Endless Debt Chapter 641 - 152 Noble People

Throughout the journey, Ewen encountered many bizarre events, such as being attacked by wolves while camping in the wild, asking a kind person for directions only to be robbed, or stumbling upon these strange things at unexpected moments.

Too many unfortunate incidents made Ewen almost accustomed to them. When he noticed the anomaly in the train carriage, he wasn’t too surprised.

Just found it troublesome.

Ewen considered himself a Poet with noble character, not a professional executioner. If he encountered Demons in the wilderness, he only needed to chop off their heads and leave them for the hungry animals and insects.

But now, on a speeding train surrounded by sleeping passengers, Ewen needed a perfect way to resolve this crisis.

"There’s no such thing as absolute perfection; everything has flaws."

Ewen mumbled to himself inwardly, suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance with the Demon.

The Demon still had some rationality; he never expected Ewen to launch an attack. According to intelligence, the only Condenser from the Order Bureau was at the end of the train carriage, and their team’s Condenser had gone to tackle them.

The whole train was supposed to be an unrestricted buffet for the Demons, but now an interfering person had appeared.

Instinctively, the Demon launched an attack, swinging a hook punch; his sharp claws slashed through the headrest of the seat, scattering cotton everywhere.

Ewen did not dodge; instead, he dashed into the Demon’s embrace, avoiding the sweep of the claws, firmly grasping the Short Sword in hand, and in a moment of intertwined bodies, Ewen pierced through the Demon’s shoulder joint with a thrust.

The Short Sword jammed the joint’s movement; Ewen released the sword, then held it in reverse grip, like a lever, exerting force downward. The Demon only managed a muffled whimper before being pressed down by Ewen again.

With one hand grabbing the Demon’s hair, Ewen forced him to lift his head high, then shattered the Demon’s throat with a knee strike.

The Demon’s neck completely collapsed, throat clogged with clots of blood; before he could spit blood all over the mask, Ewen laboriously removed the Demon’s gas mask and wore it himself.

Deep breath.

Apart from a bit of the scent of blood, everything was fine.

Like a shark, Ewen felt his body burning, as if youth had revisited him... it had never left.

The Short Sword danced between his hands; Ewen crossed over the Demon’s corpse, staring directly at the other advancing Demons.

A girl asked him during this long attempt whether he had discovered any new talents.

Ewen was uncertain if his ruthless methods counted as a talent. If they did, he considered the reunion with his talent timely.

The second Demon roared and then charged at Ewen.

The narrow passage limited Ewen’s movement; he only had the options to advance or retreat. Retreating led to the hiding girl at the connection, while advancing faced the Demons.

Ewen disliked the girl’s playful attitude towards adults, but his self-restraint warned Ewen he couldn’t sit idly by.

Anyone could ignore the situation, but not Ewen.

Ewen loathed his noble character, which often brought unnecessary troubles, yet after solving them, he indulged in the joy of success, becoming addicted to it.

Sometimes Ewen wondered if he was a hypocritical person.

The Demon approached; even though Ewen assumed a defensive posture, he still staggered from the rapid impact.

The Short Sword plunged into the Demon’s body, likely piercing through his internal organs. In a blink, substantial blood overflowed from the bloodletting groove, yet this time, Ewen was pushed by the Demon, crashing through the door, falling at the carriage’s connection.

Ewen fell heavily to the ground, with the Demon riding on top, swinging his claws wildly. Ewen had to release the Short Sword, clamping the Demon’s hands, wrestling with him.

No matter how young at heart or regularly exercised his body was, Ewen couldn’t escape the judgment of time. If he were a few years younger, the Demon wouldn’t have knocked him over.

They wrestled together, at the edge of Ewen’s view, the girl shrank in the corner trembling.

Muscles tense, veins pulsating, claws sharp as knives close in; a slight mistake, and Ewen would be pierced, killed.

The Demon’s strength gradually increased, like a heavy rock, nearly overwhelming Ewen.

For a moment, Ewen could have escaped, but he wanted to be a noble person.

Ewen often worried that he wasn’t a noble person; along the way, he did many good deeds, helped many people, everyone continuously persuading Ewen, telling him he was a noble person, some even praised him as possessing the knightly spirit of the old times.

Yet Ewen still doubted himself.

It was also perhaps because they made a mistake, his actions were merely manifestations driven by a distorted psyche, to please and comfort himself.

What he needed was not selflessly helping others, but an experienced psychiatrist.

What if others knew that Ewen was constantly doubting himself?

Would it surprise them that noble Ewen was constantly examining himself and questioning himself, would they realize Ewen’s hypocrisy?

Perhaps people wouldn’t be surprised, they too doubted Ewen’s nobility—just like Ewen doubted himself.

This possibility made Ewen feel an overwhelming fear.

And an immense relief.

The claws gradually approached, blood gathered at the razor-sharp edge, dripping onto the visor of the gas mask, staining the view a blood-red color.

Ewen heard the sound of shattering, the claws pierced through the visor bit by bit, the bloody scene cracked, covered with countless fissures.

It was time to pay the price for his nobility, Ewen was ready.

"Get up!"

The girl kicked the wall, ran up, turned sideways, and forcefully shoved away the Demon.

The oppressive intention of death swiftly dissipated, Ewen flipped over, pinned the Demon beneath him, extracted the Short Sword stabbed in his abdomen, gripped the hilt single-handedly, and stabbed toward the Demon’s throat.

The positions of the two shifted, the situation reversed in an instant, the Demon’s claws intersected, blocking the descending Short Sword, Ewen was in a deadlock with it, and during the stalemate, the Demon was gradually pushing Ewen away.

Mocking sounds came from the breathing valve of the gas mask, seemingly mocking Ewen’s aging, no matter how robust the old man was, he couldn’t stand against the mutated Demon.

Ewen sneered, growling as he raised his fist, like a furious Blacksmith, repeatedly pounding the hilt, with each strike the Short Sword drew closer to the Demon’s throat, ever closer.

Rapid footsteps sounded from behind, a third Demon discovered the anomaly here, leaving Ewen no chance of victory, surrounded and under threat from both sides.

Ewen didn’t hesitate, accelerated the swinging of his heavy fist, according to his calculations, as long as the third Demon didn’t take off his head in one blow, he still had the strength to counterattack, dealing with the one beneath him first, then finding a way to deal with the one behind.

The Short Sword pierced through the Demon’s throat but didn’t fully penetrate, the Demon, no longer mocking Ewen, let out a scream of terror.

Just a few more strikes, Ewen could kill him, but the third Demon had already reached Ewen’s back, Ewen could even hear the sound of claws swishing through the air.

It was too late.

The open car door closed swiftly, claws shattered the small window, glass shards sprinkled upon Ewen’s head.

"Come on!"

The girl leaned against the wall on one side, using all her strength to press her feet against the door frame, firmly closing the car door, suspending her whole body in the air as a result.

Ewen glanced at the girl and suddenly laughed involuntarily, the next moment a heavy punch stronger than ever swung down, after a heavy, muffled sound, the Short Sword plunged deeper, piercing through the Demon’s throat, shattering the cervical vertebrae, nailing into the ground below.

Pulling out the Short Sword, Ewen turned and threw it in an instant, it passed through the shattered small window and hit the Demon’s chest in one strike, followed by a strong hand reaching through the window, grabbing the Demon’s head.

Ewen dragged the Demon’s head, forcibly pulling him out of the small window, then holding the head tightly, using his weight to bring it down onto the window ledge below, which was covered with jagged glass shards.

Like an improvised guillotine.

The glass shards easily pierced the Demon’s throat, but this was not the end, Ewen, like venting his anger, punched the Demon’s head repeatedly, the jagged glass shards cutting deeper, until the entire head was severed in this twisted manner.

It’s finally over.

Ewen sat wearily on the ground, tying the Short Sword back to his left arm, the carriage rocking slightly, the Demon’s head rolling around.

"Aren’t you scared?"

Ewen looked at the girl squatting on the other side, curious.

"Um...a little."

The girl frowned, turned her head to open the window, and leaned over the windowsill to retch violently.