The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 725: Where the Heart Belongs

Chapter 725: Chapter 88 Where the Heart Belongs

Under the morning sun, Cherry City became vibrant once again.

The recent residents of Cherry City had experienced too many things, and last night’s “Apostles’ Descent” was indeed a surprising event, but with the previous “Night of Turmoil,” “Sabie Aliens Invasion,” and other incidents, they seemed to have been inoculated. After a glance at the streets, seeing that the patrolling officers were still around and nothing unexpected had occurred, they began to walk the streets calmly.

Today was the day the “Kylin Main Ship” ascended.

It was also the day of the New Soldiers’ Expedition.

The entire “ground” had a holiday.

When people didn’t need to go to work or school, the “meaning of the festival” became particularly prominent.

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Even if it wasn’t a festival, it would become one.

Especially that “Ship Slayer” Jason, who had become a hot topic among the people.

They discussed the life of a “Ship Slayer.”

They discussed the strength of a “Ship Slayer.”

Exactly how powerful?

Could a single person rival an entire army?

Why would such a strong person become a writer?

Could it be to attract followers through travels?

And what about their daily life?

Do they also eat several times more than ordinary people?

All sorts of things made people unconsciously turn their eyes to the release of “The Jason Enigma.”

So many posters and banners, they were just too conspicuous, impossible not to notice.

And then there were the lines of people.

Among them, only a very small part were original fans of Jason’s books. Most had been drawn in by Jason’s deeds, after being “spread” and “marketed” by Bolun.

Looking at the many people.

Those who originally didn’t think much of it began to waver.

Should they buy a book to read?

It wasn’t too expensive.

What if it really was like the rumors say?

If I could become a “Mystical Side person,” would I be as powerful as that “Ship Slayer”?

With this thought, a few young people quickly made their way to the back of the line.

People always follow the crowd.

When someone takes the lead, those who were originally hesitant became resolute.

In an instant, hundreds more joined the back of the line.

And this was just a corner of the street.

After all, the “Kylin Main Ship” launch ceremony wouldn’t start until 10:30.

The bookstore opened at 9:00, so there was plenty of time to line up, buy a book, and still make it.

Thinking this way, people lined up in an orderly fashion.

Everyone’s gaze was turned towards the bookstore.

They completely failed to notice, in the shadow of the alley behind them, that fleeting figure.

"Humph!”

Findelter looked at these people, his cold laugh filled with disdain.

Scoffing at their ignorance was as much a mockery of Jason’s crowd-pleasing.

How could a true “Mystical Side person” ever write a book?

Could someone who writes books be a real “Mystical Side person”?

"A half-baked amateur!”

"This has sealed your failure!”

"The ultimate victory will be mine!”

Findelter murmured.

His pace quickened.

Because his confidence had grown stronger.

He truly believed that he had already won.

After all, it was the “Serpent’s Curse!”

Anyone afflicted with the “Serpent’s Curse” would end up writhing in agony, too pained to live but unable to die, becoming weak, servile, and abandoning their honor.

This was not mere scaremongering.

It was his own hands-on experimentation.

And not just once.

A warrior known for his tenacity cried at his feet, begging for death.

A knight who valued honor as life took up his sword and turned it on himself.

The wizard, called “wise,” lost his sanity in madness.

He had seen too much.

And this time would be no exception!

Jason, what makes you the exception?

Even if Jason is a “Ship Slayer,” it makes no difference!

Not to mention, what Jason had was an enhanced version of the “Serpent’s Curse.”

Using one of his “doppelgangers” as “nourishment,” Jason must already be writhing in pain by now, right?

Findelter smiled smugly at the thought.

He was grateful for what he had done upon waking earlier.

Goaded by anger?

No!

It was luck that guided him!

Luck that had him cast the “Serpent’s Curse.”

And luck that would turn the tables for him!

"Indeed, I am the favored of fate!”

Findelter thought of how he had gone from an ordinary and unremarkable commoner to discovering a corpse by chance, acquiring a notebook written in both the common and Dufol languages, learning the “Secret Knowledge of the Mystical Side” from it, and inadvertently finding a treasure map at a “Mystical Side gathering,” which led him to acquire many mystical potions and materials.

And with such potions and materials, he became powerful in one fell swoop.

Then, he planned everything according to the “Angel Envoy’s” scheme.

Despite the ups and downs, Findelter believed.

In the end, he would win!

With this belief, Findelter returned to the secret chamber from before.

He immediately noticed the [Kaya Seal] on the door, and his ears filled with the hissing of serpents.

Findelter laughed.

Everything was as he had expected.

Under the pain, Jason no longer had the strength to act.

He could only use the [Kaya Seal] as a barrier and a warning.

In doing so, Jason was probably trying to buy a little bit of time when he showed up.

But Jason probably didn’t realize that this would give him even more clues.

Without touching the door,

Findelter picked up a pebble from the roadside and threw it at it.

The Hunters’ seals were naturally reliable.