Chapter 233: Wu Yue, I’m About to Die

Chapter 233: Wu Yue, I'm Dying

Wu Yue's heart lurched upon seeing Jian Suiyu's personal message pop up. Her voice rose as she shouted,

"Zhang Ze!"

Wu Yue, normally unshakable, actually cracked mid-shout.

Everyone exchanged glances, and Zhang Ze rushed over. "What's wrong?"

Wu Yue’s eyes went blank for a second. "Zhang Ze, take the pilot’s seat."

Zhang Ze quickly sat down. "Got it!"

Wu Chong and Jie Chen rushed forward. "Is the captain in trouble?"

Wu Yue said, "Send a personal message to the captain. Tell him to ping us his location—now."

"Understood!"

Wu Chong, "The captain hasn't responded to me!"

Jie Chen, "Same here."

Wu Yue also received no reply from Shen Que. Every message she sent went unanswered.

Her stomach dropped—she had a terrible premonition.

Wu Yue snatched the emergency glide pack from the shuttle's emergency exit and turned. "Zhang Ze, pop the hatch!"

Jie Chen grabbed her arm. "Wu Yue, with no fix on Shen Que’s location, it's better to stay on the shuttle with us. We can find him faster!"

Wu Yue met his gaze. "I can find him. Wait for me to sync the coordinates."

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Jie Chen released her. "Alright!"

She snapped open the glider wings and dove into the howling wind.

....

Shen Que felt all his strength drain away as Vlad Dracula yanked out his last dragon bone.

This was his pound of flesh that bastard Vlad had demanded when he was discovered secretly forming Blaze years ago.

"Noah, after all these years of the royal court nurturing you, you repay us with ingratitude. What a letdown."

"Noah, hell, a kid knows that to gain something, one must offer something in return."

"Noah, I’ve lost interest in your blood. Now, I only want these eight dragon bones of yours."

"Don’t take it personal, kid. Uncle Vlad’s just trying to teach you a small lesson—children shouldn’t always hide things from adults."

"Noah, I know these bones are important to you."

"But what if I offer to spare the Blaze you worked so hard to build, along with your teammates, in exchange?"

"That Witch Clan ‘Saint’? Just a dumb kid. Accidents happen."

"Jie Chen, as a monk, still has such a temper. One day, he’ll take a long walk off a short cliff."

"I’ve heard that priest’s got a stick up his ass, always butting heads with the Church. You know who’s cozy with the Church? The Court."

"Oh, by the way, that genius Taoist priest always seems to be ostracized by his fellow disciples, unwelcome in Taoist circles."

"And that clever kid, what's his name... your team's vice-captain?

He and his mother seem to have questionable origins."

"..."

"Grand Duke Vlad, Noah is willing to offer his dragonbone."

"Very good, now you're being reasonable.

Noah, only good boys get rewarded."

"Noah, he is your nephew, the child of your distant uncle."

"Noah, since you and Qingci share the same origin, you should naturally share your blessed blood, blessed by the celestial angel, with him as well."

"Noah, you must understand the principle that a family stands or falls together."

"Noah, ..."

"Noah."

Enough...

As the dragonbone was extracted, his body instantly lost support, and blood seeped continuously from every part of him.

Shen Que calmly gazed at the sky, shadowy aura coiling about him, surging from within his body, threatening to consume him whole.

"Prince Squire, stop overthinking things.

To be human, it's better to be someone without conscience or scruples!"

If he was destined never to stand in the sunlight, then he may as well embrace the dark.

"I prefer those who are young and pretty."

Shen Que looked at his hand, now covered in shadowy aura, with twisting tendrils of darkness writhing beneath.

He let his arm fall limp, and the shadowy aura around him instantly dissipated.

As the shadowy aura faded, a pallor of death spread across Shen Que's face.

So be it.

Shen Que stared calmly at the sky, which was bleeding into twilight.

The sun still hung high above, yet he felt no trace of warmth from its light.

Just like his cold life, as if it were a flickering monochrome newsreel.

"Alliance Broadcast: Blaze's Shen Que has successfully neutralized DX001 infected Long Xi, obtaining exclusive territorial rights for the Emberfall: Elemental Onslaught map."

"Confirm transfer of exclusive territorial rights for the Emberfall: Elemental Onslaught map to Wu Yue?"

"Yes."

"Sorry, your request was denied."

Then, they socked you right in the face.

Shen Que’s eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing Wu Yue, his eyes widened in shock.

"Wu Yue, why are you here?"

Wu Yue, face blank, yanked out various top-tier healing items from her spatial storage, frantically cramming them down Shen Que’s throat.

She pinged the Blaze shuttle with their coordinates,

"Get here now—the captain needs a med-pod, stat!"

Shen Que watched as Wu Yue worked like a machine, hands a blur, and oddly, it made him smile.

However,

Shen Que was calm, like he’d made peace with it all.

"Save your breath—the med-pod’s useless now."

Having lost eight dragon bones, he couldn’t survive.

Well, not exactly—he could still descend into darkness and turn into some dark, crawling freak.

But he feared losing his sanity and lashing out at his own team in the future.

He also feared that they’d recoil at the sight of him.

Wu Yue’s hands stalled mid-air. None of the healing potions worked, and even the little angel’s treatment showed no improvement.

Shen Que was fading fast, and none of the current methods could reverse the situation.

Wu Yue grabbed his mask and ripped it off.

"Noah Squire—what the hell’s wrong with you?

Shen Que, tell me, what’s happening to you right now!"

Shen Que looked at Wu Yue in shock, staring like she’d slapped him twice. "Wu Yue... How long have you known...?"

That’s why Wu Yue could locate him so quickly—she knew he was Noah Squire.

She’d used a damn teleport ring!

Wu Yue cracked him across the jaw. "Speak!"

Shen Que’s eyes fixed on the sky. "Vlad took my last dragon bone. The Dragon God blessed me with eight bones.

The first seven, I dug out and gave to him myself. The last one was hidden in my parents’ graves—he dug up their graves.

That’s what it cost to build Blaze. Now, all eight dragon bones are inside Vlad’s body.

Wu Yue, I’m done for. The dragon bones are the foundation of my combat strength and vitality.

Go. Get everyone out before the bombs hit."

Wu Yue went abruptly silent. She slowly stood up and walked away into the distance.

Shen Que closed his eyes, a pang of resentment and bitterness rising in his heart.

How regrettable.

But people always have many regrets, right?

....

Just when Shen Que thought Wu Yue had already left—

His mouth was suddenly violently wrenched open.

Then, a foul, blood-tinged liquid, reeking like rancid sludge with an eerie stench, was roughly forced down his throat.

Shen Que opened his eyes, his tone somewhat plaintive, "Wu Yue, I’m about to die."

Directly facing Shen Que, Wu Yue contorted her face into a nightmarish grin.

"Now, who’s the one that’ll die—

That remains to be seen."