Angron shifted his gaze. He looked at the information sent to him by the Butcher's Nails. He was hesitant.
"My brother, things have come to this; there is nothing that cannot be said."
Konrad Curze lowered his head. Due to the chaos in his Legion, he looked like an abandoned puppy at this moment.
"You have been troubled by fantasies for too long, my brother. Can you tell me what the future of that child down there will be?"
Angron pointed to the boy being lifted up by the gang below.
"He will die."
"I thought so too."
Angron stretched his body.
"If you save him, in the future he will murder others and then die miserably in some street fight—that is his fate."
Konrad Curze lowered his eyes.
"What if I don't save him? Will he die?"
Angron asked curiously.
"Yes, he certainly..."
Just after Konrad Curze spoke those words, the wires on the street corner suddenly sparked. The powerful flash of fire startled the gang. The moment they turned their heads, a mechanical gate suddenly emitted steam, whether due to old age and disrepair or something else.
Konrad Curze watched the boy fleeing into the night.
"What method did you use?"
he asked suspiciously.
"... I didn't do anything." Angron said sincerely.
"..."
Konrad Curze was silent for a long time. He did not believe it.
But what he could believe now was that Nostramo was completely beyond redemption!
"My brother, this planet is hopeless. I will..."
"You damned insects! You Nostramo parasites! The Night Haunter will return to punish you!"
Before Konrad Curze could finish his sentence, he saw the child rush back. The boy's face was covered in tears, and he yelled and screamed frantically like a lunatic, even holding a small wooden stick in his hand.
"..."
"I did it this time, my brother. I tried to grant him courage, and guess what? I succeeded!"
Angron blinked his eyes, and then, amidst Konrad Curze's suspicious gaze and caught-off-guard expression, Angron directly pushed Konrad Curze down.
"Your people need you, Konrad Curze."
Konrad Curze fell down.
"This world is waiting to be rebuilt. nail, what should we do?"
Angron asked, folding his arms.
[Why do you need to ask me what to do? I'm already working for you brothers!]
System AI was very dissatisfied.
Even so, System AI still transmitted various well-set proposals to Angron. One of them made Angron's eyes light up.
"Do you think Konrad Curze will agree?"
[He will.]
[After all, this planet cannot get any worse!]
Angron fell silent, because the Butcher's Nails was completely correct... Under the cover of night.
The little boy had blood flowing from his nose. He should have run away, yet he didn't know where his courage came from. He shouldn't be doing this. Looking at the gang members surrounding him again, he was terrified.
"The Night Haunter will punish you!"
"He will!"
The little boy scolded the gang.
"Hahahaha! He left Nostramo long ago!"
Yes, the Night Haunter had already gone on the Great Crusade. When fear departed, Nostramo plunged into deeper despair.
"He will return! He will!"
The little boy roared.
[Justice still exists in this world. They just need a catalyst! The hope of resistance! My brother!]
Angron's words entered Konrad Curze's mind.
In the darkness, fear solidified into a thick mist. The moment the gang members saw the flickering phantom behind the little boy, long-sealed terror resurfaced from their dusty memories.
... "The Night Haunter!!!!"
Heart-wrenching terror echoed in the alley.
Just as the gang tried to turn and flee.
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