The Gentleman at the End
Chapter 584 - 582 - : Gathering

Chapter 584: 582 Chapter: Gathering

Gethsemane, Zion’s aftermath garden, specialized department handling exceptional events, nurtured internal fruit pickers commonly called "Executioners."

Even after relocation, Gethsemane remained in the underground area of Flumouth.

When William disclosed his identity and joined Reagan in the elevator to the underground, he immediately felt an intense killing intent accumulating below.

[Zion Incident]

If one were to speak of the department with the highest transfer rate, it would undoubtedly be Gethsemane,

due to a drastically different educational model that made the Executioners unwaveringly loyal to the organization, or rather, to Prophet Yuri.

The entire Underground City showed no signs of laxity; all Executioners were undergoing rigorous training, quickly adapting to a body devoid of skin and seeking to regain their original combat capability.

William, also a familiar figure here, received nods and meaningful glances from the Executioners as he walked through the Underground City.

The closer they approached Prophet Yuri’s house, the heavier the aura of slaughter became, to the point that even the ground was soaked with blood stains.

"This killing intent is stronger than before... has Prophet Yuri grown stronger after losing an arm?"

Before William and his companion could knock, a feminine maid opened the door from inside. The maid was William’s "student," previously the pancake-selling lady boss from the lower street lanes—Irina, who also played a key role in dispelling the [Nightmare Incident].

"Teacher, long time no see! Lord Yuri met with Miss Jin and they went straight to the lowest level of the duel arena, you should hurry down and see."

"Oh? Are they fighting?"

"It seems so, Lord Yuri’s body hasn’t been well and he’s been eating irregularly lately; prolonged combat isn’t suitable, I hope you can stop them, teacher."

"Alright."

Taking the elevator inside Prophet House, they continued to the deepest layer of the city of Flumouth, which had been converted into Yuri’s underground duel arena.

Waves of oppressive force were continuously released from below.

As the elevator reached the bottom, a strong impact burst through instantly rattling the metal door.

Before their eyes was Yuri, wrapped in bandages only at his amputated arm, his killing desire completely unleashed, a skull tie on his red shirt fluttering with each swing of his blade.

He wielded a sword single-handedly, confronting Jin who held the Blood Baby Longsword.

Though seemingly evenly matched on the surface, in some fine details of the clashes, one-armed Yuri slightly overpowered Jin, and even behind Yuri, a Demon King’s visage formed purely of killing intent could be seen.

Jin’s back tumor gradually awakened during the battle, potentially unleashing wings representing the Honored Knight identity.

However, it was merely a sparring match; they were not yet resorting to their ultimate moves.

William also stood silently at the sidelines offering his assessment: "Prophet Yuri is a true gentleman, with his skill level he could easily join a major organization in the Old World, but he chose to return to Zion and rule over Gethsemane, training Executioners and monitoring every dark corner of the organization with his prophet identity."

The maid Irina was stunned by the scene of the duel; she was very worried that Yuri would further injure himself, "Teacher, aren’t you going to stop them..."

"Don’t you see how much fun Yuri is having? He has fully adapted to using one hand, there’s no issue. Plus, he really needs to vent like this... If I’m not mistaken, he must have been repressing his urges for a long time, right?"

William simply stood by, quietly observing the battle. When air blades or malevolent waves came his way, he easily dispersed them with a slap of his hand.

Fifteen minutes passed,

Yuri grew stronger as he fought, his desire to slaughter rising, and Jin was suppressing her breath... just as she was about to release her back tumor to display her Feathered Form.

Whoosh—a figure instantly intervened, standing between the two.

"So fast." Even Reagan, who was watching, could not clearly see William’s just action.

Ding!

William first caught Yuri’s descending Slaughter Knife with a glove formed from his Skin, his foot sank into the ground but held firm.

He also gently placed his left hand on Jin’s shoulder, conveying his words.

"Enough, conserve your strength, prepare fully for the reclaiming operation... Jin." A compulsory stabilization from Madness Brain calmed Jin down

Ensuring Jin’s condition was stable and her back tumor no longer blossoming, William slowly turned his head back to face Prophet Yuri behind him.

"Mr. Yuri, long time no see!"

"William, you’re back!"

As soon as Yuri saw this old friend, with whom he once discussed maid production, he stopped his slaughter stance. Now, he no longer needed his bandages to seal and control most of his killing intent, and his everyday routine had freed him from the confines of a wheelchair.

He slid his slaughter knife back into his waistband and squeezed William’s shoulder,

"Not bad, your physique is pretty sturdy~ It seems like you gained a lot from the Old World."

"Not bad."

"Great! With your return and Jin’s, we can start preparing for the plan to take back control... This time we must completely eradicate that group of Blood people.

I need to rush upstairs to summarize the comprehensive data from Cesimani, and get Desline on top of things."

Yuri was in great spirits, and even Irina, the maid standing by, was excited as well.

Since Yuri’s withdrawal from Zion, his face had been expressionless, buried in the workshop day and night, often going days without eating.

Who would have known, while everyone was still riding the elevator, the citywide broadcast had already started.

"All Gentlemen who have reached the Open Source Level are requested to attend the comprehensive gathering at the Flumouth Center - [Frontal Sanatorium] for the take-back plan. Please be there within ten minutes."

"Desline sure works efficiently... Let’s go together."

The meeting room was located on the top floor of the sanatorium, with a total of 131 Gentlemen present.

Unlike previous gatherings of Gentlemen, the biggest difference this time was that although everyone was wearing the same suits as before, except William and Mandy, others did not possess the Skin attribute, but were purely tailor-made beings.

Gentlemen at the Open Source Level sat around the perimeter,

while those who had completed the Path and reached the Silver Circle Level sat at the central conference table, representing the highest combat power of Zion at the moment and crucial to the take-back plan, including:

One of the organization’s founders and the overall coordinator of this meeting, the First Doctor - Gregory Alaus

Recognized as the First Prophet and the one who first perceived the invasion by the Blood people and contributed greatly to the evacuation and relocation, Desline Baldivia.

The ruler of Cesimani, the chief instructor of the Executioners, Slaughter Prophet Yuri.

Highly admired by Magician Jian, recognized as the most promising young prophet, founders of Twin Secret Sect - Marko and Martin.

Additionally, William, Jin, and Reagan, three youths unique in Zion’s history, who completed the Path in team formation.

Also present were many gentlemen stuck at "Open Source Limit" due to Path issues, stalling their progress.

Moreover, the Skinning Incident caused by the Zion catastrophe had stripped many of those aspiring to become Skin Bag Apostles, cutting off their paths forward

This included a genius, once competing with William for the title of First Gentleman, the favorite student of wrinkled skin Spacy, cross-dressing tailor - Jessica Lores, and the monster of Cesimani, Mandy Lussen, who suffered from mixed connective tissue disease.

Especially the latter, who was supposed to have completed the Path to become a Skin Bag Apostle several months ago, only to face such an unexpected setback.

Furthermore,

there was still an empty seat at the center round table arranged for the Silver Circle Gentlemen, corresponding to someone who, for some reason, was late.

First Doctor Gregory Alaus waved to a secretary nearby,

"Any news from the doctors we sent to the Old World for contact?"

"Yes, they have returned to this world, but ’that director’ had to stop by the Feren Great Graveyard on the way to pay respects to an old friend, delaying some matters."

"Never mind, let’s start planning then, and we’ll just inform him of the plan when he arrives."

Just as the First Doctor was about to announce the start of the meeting, a series of footsteps came from outside the meeting room.

The moment the footsteps were heard, many Gentlemen bearing the title of ’Doctor’ visibly anticipated something,

while William alone seemed as if facing a formidable enemy, with the Iron Chains inside him shaking uncontrollably.

"Why would someone from the Suffering Monastery come to the organization?!"