one of the dead.

More importantly,

the time on the pocket watch had long passed, yet Yi Chen had not exhaled his crucial “last breath.”

The Vice President was also a “Sensing Gentleman,” and had already sharply sensed a dissonance emanating from Yi Chen, prompting him to change his strategy immediately.

His ten fingers manipulating the surgical thread were prepared to tightly bind the hanging Yi Chen and forcefully bring him back.

Just as the surgical thread soared upward… tick tock!

A drop of eerie black liquid suddenly fell,

and the transcendent Vice President felt danger, immediately retracting the surgical threads and dodging.

Pop!

The black liquid hit the floor, appearing slightly sticky but causing no damage to the floor, like a quiet little drop of water.

“What is this substance? Is it something that flowed out of Yi Chen’s body?”

As Vice President Evatt was about to crouch down to closely examine the composition of this drop of black water… tick tock, tick tock!

More, thicker black liquid kept dripping from above, quickly forming a dense puddle on the ground.

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Vice President Evatt stepped back continuously, looking upward.

“A bullet hole?”

At the center of Yi Chen’s forehead, a bullet hole had opened without notice.

Streams of black liquid were continuously emerging from it, falling along the suit’s hem, trouser legs, and the bases of the shoes.

Peering into the hole in the forehead, one could see that Yi Chen’s entire brain had been blackened, with the cranial cavity filled with black liquid.

Even his emblem of a gentleman had been stained into a black book as if it were written with death scriptures.

At that moment,

the surgical thread around Yi Chen’s neck dissolved in the black water, and his corpse fell.

“What in the world is this…”

Feeling the danger, Vice President Evatt frantically waved his ten fingers, pulling ten chopper-like surgical threads to forcibly execute Yi Chen’s body.

Whoosh! A clean cut.

The body, hanging midair, was sliced into ten sections, even the brain was completely cleaved… plip plop~ the sliced body parts successively hit the ground amidst the black water.

Hiss~ Black smoke rose.

These cut pieces of flesh, tissues, and brain matter quickly dissolved into the black liquid, becoming part of it,

with only a mask-like “Dead Man Makeup” floating on the surface of the black liquid.

Vice Dean Evatt also showed a shocked expression.

His surgical thread, like part of his body, or even as his fingers, every cut on matter gave him the most intuitive tactile feedback, which was the main reason he could perform intricate surgeries.

He had clearly felt that what he had cut into was a “Dead Body.”

He didn’t understand why Yi Chen, who had already died, had not released his “last breath.”

Just then,

a sudden surge of severe pain transmitted through the surgical threads connected to his fingers, prompting him to immediately cut off all external threads.

The severed threads smoked as they were contaminated by the black liquid and eventually turned into a pool of the same black liquid.

“The ‘Cutting Death’ I inherited from Lord Rotweis was fully attached to the surgical threads, greatly enhancing their cutting and lethal capabilities, inherently carrying the Death Attribute. Why would it be corroded by this kind of black liquid?

Could it be that the Death Level of this liquid exceeds mine?

Impossible! This guy was just an ordinary gentleman, how could he possibly corrode the Death Plague back onto me?”

Gurgle Gurgle~

The pool of black liquid on the floor began to bubble incessantly, rapidly forming a figure with the “Dead Man Makeup” mask as its core.

The Vice Dean immediately shot out his surgical threads, not to cut this time but to wrap around a massive column in the hall and smash it down, attempting to interrupt this shaping process.

A horrifying scene unfolded,

as the column was contaminated the moment it approached the liquid, rapidly disintegrating, and vaporizing without even touching the black liquid.

The shaping completed,

Yi Chen appeared in a new form, dressed in a black suit, black tie, black trousers, and painted with “Dead Man Makeup,” although his state seemed not quite stable yet.

His skin and flesh would peel off along with the black liquid, seemingly unable to last for long.

[Perspective Switch – Yi Chen]

Yi Chen, whose body was reconstructed by the black liquid, received critical information transmitted by the gentleman’s clothes through his retina, divided into two parts.

1. [Sensing Psyche] increased from [4] to [5]

*An enhanced comprehension of death allows a better understanding of his own state of death, with related Death Abilities accelerating in awakening.

2. A stern warning in enlarged red and wildly distorted maggot-line font:

“The individual’s current body and spirit cannot sustain the true form of ‘Dead Man Makeup,’ and are predicted to completely disintegrate in 10 minutes. Please cancel this form in advance or provide adequate energy fuel to extend the duration.”

“Only ten minutes? I hadn’t expected the Death Attribute I brought along in life to be this potent… Ten minutes definitely won’t be enough to deal with the Vice Dean, but fortunately, I have [Fuel].”

A syringe filled with silver liquid was plunged into the neck, injecting rapidly.

The Vice Dean nearby was too late to interrupt, staring at the liquid flowing into Yi Chen’s body, he exclaimed in surprise, “Dusk Thin Silver Liquid?”

When the liquid coursed through his arteries, in addition to serving as the fuel of death, an unexpected effect was stimulated, and a Moon Seal emerged within him.

Due to Yi Chen’s prolonged physical stitching with Moon Scar,

both parties had left some residuals within each other’s bodies when they separated.

The injection of “Dusk Thin Silver Liquid” activated the residuals left inside Yi Chen, even causing a faint silver glow to emerge on his body surface.

In an instant, his topknot hairstyle turned completely silver,

Buzz!

With a gesture of his hand, the Hand Axe and firearms lying not far away swiftly flew over and were firmly grasped.

The axe blade was wrapped in silver light, the bullets also turned silver,

and at the same time, hundreds of kilometers away, in a human port city,

carrying an army of doctors and nurses, who had been slaughtering scale-infected individuals, Moon Scar suddenly stopped the killing, turned, and lifting the silver hair blocking her eyes, gazed into the distance.

She whispered a name softly.

“William…”