Chapter 368: Contention

Chapter 368: The Struggle

The Goddess's Tear moved ceaselessly within Storm City.

Changing hands several times.

The commoner who first obtained the Goddess's Tear knew nothing of its origin.

Nor did he understand the significance the Goddess's Tear represented.

To him, it was a blessing from heaven.

A pie falling from the sky.

In the end, greed killed him and his family.

The supernatural professionals who learned news of the divine water only wanted an artifact to cure the Green Corpse Chill toxin.

The Green Corpse Chill was too terrifying; even supernatural professionals found it hard to resist.

Unaware that what they had obtained was the Goddess's Tear, which gripped the hearts of the entire Storm City elite.

Before long, they were wiped out by stronger supernatural professionals, and the Goddess's Tear was seized.

Within Storm City.

Chaos and unrest were everywhere.

The turmoil and chaos brought by the necromancer invasion had not yet subsided, when the Goddess's Tear stirred up greater confusion.

However, in this area, there was unexpectedly peace and tranquility.

This was the district where Storm City nobles resided.

No chaos could reach here.

Any hint of trouble would be suppressed by the vast noble forces.

At the core of the noble district.

Inside a study.

The head of House Sertan was receiving the leader of Storm City's largest gang, the Nether Shadow.

No one knew that behind Storm City's largest gang, the Nether Shadow, stood one of the top noble powers within Storm City.

Most people thought the Nether Shadow achieved today's status relying solely on their own strength.

Nether Shadow leader Brede said, "My Lord Marquis, we have found the whereabouts of the Goddess's Tear, we can obtain it soon."

House Sertan head Dickson said, "Very good, get the Goddess's Tear into our hands as soon as possible."

Brede asked somewhat puzzled, "Why does My Lord Marquis want to help the Temple of Light? Are nobles not always at odds with the Temple?"

Dickson chuckled, saying, "Who says I am helping the Temple of Light?"

Hearing this, Brede immediately understood.

Dickson seeking the Goddess's Tear was not to receive the Temple of Light's generous reward.

But simply to obtain the Goddess's Tear itself.

Brede did not understand, asking, "What is so good about the Goddess's Tear? Worthy of us spending such great effort to find it?"

To find the whereabouts of the Goddess's Tear, the entire Nether Shadow gang of Storm City mobilized, making a huge fuss.

The Nether Shadow gang had never made such a huge commotion before.

Probably after this matter ends, the Nether Shadow gang will face liquidation.

After all, previously the Nether Shadow gang lay hidden underwater, no one knew how terrifying their power truly was.

Now the Nether Shadow gang surfaced, shocking everyone immensely.

Their gang member count actually reached one hundred fifty to one hundred sixty thousand members.

Although the vast majority were ordinary people, such a massive scale posed an absolute huge threat to any faction in Storm City.

Brede already had a premonition.

When the chaos in Storm City ended, the Nether Shadow gang would definitely be the first to face liquidation.

By then, even if House Sertan was willing to intervene to protect the Nether Shadow gang.

The strongest gang power would shrink by at least half.

Never returning to its peak.

Such a huge cost made Brede genuinely heartbroken.

These were all factions he painstakingly raised and nurtured, just like his own sons.

What he is doing now is actively cutting off his son's arm and leg.

He really could not bear it.

But, facing Dickson's request, he dared not disobey.

No matter how powerful the Nether Shadow gang was, it truly relied on House Sertan backing them from behind.

Otherwise, they would be wiped out by the City Governor's official forces the next day.

For factions surviving within Storm City, whose back did not have a few legs to lean on?

Dickson did not explain to Brede.

He said, "Just do your job, do not worry about too much."

Brede heard this, hurriedly bowed his head and agreed, "Understood, My Lord Marquis."

There was also a fire in his heart.

Damn it, I have sold my life for you for decades, yet you won't tell me this small matter.

Too disrespectful.

Brede felt he received absolutely no importance or respect from Dickson.

He lowered his head and said, "My Lord Marquis, I shall take my leave now, once I obtain the Goddess's Tear, I will send it over immediately."

"Hmm, go."

Brede walked out of House Sertan through the back gate.

He looked back at the closed back gate of House Sertan, clenching his fist.

Fuck! I have sold my life for you for decades, yet you won't even let me walk through the front gate.

Every time I come to this damn place, I can only use the back door.

It is too fucking outrageous.

An idea emerged in Brede's heart, to find a new backer.

This backer must be more powerful than House Sertan.

Coincidentally, he had a choice.

The Temple of Light, without a doubt, was far more powerful than any force within Storm City.

Only if all nobles united together was there a sliver of ability to counter the Temple of Light.

Once he clings to the skirts of the Light Temple, the Sertan family amounts to nothing, and Dixon is worth less than a fart!

Brede returned to the Nether Shadow headquarters.

"How is the Goddess's Tear now?"

The second-in-command, Pick, hurriedly said, "We have found the one who took the Goddess's Tear; the brothers have already set out."

Brede glanced at Pick and asked, "Do the subordinates know what they are searching for?"

Pick quickly replied, "No, I did not tell them exactly what to look for; they only know there is a reward if they bring the item back."

"Hmm, that is good. It prevents anyone from becoming greedy and swallowing it all alone," Brede said.

Pick nodded eagerly with a smile, "The boss always considers things so thoroughly."

Although the Nether Shadow gang boasted fifteen or sixteen thousand members, most were merely vassals—all thugs, hooligans, beggars, and the like within Storm City.

These people possessed almost no sense of discipline.

Joining the Nether Shadow was merely to use its name as a shield, to avoid being bullied by others.

Only profit could truly drive these people to act.

Creak, creak, creak.

The sound of bones scraping against the ground arose.

Levi turned to glance at Savinia, who had emerged from the darkness behind him.

He spoke wordlessly, "With that appearance, are you not afraid of being seen by others?"

Savinia's neck and above remained intact, while below the neck was a skeleton body scavenged at will.

Blatantly exposed!

Savinia waved her hand and smiled, "Afraid of what? If necessary, discard it and find another body."

Levi asked curiously, "Then where is your previous body?"

Savinia said, "Most of it is gone, destroyed by those families of the Light Temple; the small remainder is scattered throughout Storm City, waiting for me to pick it up."

"Then why follow me instead of looking for your own body?" Levi said.

"Of course, to find the Goddess's Tear!" Savinia said.

She said, "You must believe me, I am here to help you; my master's intervention is simply to assist you in obtaining the Goddess's Tear."

"And yet you persist in thinking we wish to exploit you, to snatch the Goddess's Tear, waaaah... it hurts my heart so much."

Levi: "..."

(End of Chapter)