Chapter 498 Ending
What exactly did Carl Lawrence experience before his fall... It is actually easy to speculate based on his simple interpersonal relationships, even simpler living environment and short life trajectory.
He was simply smart and gifted, and was regarded as the hope of changing the family's future. He received concentrated family resources too early, and developed an egocentric character that believed the world revolved around him. When he was old enough to enter the private classroom sponsored by the Carter family, Carl Lawrence had the opportunity to meet the nephews and nephews of Viscount Carter. He discovered the huge difference in treatment between the children of aristocrats and the children of commoners, and naturally felt a huge gap psychologically.
If you are just an average, mediocre person with only a little cleverness... it's not a big deal to be in this position. After a few years and when you are older, you will slowly accept the reality. If it is worse, you will just gradually become extreme and cynical, but you can still live a normal life.
But unfortunately... Carl Lawrence is indeed a genius.
Before he was ten years old, he knew how to use the children of nobles and borrow their collections of books to acquire knowledge and fight for an opportunity to change his life. He was able to use the literacy he learned in a private classroom to read occult books that were obscure, difficult to read, and always deliberately vague in key parts. This was something that not everyone could do - even Viscount Carter could not finish reading those occult books that were not much more "interesting" than the Spellcaster's Travels.
It was Carl Lawrence's extraordinary wisdom bestowed by God that dragged the fate of this genius into an irreversible abyss... He was able to understand the classics of occult studies and had an overly conceited personality. When he had extreme ideas, his motivation and execution were much higher than those of ordinary people.
It is not uncommon for nobles to give gifts to commoners. Most nobles who like to live in the countryside (townships) have the habit of giving small favors to win people's hearts.
During festivals, Viscount Carter would ask his housekeepers and servants to deliver cotton clothes and quilts to the elderly in the town, or to send some flour and wheat to orphans and widows who had lost their male masters. For him, it was just a matter of words. The money his hunting dogs ate in a week was more than what he gave to his neighbors, and he could also earn a good reputation.
Viscount Carter gave a children's fable to this commoner boy in June, which was neither a holiday nor Carl Lawrence's birthday. Considering that Viscount Carter had no special hobbies, this "sudden" behavior could only be understood as... the book was given by Viscount Carter on behalf of his nephew who was on good terms with Carl.
This inference is very likely. Although nobles living in rural areas can hire tutors, for the sake of their children and nephews' future, most of them still send them to the aristocratic academy in the royal capital to spend more time with children of the same class and build up a network of relationships.
Viscount Carter gave the priceless children's fable book to his nephews because he thought that Carl, an excellent commoner, would be qualified to be his nephews' subordinate and follower in the future, and he wanted to win their hearts in advance.
But this kind of "goodwill" obviously could not appease Carl, let alone make Carl grateful; this not only meant that he could no longer read the books in Viscount Carter's house, but also meant that his well-designed life plan came to an abrupt end.
How long could Viscount Carter's nephews remember their "childhood playmates in their hometown town" after leaving the small town of New Seely for the bustling metropolis? No one could tell. Not to mention that for Carl, who was still an immature kid at the time, it was unlikely that he would have the patience to "wait for the future."
So, Carl Lawrence's immature mind, overly self-centered character, and the unfortunate extraordinary wisdom and amazing ability to act, led to the final result... that he rushed down the evil path of self-destruction, dragging countless , until he ran into the wall of Yang Qiu.
Yang Qiu has absolutely no mercy or empathy for such people. Not inflicting overly cruel punishment is already a condition of Yang Qiu's upbringing and moral bottom line that does not allow him to do so.
After artificially forcing Carl Lawrence's "strength" to meet the "appearance setting" of the "unique BOSS", Yang Qiu unceremoniously drove the arranged spell materials and summoned dozens of chains from the ground to fix Carl in place, posing a sufficiently evil look that could be seen as a big BOSS.
And then… he cast summoning spells again and again, summoning a group of low- and middle-level monsters from the dimensional demon world to “guard” Carl who was unable to move. After all, the “task triggering” had stuck the player for nearly half a month, and it was a “unique” big BOSS, so how could he show his strength without bringing his minions!
"What on earth do you want to do! Dark magician——!!"
Carl Lawrence, who was fixed in an inexplicable posture, roared in shame and anger.
Yang Qiu ignored him completely, opened a subspace barrier with only concealment function, entered stealth mode, and waited calmly for the players to arrive.
Soon, the first group of players arrived at the cemetery.
There are about a hundred players in this group, most of them are professional or semi-professional players in the Blood Alliance who love to fight and win, and the rest are all bosses who paid money to join in order to get Exorcist badges and territory reputation.
The player leading the group was confused when he saw the crowd of "little brothers" in the cemetery: "Huh? Didn't Brother Pin say we were going to kill the BOSS? Why are there only little monsters?"
One player had already cleverly used the identification spell, pointing to the middle of the monster group and said, "Here, Captain, the BOSS is in the monster pile."
"Oh, this BOSS is quite small." The player leading the team finally found the BOSS with a golden name among the monsters and said in surprise.
Carl Lawrence's two-meter-tall figure after his transformation is indeed not good enough for players who are used to pushing large monsters and have fought several battles with heavy truck-level cultist aberrations...
"It may be difficult to fight with so many minions. Let's be steady and don't rush to attack. Wait until everyone arrives." In front of the BOSS, it was time for the main tank Ivan to speak up. "Bosses, please stand back a little. When we fight, just take advantage of the damage or healing. Don't let the monsters touch you. If you die, you won't get the kill reward."
"Okay, okay."
The bosses in the group who obviously had no fighting power and were even wearing "appearance" immediately retreated obediently to the side and stayed away from the monster pile.
Sister Ivan had just arranged the boss when the large group led by Brother Lahong arrived.
"Wow, this BOSS has so many followers." The high-spirited Lahong brother glanced at the BOSS and turned his head away, "Ivan, how long will it take for Brother Pin to come over?"
"I'm coming." Ivan took the initiative to move over and said, "Brother Lahong, how many knights can tank here? Do you want to recruit a main tank to join the group?"
"Okay." Brother Lahong shouted to his group cheerfully, "Knights who can tank should go to Ivan's group, and all mages should leave the group! Phantom should lead the nurse group!"
When the two teams were exchanging personnel, a large group from the Qinguan Blood Alliance also arrived.
From a distance, the players who were organizing the team heard Qin Guan's curses in a different tone: "Can you be a human being?! Huh?? Is it so difficult for you to be a human being?!"
"Is it fun to tease me? Tell me! How the hell do I know a piece of shit like you--!!"
“Puchi.” Brother Lahong raised his hand to cover his mouth, and turned his face away with his shoulders twitching.
"Don't laugh out loud, brother. If you start teasing us, we'll have another fight. I guess Vanilla won't be able to be as reasonable as usual right now." Mingfeng Chunpu reminded .
“Don’t worry, I can hold it in… huff huff huff…” Brother Lahong’s shoulders were shaking even more violently.
"Damn you, I'm hopeless..." Ming Feng Chunpu, who was already having a hard time holding back his laughter, was almost led astray by Brother La Hong, and quickly called out to Shenmi Xuexi, "Xuexi, come and pull La Hong to the back!"
The one who was obsessed with studying had just dragged away Brother Lahong, who was most likely to provoke Qin Guan. Qin Guan, who walked with a crab step and had "I'm going to go crazy" written on his head and toes, and Ai Pin Zhi Hui Zhi Sheng, who sincerely admitted his mistakes, came over with a large group of people.
Then... Mingfeng Chunpu saw... Miaobishenghua, Give Me Medicine, Yang Ying, Jialuo and others who were following Qin Guan, all clenched their teeth tightly and their shoulders were shaking to varying degrees.
Ming Feng Chunpu could still hold it in, but the usually broad-minded Huan Ling next to him was not as considerate as him. After seeing Qin Guan, the rich second generation barely greeted him seriously but broke his composure on the spot: "Vanilla, you...poof, you can't take it anymore hahahahahaha!! You are so miserable hahahahaha!!"
His smile made everyone laugh, whether it was the large group on their side that was adjusting their teams, or the players on the vanilla side who had just learned the truth, stopped the civil war and came to fight the BOSS.
“This is so fucking funny, haha! There’s actually a way to play the game!”
"Fuck, I'm really convinced!"
"Brother Pin, how come you are so talented!"
Qin Guan was almost driven crazy by this hilarious scene, jumping up and down and cursing: "You are not human! Not human!"
“Not a human—!!”
Laughing and joking aside, the players would never waste time in front of a BOSS that would reward reputation if they killed it. The two sides that had just fought skillfully merged their teams and started to clear out the minions in a lively manner...
During the clearing of the minions, these players were very active and tacitly called their friends to come over and kill them...
After the players had cleared out all the "little brothers", Yang Qiu, who was observing in secret, quietly lifted the mandatory restrictions on Carl Lawrence - in the eyes of the players, they lured out the little brothers brought by the BOSS and killed them all, and the BOSS who was standing there posing was activated.
Carl Lawrence, who gradually realized that he was given to Yang Qiu to be "killed for fun" by the undead, his first reaction after regaining his freedom was to escape.
However... Although Yang Qiu removed the enhanced inner-sub-space barrier covering the cemetery, he also rearranged it - as soon as Carl Lawrence took a step back, dozens of black thorn vines immediately shot up into the sky around him, trapping him in the center.
This arrangement that restricts the BOSS's escape, in the players' opinion... is definitely the BOSS using its skills.
"Fuck! He is indeed a boss with subordinates. He has skills!" Ming Feng Chunpu was refreshed and quickly reminded loudly, "Be careful! The squishy ones should stay away from the boss!"
"Damn it! Dark magician!!"
Carl Lawrence angrily swung his claws at the black thorn vines that trapped him, causing these vines, which were only of medium thickness, to sway everywhere.
In the eyes of the players... these are vines controlled by the BOSS clearing the area.
"Don't get close to melee fighters, come up and fight from a distance!"
"The wizard with a full mana bar, corrupt the ground!"
"Traveler, take out your bow!"
The blackthorn vines were attacked from both sides by the BOSS and the players, and soon dissipated into black mist. During this period, Carl Lawrence, who had suffered a lot of long-range damage from the players, still had no intention of fighting and tried to escape. Then, as soon as his feet left the ground, many magma-like fire pillars as thick as beverage bottles spurted out from the ground...
"When the boss is in the air, he will use skills! Knights, find a chance to get close to him and don't let the boss cast spells!" Only those who work hard can win, and they quickly reminded loudly.
This "BOSS battlefield" arranged by Yang Qiu... will cause damage to the players and also to the "BOSS".
Of course, in order to ensure the player's experience of defeating the boss, these damages are not high... It is enough to limit Carl Lawrence, who has little combat experience, a lot of blood on his hands but has not suffered much.
Even if Carl Lawrence was inspired to survive and was willing to risk his life to survive, he still had Yang Qiu as a safety net...
But obviously, to deal with a "young" BOSS like Carl who has basically never fought face to face with anyone, players with great martial arts ethics are already enough to form an all-round suppression - even with the various arrangements and interferences that Yang Qiu added to increase the entertainment (difficulty), it didn't take much time to defeat this "unique BOSS".
When Carl Lawrence was chopped into ashes by a group of players, the last influence of the unknown fallen angel of the death pantheon left in the town of New Seeley also dissipated.
Former sheriff Westford Aubrey, who was complaining about the dead with his wife at home, suddenly shuddered.
After staring blankly at his wife for a few seconds, who also looked confused and touched her head with her hands, the couple turned their gaze to the window at the same time, towards their garage.
"Oh... God..." Westford slowly raised his hand and covered his mouth hard.
After so many years, several faces that seemed to have never existed and had completely disappeared from his memory quietly emerged in the mind of the former sheriff.
"Wesford?" His wife turned her head and looked at him in panic, trembling, "Jones, Hurley, and their children... they... existed, right? How could I - how could I, how could I suddenly remember that there was such a family? That seemed to be... your brother's home, where did they go?"
At the Morgan home, not far from the cemetery, Mr. Morgan suddenly rushed out of the bedroom and ran towards his youngest son's room.
"Jamie? Jamie! Candice! Answer me! Answer me!"
This strong and skilled carpenter searched frantically and helplessly in his youngest son's room, crying and shouting.
The younger son who was woken up looked at his father in confusion for a while, but soon he remembered the two names his father called.
"Uncle Jamie...? Aunt Candice? Huh? Where did they go?"
In the town and the countryside, more and more families woke up from this absurd and bizarre long dream. More people who had lost their loved ones but had completely forgotten everything called out in pain the names that had been erased from their memories.
Those who were "recruited" as anchors because of their impulse to kill, and those who were unfortunately present at the scene and were implicated, have finally returned to people's memory.
This will bring endless grief to the living and will keep countless people awake at night...but at least, this tragedy can finally be put to an end.
Although this rest... is really late.
