bookpub Chapter 1520 The Extraordinary Night Between Scenes: Undercurrents Are Brewing!
Chapter 1520 The Extraordinary Night Between Scenes: Undercurrents Are Brewing!
Chapter 1520 The Extraordinary Night Between Scenes: Undercurrents Are Brewing!
The night wind blew, and the night stretched endlessly. Just as the young man was immersed in the joy of ending the day and going home with everyone,
On the same night, in the wider outside world,
The dark, boundless Mediterranean Sea surged, and in the vast moonlit night sky, a magnificent sky city floated majestically. And within this mythical, colossal palace…
A perfect figure emerged from the teleportation array in the center of the hall.
"Welcome back, Vita. Is everything settled?"
A dignified woman, who had been waiting there, stepped forward to greet them. At the same time, upon hearing Le Guin's question, the Second Zero Knight, known as Arcane,...
Clotilde let out a long, relieved smile.
"Yes, it's over. The follow-up work in North America is finally over."
Upon hearing the answer, her expression softened slightly, and Le Guin came to her side.
"Let's go, His Highness is waiting for you."
Then the two walked out of the hall, through the outer corridor, and along the night sea and sky to the top of the palace, where they pushed open the large door.
The moment the gate opened, a tangible, magnificent light poured out.
At the summit of the Palace of Eternal Night, in an ancient and magnificent golden hall, on either side of a long, deep red carpet inlaid with gold, stood figures in various white and gold robes. Led by the Royal Knights, all the Zero Knights, except for the gatekeepers and instructors, were present.
Above the hierarchy, before the throne—the only thing of its kind in the vast hall.
The queen, who was adorned with numerous glorious achievements, turned around at that moment.
“You’re back, Vita.”
Standing in the center of the hall, Clotilde smiled and bowed in greeting, then began to report the situation to the Queen and all his colleagues:
"Negotiations regarding the New York incident have concluded, and the outcome was as we anticipated: the Society agreed to hand over some of the technical data related to the amplification field."
"With the data already gathered and the obstruction devices in place, we should be able to monitor and issue early warnings for similar situations in the future,"
"But the Society claims that the Sage and his subordinates' actions are unrelated to the Society and cannot hand over the high-risk ability user."
As she spoke, she raised her hand, and a large light screen displaying the data and other negotiation results appeared in the center of the hall.
All the platinum figures watching the light screen were not surprised by the society's reaction, especially the most ruthless one...
The Sixth Zero Rider, Thor-Roya, looked at the screen displaying information about Troy and spoke in a cold, sharp voice:
"It doesn't matter. Now that we've been exposed, we'll have a chance to catch him sooner or later."
On his opposite side, the Seventh Zero Rider, the saintess in her platinum gown, Clausele, stood dignified and serious.
"In terms of its outcome, this incident effectively restored the Palace of the Night's prestige to the outside world after the betrayal of those three,"
"But rather than focusing on the specific follow-up details, we should now pay more attention to the New York incident itself."
The Zero Knights stared thoughtfully at the arcane light screen. As the most authoritative technologist without their mentor, the Tenth Zero Knight, like a white knight...
Elbeshiri also spoke with an objective and calm demeanor:
“That’s right. The London incident happened not long ago, and the Society is already making such a big move. Even if it’s to raise funds to create a new ‘engine,’ they’re in too much of a hurry.”
Meanwhile, in New York, which was at the epicenter of the event, Pedro clearly expressed his own perceptions:
"And despite the risk of provoking Midnight's attack, we must cooperate with the Humanoid Number to have A-7 restrain Lord Arcane,"
"Just like that night in New York, there was something that Lord Arcane absolutely could not stop."
Just like that reversal that swapped the two Londons, and the experience of every incident in the past, no one doubted that as long as Clotilde was present, he could have resolved the events of that night.
But given the state of affairs in New York at the time, it wasn't necessary to resort to such forbidden forces to stop her.
Having long suspected this, he concealed his identity and secretly prevented all efforts from being in vain.
The Ninth Zero Rider, Sibriel, spoke with an air of dignified composure, stating her confident conclusion:
"The association is concealing some true purpose."
The moment those words were spoken, the hall fell silent.
As they listened to their deductions, a mysterious glow swirled around the Zero Knight's gown, a perfect blend of elegance and perfection.
Klottide raised his hand again to zoom in on the screen recording the negotiation process:
"During the negotiations, I subtly probed Hermifis about this point. Although he concealed it perfectly, my feeling was that their real purpose was not to short the stock market,"
"Under the guise of an amplification field, the guild has been hiding far too much this time."
As she said this, the golden amber light in her eyes lowered slightly.
"But apart from that, they don't seem to know the reason for this large-scale real-world scenario either."
The hall shone brightly, but outside the windows it was pitch black. Upon hearing this fact, all the Zero Knights' expressions darkened slightly.
With some unclear conspiracy surrounding the organization, the unprecedented scale and bizarre nature of the event raise concerns about whether a high-ranking entity is involved and whether it will affect future strategic plans.
An event may have ended, but the story doesn't end there; instead, it casts a deeper shadow.
At this moment, the deep, muscular figure that had been silent until now, Yag couldn't help but look at the old man beside him and ask:
"Your Holiness, has your ability detected anything?"
The Fourth Zero Rider, an old man with prophetic powers, was met with a long silence from Bairdian.
"I sensed an indescribable upheaval was about to occur." Everyone who heard his words fell silent. All the Zero Riders turned to look at the Queen, awaiting her decision.
The magnificent hall atop the Palace of Eternal Night stood silently to one side of the throne, commanded by the First Zero Riders.
That radiant figure gazed at the screen of light; her eyes, radiating selflessness, wisdom, and justice, seemed to see into the distant future.
In the end, Vallinin simply let it fall quietly to the ground and softly spoke:
"Now, all we need to do is wait."
Behind her, the hall behind the throne seemed to vanish for a moment, as some indescribable, colossal darkness flowed past.
Meanwhile, across hundreds of thousands of miles of boundless darkness...
The dark, nameless sea surged endlessly, and beneath its surface, at an unknown depth, lay the headquarters of the Society—the Ark.
In the vast, deep blue virtual space, around the enormous circular platform, bronze pillars representing executives stand tall.
"Therefore, due to the obstruction of the Palace of Eternal Night and that young man, as well as the rewriting of the Sage's hints by the Second Zero Riders,"
"We ultimately received only about a quarter of the funds we expected, barely enough to cover some of the losses from building the new 'engine'."
On the third pillar, a figure with an aged voice but a youthful appearance, Hermifis, was explaining the gains from the event's conclusion.
Upon hearing this result, his former colleagues, who had been working tirelessly to bring him back during the North American project,
On the fifth pillar, dressed in a white suit reminiscent of a nobleman under the moonlight, Fermiller frowned slightly, his expression cool.
"With so much power and resources mobilized, how could it still fail in the end?"
Her relationship with Hermifis wasn't particularly good, but regarding these words, on the sixth pillar, stood a stunningly beautiful figure with an exaggeratedly slender build.
Trinity raised her eyebrows slightly as she looked at him and spoke softly:
"No one can predict when a scenario will unfold, and if the final outcome were reversed, we would be the winner."
"But failure is failure, and that's undeniable."
As soon as she finished speaking, another cold, sharp voice rang out. On the fourth pillar, a man with an arrogant and wicked aura like wildfire...
Adrian seemed to remember something, and his voice lowered, tinged with a cold, murderous intent:
"And this time it was that kid who ruined things again."
Listening to the conversations of the other executives, he seemed completely unconcerned about the direct criticisms leveled against him by some of them.
Hermifis merely gave a low, suppressed laugh:
"Although the outcome was different from what we expected, through this incident, we have once again completed a key step in our plan."
Adrian, Vermiller, and Trinity all narrowed their eyes slightly and remained silent.
Regarding the full picture of the 'plan,' apart from the leader himself and the First and Second Pillars who might know, only Hermifis and his predecessor knew the most.
Upon hearing this report, he seemed indifferent to the success or failure of the North American project, and also to the loss of 650 billion US dollars.
On the largest zeroth pillar, there was a gentle, soothing, and likable male figure.
The most mysterious master of the society, the leader, simply chuckled softly:
“You did very well this time, and you solved the riddle I gave you.”
Upon hearing this, Hermifis, standing on the third pillar, bowed with a broad smile.
Then I glanced at the two mechanical figures, still silently guarding the first and second pillars on either side, draped in white wolf-patterned clothing and exuding a chilling aura, and the woman with silver hands and a silent mask.
Ling Feng glanced at Kolossos, who was smiling but silent to the side, and then earnestly reminded him:
"There were signs of intrusion into the Ark that night in New York; we may have leaked information."
But the situation he reported was neither surprising nor worrying.
The blurry male figure on the zero pillar just smiled mysteriously.
"No need to worry."
His gentle male voice seemed to possess a magical power to convince and reassure people. After listening to everyone's reports, he announced loudly,
"Everyone, thank you for your hard work during this period. I hereby announce that this amplification field plan has exceeded my expectations."
In the virtual, azure space, all the figures atop the bronze pillars turned their gazes toward the location of the Alliance Leader.
At this moment when they sensed some kind of premonition, no one spoke.
The leader's laughter remained gentle. He glanced at the empty seat opposite him, but his gaze seemed to conceal a bottomless abyss, making it unclear how far his eyes were fixed.
After making the announcement, and after completing a crucial, clandestine step following the North American events,
It was as if he was waiting for a moment, a moment he couldn't control, to arrive, waiting for everything to grow naturally and flourish.
He finally spoke with a low, expectant laugh:
"We are now very close to the true 'divine arrival',"
"Just one step away."
My God, I finally finished writing it! I've been stuck for so long for three reasons. First, I was working myself to the bone at the end of last month and exhausted my energy. Second, because a large part of the plot had ended, I had no clue what to write for the next part. I was incredibly frustrated and spent several days figuring out what to write. I only figured out how to write it on the 11th. Third, drinking is bad for your health (clenching my fist in anguish). During the Qingming Festival, my friends came over, and I drank baijiu (Chinese liquor) for the third time in my life. I drank three cups, the most I've ever had. Back in college, I never drank at all. After that, I was completely blank for three days. My mind was numb and I didn't want to do anything. Drinking has ruined at least four days of my life. [Then, I cut my hand while singing that day. The cut was less than two centimeters long and not deep, near my wrist. It bled a little, but thankfully, it didn't affect my mobility or damage any tendons. As someone who writes books by hand, I was a little scared. I felt regretful, annoyed, and my stomach was upset. I really swear, I will never drink again.]