The Gentleman at the End
Chapter 593 - 591: Up the Mountain

Chapter 593: Chapter 591: Up the Mountain

As everyone gradually fleshed out and refined the battle plans, William remained in a contemplative state.

The core issue of the recapture plan had never been directly addressed in the meetings,

William, having mingled in the major regions of the Old World recently, had gained a substantial understanding of the Old World’s pathology and was very clear that the "World Infection" was irreversible.

The "channel" that connected the two worlds was the wound that resulted from the infection, signifying the progression of the world’s infection. If such a ’wound’ could be healed, the organization would have started sealing the channels that had appeared all over the world long ago.

Just as William sought an opportunity to raise the issue of the "channel," Jin suddenly spoke up loudly, interrupting the others,

"Hey! When I blow up the pulse tower built by the skin factory, how are you going to seal the channel? As far as I know, there’s no permanent fix for these things, right?"

The room fell silent, and it was Doctor Araus who answered,

"Jin, you and William came back later than the others; indeed, we forgot to explain to you in detail about sealing the channel.

Indeed, under world infection, the channel cannot be healed... However, the "channel" in Zion was not formed due to world infection, but through an intrinsic connection established between the ’First Gentleman’ and the skin factory, created with the sacrifice of the First Gentleman’s life force and the technical support provided by the factory’s side, resulting in the ’Skin Bag Channel’."

This channel cannot allow the transfer of living beings, it is only used for the transportation of skin materials.

I do not know by what means the Blood Citizens managed to adapt the ’Skin Bag Channel’ to transport individuals, and even to bring over the sufferers of the Silver Circle.

But no matter how the properties of the channel are changed, this channel has always been created with the ’First Gentleman’ at its core.

As long as the connection between the First Gentleman and the skin factory is severed, the channel will close."

We have already gained evidence for this from the attitude of the Blood Citizens towards Galon.

Four months ago, when the Zion incident erupted, Galon transformed himself into an otherworldly teleportation gate to seal the channel. Yet the Blood Citizens, the Skin Slaves, did not harm Galon; instead, they took a greater cost and more time to seal and wrap him with skin until the world infection was complete and there was no longer a divide between the two worlds, at which point Galon would be dispensable."

William, hearing this, had another question on his mind, "It shouldn’t be easy to sever Galon’s connection with the skin factory, right? Otherwise, they would have directly severed this connection at the first sign of the Zion incident instead of leading to the current situation.

Wait a minute! Are you saying you want to—"

William suddenly realized the method to sever the connection. The Doctor Araus sitting opposite him had an exceptionally indifferent expression and confirmed the conclusion William had deduced,

"Correct, if we kill Galon, the channel will automatically close... This is the core of our recapture plan.

However, there are quite a few within the organization who oppose this approach, as it completely contradicts our gentleman-like principles. Therefore, we have been seeking a better way,

Finally, Principal Desline, through her stargazing skill, found a better method, one that only one person within the organization can carry out."

William had already grasped the underlying meaning of these words, pointing his index finger at himself: "Me?"

"Mr. Spacy, who gained the trust of the Skin Factory and was granted the ’Skin Sack Bible’, is still unable to avoid the dermal peeling brought about by the pulse tower.

However, the skin outfits you wear, William, are completely unaffected, which is clearly a secret of yours. Nevertheless, we speculate that you possess some special method or special skin that can override the authority of the Skin Factory.

It should be able to sever Galon’s connection with the skin factory."

And as Doctor Araus put forward this theory, a string of yellow text appeared on William’s retina.

≮A bunch of calculating humans... pretty smart heads. He’s right; your chosen ’First Gentleman’ is key to sustaining the ’Skin Bag Channel.’

As a top-tier skin unaffected by the control of the Skin Factory, I can indeed sever this connection.

But consider the risks; the Seven Marquis will not let you succeed. Once you approach the channel, they will use every means to stop you.≯

『Galon is a talent; he must not die... I’ll trouble you then, Yellow Skin. We will bear the risks. Moreover, if Galon can be saved, it might advance our ultimate purpose to some extent.』

≮Fine, I will assist you. Also, I personally dislike these blood-stained guys, do your best to kill them all.≯

After a brief psychic communication, William nodded in response, "As long as I can touch Galon, I can sever his connection with the skin factory... Leave this to me."

"Good."

With the details of the plan completed, the meeting officially ended, and William gestured to retrieve the clothes spread out on the table.

Six hours remained before the full-fledged night attack.

William, Jin, and Reagan had a rare moment of leisure time and gathered again in a squad at a well-reputed restaurant.

Reagan was his usual self, flaunting the various foods in his bowl without a care for his image.

William had already eaten nourishing food at the Viscount’s house and was not hungry now; in fact, he even felt a bit of blood congestion.

"Jin, we’ll be at a significant disadvantage at the start of the counter-invasion," William said. "I’m afraid we’ll need to go all out from the beginning. Can you use that otherworldly weapon you found normally now?"

"Oh, you’re talking about this, right?"

Jin, who was eating, tilted back his head, and a lotus-shaped broken sword slowly emerged from his mouth, still covered in food residue.

"It can exert its original effect, but the conditions are quite stringent. I need to enter ’Feathered Form’ and fully activate my cancerous attributes to fill the broken sword.

Don’t worry, I will use it if there’s real danger.

Do you want to see it now?"

"No need, conserve your energy for tonight—we have a major decisive battle! Eat up."

"Then I’ll take it back," Jin said, swallowing the sword back into his body, eating more than usual.

After they finished eating, William reached out and gently patted Reagan’s shoulder, "Zede will be counting on you, Reagan."

Reagan didn’t say much, only making an OK gesture.

...

Night fell.

The moon, obstructed by clouds and fog, suddenly became more active in the night sky, different from yesterday’s method of piercing through the clouds with its moonlight.

The activated moon seemed to have become a vivid celestial life form.

The craters on its surface became more distinct, even appearing like a distorted human face.

Surprisingly, the moonlight began to coalesce into silvery white arms on both sides of the moon, parting the clouds themselves.

Reaching towards the world, illuminating the earth.

This scene was like the descent of a god; as the moon, which initially seemed no larger than a cue ball, slowly drew closer, it became as large as a washbasin.

The more dazzling silver lunar light fell, not harming the blood citizens but rather allowing them to bathe in it, feeling the tranquility named ’Moon Night,’ instinctively wanting to fall into sleep.

The moon of the Old World was once like this,

when night fell, the ancient moon would slowly approach the ground, sprinkling a comfortable lunar plague that coaxed people into relaxation, so the blood citizens fully accepted this unusual phenomenon, some even believing it to be a sign that the World Infection was nearing completion.

As the blood citizens one by one relaxed in its embrace,

a covert human force hidden in the shadows of the moonlight successfully climbed the hill, and by the time the blood citizens responsible for guarding the city gate noticed them, the leading youth had already placed his palm on the city wall.

Where the palm touched, a vortex of skin formed, immediately softening and peeling off the skin forming the wall’s structure, all being ’enslaved’ and sucked in.

As the skin was stripped away, exposing the Blood Wall’s structure,

Clang, clang, clang~

A unique Special Iron Chain was produced from within Mr. Asimov’s body,

a cutting iron chain formed through a surgical knife curtain specifically for dealing with the Prisoners in the depths of the Monastery.

The chain rapidly moved over the Blood Wall, and the concept of cutting permeated it, one could even hear the wall’s anguished cries of pain from the slicing.

Crack! A 50×50m section of the Blood Wall was cut out, creating an opening in the city wall large enough for everyone to pass through.

"The retaking plan, officially begins!"