Chapter 983: Ordinary Office Workers Are the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King’s Army

Tuesday, March 8

The rumor of Satan’s coming and the name of the man who breaks the dawn attracted one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Army from another world, Uchimura Dennosuke.

Uchimura Dennosuke, dressed in a neat suit with his tie neatly tucked into his shirt, looks like any middle-aged office worker traveling through the urban jungle.

He stood in front of the Yamata no Orochi Shrine, with his hands clasped together and a solemn expression, worshiping meticulously according to the ancient rituals. Every movement revealed his respect and awe for the ancient rituals.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, scattering mottled images on his slightly lowered forehead, casting a faint golden glow.

He waited patiently for four full hours without any sign of anxiety, as if time to him was just like fine sand flowing in silence.

Feng Feng walked slowly to Uchimura Dennosuke’s side, with a look of curiosity and confusion in his eyes. He asked softly:

“You have been waiting here quietly for four hours. What are you doing? Don’t you know that this shrine never accepts any form of sales?”

Uchimura Dennosuke slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and calm, and he smiled slightly, with a smile that held a hidden meaning. “Sales? No, that’s not why I’m here.”

As he spoke, he gently dusted himself off, as if to brush away the dust of time. “I’m waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a miracle that will allow ancient beliefs to meet the modern world. And you, perhaps, are the one who can lead me to see the miracle.”

“To be honest, I came here today to ask for your help.”

Feng Feng frowned slightly. Uchimura Dennosuke’s words were like a lighthouse in the fog, leading him into an unknown realm.

Uchimura took out an exquisite badge from his arms, which was engraved with intricate patterns, including wings soaring in the sky and scales diving deep into the sea, as if it gathered the spirits of all races.

“This is the symbol of the Demon King’s Multi-Racial Republic,” Uchimura said in a low and mysterious voice. “In that world, elves and orcs stand side by side, dragons and humans dance together, but under the light, shadows also spread.”

“A dark curse called ‘Whisper of the Night’ is quietly eroding every inch of land, causing all living beings to fall into endless despair and madness.”

“I hope to find a cure for the curse through you, the Dawnbreaker.”

Feng Feng frowned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He stared at Uchimura Dennosuke, as if trying to see through his true thoughts.

“Do you suspect that this so-called ‘Whisper of the Night’ dark curse is related to me or our main world?”

As he spoke, the air around Feng Feng seemed to freeze. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, dappled onto the ground, but it could not illuminate the fog in his heart.

Uchimura Dennosuke’s expression became solemn. He shook his head slowly with a sincere look in his eyes: “I didn’t mean that. It’s just that my intuition tells me that you may be able to guide me to find the key to lift the curse.”

After saying this, he gently stroked the badge in his hand. The delicate pattern seemed to come alive in the dim light, flashing with strange light.

After the exchange, Feng Feng hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and took a small glass bottle handed to him by Uchimura Dennosuke.

The bottle contains a dark gas that seems to be able to swallow up the surrounding light. It is a sample of the curse of “Whisper of the Night”.

The bottle is tightly wrapped in complex runes, as if suppressing the dark power within.

Uchimura Dennosuke took out a business card from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Feng Feng respectfully. Printed on it was the intricate logo of the Demon King’s Army and contact information, with the font elegant and mysterious.

He bowed slightly, his tone full of unquestionable firmness: “Whenever you find anything, please contact me. Uchimura Dennosuke, I’m waiting for your good news.”

Feng Feng stared at the gradually receding figure of Uchimura Dennosuke, and a ripple of emotion inexplicably arose in his heart. He always felt that this encounter was a little unusual.

Just as he was lost in thought, Eri’s slightly reproachful voice suddenly sounded beside him. She had stood beside him without him noticing and snatched the curse sample from his hand. The dark gas swayed gently in the glass bottle, as if ready to break free at any time.

“You’re meddling in these weird things again, and your health isn’t even back to normal yet!”

Eri’s brows were furrowed, her tone full of worry. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting a soft golden edge on her delicate face.

She held the glass bottle tightly in both hands, with a determined light in her eyes, as if she wanted to isolate this ominous thing from the world.

The breeze blew past, causing her hair to dance gently, forming a sharp contrast with the tranquil atmosphere around her.

Feng Feng stared at Eri’s hand tightly holding the glass bottle, his eyes filled with unquestionable determination:

“Eri, give me the sample. I need to take it to the school’s research institute and analyze it with professional equipment. This way we can find a solution faster.”

Eri frowned, not backing down: “No, that place is too dangerous, I can’t let you take risks. I have my own research method, and it’s safer.”

She gently stroked the glass bottle, and the dark gas seemed to sense her emotions and trembled slightly. The sunlight shone through the leaves, dappled on her determined face. Her eyes contained both worry and inviolable determination, as if she was the warrior guarding secrets and safety.

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it couldn’t blow away the tense and determined atmosphere between the two.

Feng Feng stared into Eri’s determined eyes, with mixed emotions surging in his heart.

Finally, he sighed softly, nodded slowly, and formally handed the glass bottle containing the “Whisper of the Night” curse sample to Eri, his eyes full of trust and entrustment:

“Eri, take her to Orario. The gods there may be able to reveal the secret of this curse to us. But be careful and protect yourself.”

Eri held the glass bottle tightly, with a determined light in her eyes, as if she had taken on a heavy mission.

She nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards Orario. The sunlight shone on her back, stretching out a determined and lonely figure.

Inside the portal, the outline of Orario loomed on the distant skyline. It was a magnificent city where the gods gathered, ancient and mysterious.

Eri’s steps were firm and powerful, and every step showed her determination to fight against the darkness.

“It’s better to seal Orario!”

Feng Feng stood in the center of the studio, surrounded by ancient books and complex sealing props.

He held a yellowed scroll with precise sealing runes drawn on it, and every line contained ancient power.

The sunlight shines through the half-open curtains, dappled onto the scrolls, interweaving with the dim light to create a mysterious light and shadow.

He stared at the scroll, his eyes revealing determination and concentration, and his fingers gently ran across the ancient runes, as if he was conversing with ancient wisdom.

Then, he took a deep breath and began to set up a sealing array around the studio according to the instructions on the scroll. Every movement was precise and powerful, as if he wanted to bring the entire space under his control.

Chapter 984: Earth, about the movement of the earth

Wednesday, March 9

school.

When Feng Feng was investigating the information about Uchimura Dennosuke, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Army in another world, he was pulled to the library by Matou Sakura.

All this happened just because the library had a new book called “Earth: About the Movement of the Earth”.

Feng Feng frowned, his eyes lingering on the abruptly appearing book “Earth, About the Movement of the Earth” for a few seconds, then he turned to look at Matou Sakura, a relaxed smile on his lips: “Maybe some administrator was careless and missed it.”

Matou Sakura shook her head slightly, her hair brushing against her cheek, with a serious look that could not be ignored: “It’s impossible. Every book here, from storage to shelf, must be strictly recorded by the intelligent system. The appearance of this book is too unreasonable.”

As she spoke, her slender fingers gently turned the pages of the book, as if she could catch a hint of a secret that did not belong to this world.

Feng Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and he took the mysterious book from Matou Sakura. The cover was simple and plain, with a faint trace of time, as if one could smell the breath of ancient knowledge.

He closed his eyes and lightly touched the spine of the book with his fingertips. His supernatural power quietly activated, and the air around him rippled slightly. Matou Sakura also closed her eyes and concentrated, and circles of faint light surrounded her body, which was the manifestation of her unique ability.

The two people’s consciousness seemed to travel through the fog of time and space, tracing the trajectory of the book. Images flashed through their minds like a kaleidoscope: from the hazy alien space to the cracks that seeped into the real world, and finally stopped in a corner of the library, where time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Books flew out of nowhere and landed on the bookshelf.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura’s consciousness seemed to have traveled through an endless time and space tunnel, and suddenly stopped in a dim court of the fifteenth century.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the pale but resolute face of a thin young man, who was wearing a ragged robe but had an unquenchable fire in his eyes.

The court was surrounded by clergymen in black robes with stony expressions, holding candles that lit up the courtroom in semi-darkness.

“Heretics!” The presiding judge’s voice was cold and majestic, echoing in the empty hall. The young man raised his head slightly, a hint of unyielding smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes passed through the crowd, as if looking into the distant future.

The executioner approached step by step, with a flash of cold light, the young man fell in the blood mist, and the ancient book slowly rose from his clenched hands, carrying the boy’s obsession and unwillingness, through the cracks in time and space, and attached to a small ball.

The scene shifts to another corner of the fifteenth century, inside a dim tavern.

The ball bounced gently on the wooden tabletop and finally landed in the rough palm of an acting duelist.

The duelist had a weathered face and dim eyes. He gently spun the ball, as if he could read the code of fate from it.

Inside the small ball, the phantom of the ancient book loomed, revealing an indomitable will.

Soon, another duelist stepped into the tavern, he was wearing a cloak and his face was hidden in the shadows.

The proxy duelist gently pinched the ball with his rough fingers, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

He strolled to the edge of the tavern. Outside the window was the rushing river, sparkling and glowing coldly in the moonlight.

Suddenly, he loosened his grip, and the ball drew a beautiful arc and fell into the river, stirring up circles of ripples. The phantom of the ancient book in the ball seemed to dance in the water, sinking into the depths with reluctance and desire.

Soon, another duelist stepped into the tavern, his cloak fluttering, his face still hidden in the shadows.

His eyes were sharp as he scanned the surroundings, finally fixing on the direction where the proxy duelist had left. He slowly walked to the river, staring at the river surface, as if he could see through the water and see the trajectory of the ball and the phantom of the book.

The night wind blew past, lifting a corner of his cloak. He closed his eyes, feeling some kind of guidance, and resolutely turned around, striding towards the ancient forest where the information about the heliocentric theory was hidden.

The moonlight was like water, pouring down on the winding paths of the ancient forest. Feng Feng and Matou Sakura’s consciousness followed the footsteps of the duelist and stepped into this land forgotten by time.

The duelist held a torch, the firelight illuminated his resolute face, his eyes flashing with a desire for unknown knowledge.

In a wasteland covered with thorns, he found the dilapidated priest’s hut. The door opened slightly, and the dim candlelight shone through the house, illuminating the weathered face of an elderly priest. The priest was dressed simply, and his eyes revealed gentleness and wisdom.

The duelist gently placed the ball in his hand on the table, looked at the priest sincerely, murmured incoherent words, and gestured, revealing his thirst for knowledge.

The priest took the ball, stared at the vague image of an ancient book in it, frowned slightly, and then nodded slowly, as if he had undertaken a sacred mission.

A few years later, the flames burned brightly in the night sky, illuminating everything around it red.

The elderly priest, dressed in a black robe and with a resolute face, stood on the stake, surrounded by people holding torches, their eyes full of fear and fanaticism.

Beside the priest, the phantom of the ancient book appeared faintly in the reflection of the flame, as if carrying the boy’s obsession and indomitable spirit.

The presiding judge’s voice was cold and majestic as he announced the priest’s crime: “Heretical! How dare you preach the theory of the movement of the earth? This is blasphemy against God!”

The priest raised his head slightly, an unyielding smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes passed through the crowd, as if looking into the distant future.

The flames gradually devoured the priest’s figure, but he did not retreat at all. Instead, he shouted loudly: “Knowledge is innocent! Truth lasts forever!”

In the flames, the phantom of the ancient book seemed to burn even brighter, carrying the priest’s will and faith, crossing the cracks in time and space, continuing to look for the next inheritor.

On a stormy night, in a dilapidated wooden house, the flickering candlelight illuminates the tired but resolute face of a girl from a wandering ethnic group.

She was dressed in rags, her hands tightly grasping a letterpress printed book wrapped in animal skin, which was her precious treasure that she had preserved from countless hardships and dangers.

The girl’s eyes sparkled with nostalgia for her past friends and a firm belief in the future. She gently turned the pages of the book, and it seemed as if she could hear the echo of history with every turn.

Finally, with tears in her eyes, she lit up the book that carried countless lives and beliefs. The flames illuminated her pious face, and the pages slowly curled up in the flames, turning into a wisp of green smoke, carrying her thoughts and beliefs, floating away, as if penetrating time and space, and delivering them to those former friends and the supreme God.

Feng Feng and Matou Sakura stood in front of the school’s magnificent library. Before their eyes was an endless sea of ​​books. Millions of books were neatly arranged, like a forest built of knowledge.

The sunlight shines through the huge glass dome and onto the sleeping books, giving them a layer of warm golden glow.

The two of them slowly walked into this palace of knowledge, their footsteps echoing in the empty hall. On the bookshelf, every book carries the weight of history and the light of wisdom, quietly waiting for the right person to read it.

Feng Feng gently stroked the ancient books, feeling the traces of time with his fingertips; Matou Sakura gazed at the exquisite bindings, her eyes flashing with awe and yearning for past civilizations.