The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 603 - 284 The Beginning

Clark was a Night Watcher.

He was one of the Night Patrol.

Every day, apart from conducting simple training in the woods outside the city, he would stroll leisurely around the city.

Relying on his high attributes, he would occasionally listen to the conversations of the city’s residents.

And constantly conduct Identification based on time and distance.

Overall, it was quite a leisurely life.

Of course, this leisurely time did not last long.

As tensions rose within the Liberty City Alliance, he had no choice but to spend more time investigating and analyzing the current situation and intelligence.

Today, he was patrolling the streets.

Halfway through, he encountered Basilo, knowing him to be the eldest son of the City Lord.

However, he was not favored.

Recently, he often stayed in taverns, and his captain seemed to value this young man somewhat.

He seriously suspected that the captain intended to introduce this young man as a Night Watcher.

Since the two were acquainted, Basilo, finding himself idle and bored lately, accompanied him for a walk and chat along the street.

However, during their walk.

They witnessed a massive explosion in the direction of the castle.

When he quickly arrived at the scene, he saw that a huge stone slab had been lifted.

There was fierce fighting in the direction of the castle walls; the walls, nearly tens of meters high, were almost entirely destroyed.

There were deep pits and smoke and dust swirling around.

With his keen eyesight, he spotted a powerful figure he had never seen in the city before.

With serpent-like features.

However, he got hit directly by the stone slab.

The one who launched this attack was the City Lord of Green Forest City, his most trusted guard.

Clark had seen him at important occasions multiple times.

He instinctively activated Identification.

Then he saw a somewhat unusual small snake emerge from beneath the stone slab, slipping away toward the outside of the city.

Clark instantly became cautious and suspicious, temporarily reporting this intelligence through the channel.

Then he followed behind the small snake.

During the chase, he encountered Basilo who had fallen behind unable to keep up with the speed.

Somehow, Basilo ended up following closely behind him, and the two chased it outside the city together.

After chasing and observing all the way, Clark was certain.

This small snake was very likely one of the combatants that just transformed.

And he had already understood from the channel.

What exactly had happened during the battle.

An assassination.

No doubt, this small snake was the assassin.

Andorfar was full of panic inside at this time.

Was this person talking to him?

Did he discover him?

Why?

As an assassin, Andorfar was extremely vigilant. After acquiring the snake power, he had undergone numerous tests.

It required high-level detection arrays or equipment to discover him, let alone someone noticing anything amiss with the naked eye.

The possibility of this happening perhaps meant that the person’s power far exceeded his own.

Or possessed very powerful observational means.

But in any case, none of these were something he could handle in his current near-death state.

With his current condition, even encountering a child could result in death.

"You shouldn’t be a snake, right? I saw the battle in the castle."

With these words, Andorfar no longer harbored any illusions.

He transformed from the form of a snake into a man, collapsing on the grass.

Basilo, who had followed Clark here, looked at the man’s appearance and couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

His information was not well-informed, so he did not know that this man had killed his brother.

He only saw the man’s extremely tragic appearance.

The left side from shoulder to abdomen had a massive gash, and the right arm was completely severed.

His body showed signs of loss as well as being crushed.

The lower half was also covered with scars.

This condition was unlike what a living person should have; such injuries should have resulted in death long ago.

Seeing this scene.

Clark frowned.

He reported this situation through the channel.

Soon received a response from the captain.

"Drink this; at least it will keep you from dying."

With that, Clark pulled a potion from the space waist bag and tossed it over, while tightening his grip on his weapon.

The transformed Andorfar from a snake to a man was too weak to speak, shakily gulping down the potion.

Feeling the restorative effects of the healing, he felt considerably better.

Although he still appeared miserable.

Before he could do anything, he felt a shackle directly locking onto his body.

This shackle evidently contained magic power, rendering him immobile instantly.

A figure emerged from behind him.

"Captain," Clark said.

Basilo looked at the person and smiled, nodding, "Angos, you came just in time."

The person called Angos was the person in charge of the Night Watchers in this region.

A Level 6 Night Watch Captain.

He glanced at Basilo, evidently realizing that he was not aware of the current situation.

"Basilo, go back to the castle; your father likely needs you now."

Though the words were somewhat strange, Basilo, having noticed the castle’s unrest earlier, nodded and left decisively.

The arriving Angos did not pay attention to Andorfar, whom he had captured, but focused on Clark.

"Things are getting troublesome; the conflict might have already reached an unavoidable situation."

"Although it was expected, when it really happens, it’s indeed disorienting," Clark scratched his head, looking evidently frustrated.

The two chatted briefly.

Angos looked at Andorfar.

"You are Andorfar, right? Sent here by North Shore City?"

Seeing Andorfar’s somewhat surprised look, Angos did not say much more.

There wasn’t much information to discuss.

This person was merely a tool.

"So what should we do with him?" Clark asked.

"Hand him over to the City Lord, though it won’t change anything."

...

Inside the castle at this time.

Ankelo sat in his seat, looking exceptionally sullen.

His offspring was dead, assassinated.

Right here in the castle.

The assassin even escaped.

Rudus knelt below, lowering his head.

Ankelo pondered; if it were in the past, although his offspring had died, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

Because the opponent’s offspring had also died, and the blame pointed unmistakably to his side.

But this time was different.

He had seen the Stone of Creation, and after knowing its precise usage, he realized how powerful it was.

His ambition inevitably swelled.

"Send more people to explore, I need to find more stones. Any force daring to snatch them doesn’t matter, just ignore the rules and kill anyone as necessary.

If it’s North Shore City, then we’ll start the war on the spot."

Time was pressing; now it was a matter of who first failed to follow the rules.

He had already made up his mind.

The fragile Liberty City Alliance, after the first existence who completely defied rules appeared, had already started its descent into the abyss of civil war.