When the Wild Beast is Trapped in the Nightmare Cycle (BL)
Chapter 635: Not Found

Chapter 635: Not Found

"Still no progress?" Noir asked in a low voice, only to be met with heavy silence.

The atmosphere inside the medical bay was as bleak and gloomy as the overcast sky outside. Even though there were no less than ten people in there, it remained as quiet as a graveyard with no one speaking. The soldiers’ faces were tense, their eyes fixated on the figure receiving treatment as though dark clouds were looming above their heads.

Out of everyone, Noir could be considered the most relaxed—

—even though his condition was the most battered among all.

The Eldest Young Master had, after shooting two consecutive missiles and firing no less than a thousand shots, abruptly collapsed right in front of everyone’s eyes. And at the same time, the enemy tank had seized the chance to blow him up with a bomb, even though they still failed to kill him in the end. Still, the young master was left with cracks all over his mechanical body; his right leg and half of his right arm had even been blasted off!

He was sent into the emergency treatment pod straight away, with the researchers working their ass off to repair his body.

After one and a half hours, they delivered the great news that the Eldest Young Master had regained consciousness and nothing was wrong with him, only that he had overused his energy core. The missing parts of his body had also been replaced with the latest model, brand new mechanical limbs, returning him to his original state.

He would be fine after a little recharging—which was what Noir was doing right now.

He had shed off his tattered suit and, clad only in a fresh pair of trousers, lounged leisurely inside the recharging pod. His awe-inspiring mechanical body, almost as if it had been sculpted to the point of perfection, was exposed for everyone to see and admire. Every hard contour and ridge only served to highlight the destructive power hidden beneath the surface.

Alas, the soldiers were in no state of mind to appreciate and marvel at the masterpiece before them.

For their Eldest Young Master, whom they had considered invincible, had almost died right in front of their eyes. The sight was as devastating as if the sky itself had collapsed.

—Of course, the situation was not as severe as the soldiers had made it out to be.

Noir had done everything on purpose, from overexerting himself to the point of draining his energy core and even being blasted by enemy bombs, he had calculated each step with terrifying precision to achieve the effects he wanted to see right now.

He had long noticed the blind worship and trust in everyone’s eyes when they looked at him, treating him almost like a god, and while Noir was generally indifferent in nature, over time, he finally decided that he’d had enough.

The idea had sparked in his mind when he conversed with Gu Luoxin, and once the call ended, he had immediately gone to get it done. And sure enough, he had succeeded in the end.

Albeit risky, the reward was too tempting to be ignored.

He wanted to use this accident to instill into everyone’s mind that he was not indestructible. Even though most of his body had been mechanically transformed, he was still—and would always be—a human in the end. And there was a limit to what a human could do.

He was also forcing Master Nasser to make a decision this way.

His cheap father had remained silent in the face of the current war, leaving everything to his eldest son to handle. He was treating Noir as a war weapon, a single individual with the might of thousands, trusting him to push the sirens back to the sea.

Would Noir obediently allow himself to be used just like that? Heh, not a chance.

And so, Noir personally orchestrated this farce as a form of rebellion from a son who was no longer interested in keeping up the obedient act. Lo and behold, at the prospect of losing his precious heir, a nationwide announcement was soon made that Master Nasser had called for a ceasefire, inviting the siren elders and commanders to an official conference about the peace treaty.

However, Noir’s earlier query had nothing to do with the peace treaty—or whether it could be held in the first place. Instead, he was asking about the progress into the investigation of Young Master Ares’ missing corpse.

Alas, the result was bound to disappoint.

"We... found nothing," the soldier replied, his head bowed in shame.

"Nothing?" Noir echoed, causing the man to lower his head further. "Have you really checked all the places?"

As one of the most luxurious hotels owned by the Master of the Land himself, Argentum Tower was equipped with a top-tier security system, complete with comprehensive surveillance and artificial intelligence monitoring which recorded all the visitors. Not even a fly could enter without being noticed. In hindsight, there were very few places one could hide a dead body, especially one with wings as large as Young Master Ares’.

As long as the culprit took a step out of this building, they would be discovered for sure. Which was why Noir was more inclined to believe that the body was still somewhere in this building, and therefore, he had instructed his soldiers to scour the whole tower, room by room, leaving no spot unchecked.

Yet it had been hours, and they still hadn’t found the body...?

Had the system malfunctioned somehow, allowing the culprit to slip away from this building?

That was the first possibility that crossed Noir’s mind—the same went with the soldiers.

"We’ve checked every single place, Sir!" the soldier stated with desperation, only short of swearing his innocence to the heavens. "We also made sure the security system hasn’t been tampered with, but still... the body is nowhere to be found! It’s almost like—like the culprit has the ability to go through the wall or something!"

In an instant, low murmurs of doubts and unease rippled through the soldiers.

Passing through the wall—that was the uncanny ability possessed by the culprit who had murdered the young siren prince in cold blood. The news had spread so widely that almost everyone in this building knew about it at this point. And when the soldiers kept meeting a dead end in their investigation, they couldn’t help but think of this aspect as well.

If the person who had stolen the dead body really had such an ability, then everything could be explained!

"Gasp! Could it be... the culprit in the two cases is the same?!"

"I-I didn’t think of that before, but it was plausible!"

"So they killed the garudas in our building, then turned around and killed that siren prince too?!"

"Unforgivable!"

Noir’s brows subtly furrowed. No one, aside from himself and the SJG trio, was aware that the real culprit behind Prince Kaivia’s death had been found. Considering the other person’s sensitive identity as a player and how he still had his worth, Shen Nianzu had decided to keep him by his side for now to prevent him from creating more trouble. Jin Jiuchi and Noir had obliged by not reporting the development to Master Nasser. Which meant everyone was still convinced that the perpetrator was the one who had escaped from Jin Jiuchi’s chase.

And now the soldiers were speculating that the two cases were done by the same person. But Noir knew the truth was not.

He had originally planned to inform Gu Luoxin about the dead body’s disappearance once he locked in on the culprit so that the young man would not lose his mind out of fear and panic all by himself, but now that something fishy had come up, Noir came to regret it now—he should have told Gu Luoxin when they were on a call earlier.

Alas, now he was surrounded by a bunch of soldiers and he could not even step away to contact Gu Luoxin without these anxious eyes following him around, fearing he would collapse again in some unknown corner.

Noir was thinking about what he should do when—

"Look! The peace treaty is now live!" someone exclaimed, and everyone’s gaze shifted to the large projection screen in the medical bay.