Endless Debt Chapter 1020 - 94: Gathering of All Evils (Part 3)

"Was your Third Group dispatched here as well?" Yas looked behind him, but the fog shrouded the majority of people’s figures, leaving him unable to see anything.

"Yes, perhaps they’re afraid of the sealed building incident happening again. Our group, known for storming the Void Realm, has also been deployed here."

Lynch nodded and continued, "Besides us, the Tenth Group and the Ninth Group are also here."

Standing at the edge of the cliff, Lynch leaned out as if he would fall in the next second.

"I guess the Fourth Group should also be mobilized. They’re located within the Abandoned Land, and Holt is there too. If we launch an offensive at the wandering crossroads, coordinating with Holt inside and out, we might be able to destroy this place."

Listening to Lynch’s analysis, Yas felt a wave of exhaustion, "This feeling is truly peculiar."

"What feeling?" Lynch turned around.

"Just like you said, the reenactment of the secret war," Yas paused, "but I feel this isn’t a reenactment. For me, for us, this war never ended; it was merely a halftime break.

Now it’s back, and we must end it... or be ended by it."

Lynch was aware of Yas’s past and understood the emotions he was bearing. Lynch had also participated in the secret war, but fortunately, he was already part of the Third Group then, unlike Yas and others who were reassigned after the Second Group disbanded.

During the secret war, the Third Group was responsible for overcoming the temporary Void Realm constructed by the King’s Secret Sword, which were like fortresses they had to find a way to destroy. With the cover of other action groups, the Third Group seldom engaged directly with the King’s Secret Sword, thus suffering fewer casualties.

Lynch dug into his pocket and took out a bright Mammon Coin.

"They say that by paying taxes to the Tyrant, your wishes can be fulfilled."

The Mammon Coin rolled on the back of Lynch’s hand, then bounced up and he caught it.

"Then I’ll make a wish..."

Lynch tossed the Mammon Coin into the Sea of Mist.

"Eradicate all evil."

The coin passed through the Sea of Mist, clattering in the skywalk, rolling a distance on the rusty metal corridor, then falling again into a bizarrely twisted building below.

Such a building crawled along the cliff like ivy, the coin stumbled and eventually rested in a dark corner, so shiny and pristine, a stark contrast to the filth of this place.

The mist slowly swallowed the coin, and when it dispersed again, the gleaming coin was gone.

In the dim space, a coin appeared out of nowhere, then fell into the vast Canyin Sea, followed by more coins appearing sporadically and falling like a drizzle.

Endless coins piled up in the darkness, the golden glow creating a sea of gold, a mountain. At the edge of this towering pile of wealth, a sinister and strange silhouette busied himself at his desk.

Mammon picked up a tool and meticulously engraved the coin before him, designing a new pattern for it.

Chants of melody played in Mammon’s ear, the strange whispers of coins colliding with each other—a succession of wishes murmured softly by people.

One wish caught Mammon’s attention.

"Eradicate all evil?"

Mammon laughed as if hearing a joke, his trembling laughter causing the Canyin Sea to churn and roar.

He stood up, his form towering, and when he closed his eyes and opened them again, he was in a familiar room, sitting on a worn-out sofa, a pile of televisions stacked before him like monitors, exposing all the movements of the action groups.

Mammon appeared to be anticipating something, plotting something. A knock on the door, and Gray walked in.

"You called for me?" Gray asked.

Mammon turned around in delight, shifted slightly to make space on the sofa, and gestured for Gray to come over and sit.

Gray did not refuse; he had already surrendered his body and soul to Mammon, like a slave.

Sitting beside Mammon, Gray also saw the movements of the action groups. The Order Bureau’s momentum this time was enormous, something Gray had known for a while.

"I don’t know if they’re here for the King’s Shield Guard or... for here."

Even as Mammon’s debtor, Gray was unwilling to call them "we."

The conflict in Fog Abyss Fortress with Bologue wasn’t a secret in the wandering crossroads; Bologue’s tyrannical command nearly destroyed half of Fog Abyss Fortress, a historic building, and the geological shift caused by the battle led to tremors in the crossroads. Many structures collapsed in the aftermath’s vibration, and some detached directly from the cliffs, falling into the dense mists below.

"It doesn’t matter who they’re here for," Mammon said confidently.

Not only were the Astronauts plotting a conspiracy, but Mammon was also premeditating something. He had already learned about Bologue’s uniqueness and disseminated this information.

Mammon didn’t know how many blood kin would respond to his call, but what was certain was that the still-going conflict would now stir again.

"How did you feel when you saw him?"

The image on the television flickered once more, and a familiar figure appeared before Gray.

The black robe accentuated the hunched silhouette, a silver white mask snugly fitted to the face, when the Shadow King sat motionless, the aura of death enveloping him would often make one mistake him for a corpse.