Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 736 - 611: Handing the Blade_2

Chapter 736: Chapter 611: Handing the Blade_2

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No matter what he did, he always considered whether it would bring down the thundering might of the warship.

Masasuke Hazuki did the same, whenever he looked up, he saw the shadow of Orochi looming over him, overshadowing his entire being.

On the evening of August 3, he got into an unmanned taxi, carrying a crude camouflage off-road backpack. He looked especially pale and weak, but still maintained his meticulous silence, just like before.

Heavy rain fell on the nearby streets and buildings; the rain was so intense, it pounded his eardrums like drums of varying tones.

Glancing up, behind the dark, low shanties was the brightly lit core urban area of Jialong Slope, where high-rising hotels and office buildings nearly touched the warships in the sky, their dazzling lights shining through windows, illuminating neighboring districts as bright as day, a place of endless merriment every night.

Since he had been hiding in the outskirts of Jialong Slope, Masasuke Hazuki hadn’t returned to the lights for a long time, he gazed at the scene, utterly lost in thought, until startled by an electronic prompt.

"Jialong Slope Express Taxi Service at your service. Sir, where would you like to go?"

"Drive forward 50 meters," Masasuke Hazuki pressed his forehead.

The taxi moved forward a bit and stopped; he opened the door and stared at a patch of open ground for a while.

The Old Poet was supposed to appear.

He had left a code for the Old Poet to meet here, if he didn’t show up, it meant the situation in the city was too dangerous for the Old Poet to make an appearance.

Now the Old Poet indeed hadn’t shown up, indicating the situation was truly dire.

Fortunately, even in the worst-case scenario, the Old Poet had a backup consciousness file and clone body within the Corporate Alliance, so the Old Poet could be revived no matter what.

But Masasuke Hazuki was completely on his own now.

The terminal machine he had stolen from Kanako was becoming a hot potato; Masasuke Hazuki used a signal blocking device to prevent its positioning module, but without the Old Poet showing up, the device was useless to him.

The airspace was sealed, the bay was guarded by war vessels, and by land, it would take at least 200 kilometers to reach another Corporate Alliance stronghold.

With no way out, as an Oathbreaker, he was seen as an enemy by all natural forces, once he left the city he would be strangled by the jungle.

The Forest Master’s oath was so powerful, no one had survived betrayal.

Not only was the wilderness forest outside filled with murderous intent, Masasuke Hazuki was also living a hard-to-bear clandestine life in the city, with rats whispering secrets, revealing his whereabouts, the fierce wind almost snatching away his soul, the downpour damaging his skin.

When he walked in puddles, he felt his feet bound by the water, making it impossible to walk normally.

The Oathbreaker’s days were numbered. Masasuke Hazuki realized.

Masasuke Hazuki quietly contemplated for a while, then simply stepped out of the taxi and into the depths of the alley.

He roamed aimlessly through the labyrinth-like alleys for a dozen minutes or so, finally stopping in a late-night café selling cheap coffee. There, he bought a coffee and took a sip to relieve the pressure.

Testing how much nature despised him, he bought a lot of cat food and fed it to the stray cats in the alley, which numbered in the dozens, huddling on top of garbage cans sheltering from the rain.

He fed them the cat food, the stray cats ate the food and also nibbled off one of Masasuke Hazuki’s fingers.

I truly am... at a dead end.

The rain had swelled to the point that many places were completely submerged; Masasuke Hazuki turned his head and saw waves of rainwater surging towards him, like massive waves on land.

"I’ve never seen anything so scary in my life..." a mechanical body sitting on a doorstep said.

"It’s coming for me," Masasuke Hazuki stood up, swiped his card to pay, then walked towards the noisy street.

After he entered the commercial street, the rushing tide of rain hesitated at the mouth of the alley.

Masasuke Hazuki stood on the concrete path, turning to watch the endlessly surging waves, and glanced at the cameras hanging high above; they had already turned in his direction.

Running wasn’t a problem, but Masasuke Hazuki had already decided to take a good rest.

He strolled along the street.

Masasuke Hazuki glanced at his cash card, which still had 78,000 left. He went to a transaction machine and donated the money to an animation studio in Shangjing specializing in hero animations, commemorating the positive impact those images had on him.

With the remaining time, he sat in a dry place and listened to music.

A few minutes later, he heard barking and turned his head to see Snowball running out from a park, with Seeking Shadow following behind like a shadow. The pursuers had arrived; they had been tracking Masasuke Hazuki for a long time.

I’ve been discovered. Masasuke Hazuki put the camouflage backpack on the ground; with the Old Poet unable to arrive as scheduled, the terminal would only become a burden, and he could only find a suitable grave for himself.

Then, he ran towards the Port District at a leisurely pace.

Snowball crossed the street, picking up the bag of the camouflage pack, looping the strap over its head and dragging it away.

"Woof!" It barked at Seeking Shadow.

"I’ll chase after him," Seeking Shadow, wearing a raincoat, chased after Masasuke Hazuki through the heavy rain.

It was as if he was mocking Seeking Shadow, with several opportunities to easily escape, but he intentionally slowed down at several points to let Seeking Shadow catch up with him.

Masasuke Hazuki finally stopped on the elongated pier.

He turned in the cold air to look into the distance.

Jialong Slope’s massive anti-landing machinery designed to prevent smugglers was still positioned in the midst of the sea, enduring the constant battering of the waves, the searchlights cast huge white circles scanning across the sea surface, making people uneasy, with checkpoints, electronic screens, and public notice boards scattered in the perimeter area to prevent the random entry and exit of people.

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