National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Chapter 325 - 324: In Such Chaotic Times, It’s Good Enough Just to Survive

Galava was still being held in the secret room. He had already written down all the information he possessed.

He was now bored to tears every day, with nothing to do but flip through some magazines.

He had even flipped through some of the magazines dozens of times.

Yet, there was nothing Galava could do. He didn’t dare to leave.

When Chu He appeared, Galava, who had been lying on the bed in a daze, quickly sat up.

"The greatest secret of the Rainbow Welfare Institute has been uncovered."

Chu He walked straight to a chair, sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and slowly began to reveal the greatest secret of the Rainbow Welfare Institute.

After he finished, Chu He chuckled and asked, "So, what are your thoughts?"

"Do you think I lied?" Galava asked after a moment of silence.

The core secret of the entire Rainbow Welfare Institute was the Bloodline Power of the Vampire Clan’s Ancestor,

and it was the most essential part at that.

Galava had been hiding this. He hadn’t told Chu He, nor had he included it in the information he wrote down.

He had a plan: if he ever had a chance to leave,

he could go straight to the Black Continent Grassland. With all the information he had on the Rainbow Welfare Institute,

he was certain he could easily obtain that power for himself.

Even if he never got the chance to leave, Galava would never hand such power over to Chu He.

Although he didn’t know what had happened in the outside world during his long confinement,

Galava knew that with Chu He’s personality, now that he was at odds with the White Elephant Empire, he wouldn’t let the Empire off easily.

In his heart, Galava had always loved his Empire.

Chu He took out his phone, tapped the screen a few times to find some recent news about the White Elephant Empire, and then tossed it to Galava.

Galava caught the phone with both hands, not understanding why he was suddenly being given a phone.

’Do they think I’m too bored in this secret room? Are they letting me go online now?’

’In that case, I’ll contact my family and let them know I’m safe.’

But when he saw the news from the past several days on the screen, he instantly froze as if petrified.

He stared at the screen in disbelief, his body trembling uncontrollably.

But he quickly forced himself to control his overwhelming emotions, managing a strained smile as he looked at Chu He. "Mr. Chu, what is the meaning of this?

I know I held back on some things, but I only did it to...

to have a bargaining chip for future negotiations. I want to live. I was worried I’d be discarded once I was no longer useful."

"Don’t you want to avenge your family?" Chu He asked with a faint smile, his fingers intertwined.

"In these chaotic times, just being able to survive is a blessing," Galava said earnestly.

Chu He slowly rose from the wooden chair, his shadow stretching long as he walked to stand before Galava.

One hand rested gently on Galava’s shoulder.

Their figures blurred, and when they came into focus again, they were in the boundless sky. Tens of thousands of feet in the air, they were surrounded by swirling clouds and a heart-stopping, silent void.

Galava’s head spun. His heart seized, and fear, cold as ice, instantly froze the blood in his veins.

His eyes flew open as he tried to find some trace of logic in the unbelievable situation,

but all he saw were Chu He’s slender fingers gently tapping the center of his forehead.

A wave of deathly energy, so dense it was almost tangible, surged like a tidal wave and poured mercilessly into Galava’s body.

This power was ancient and evil, carrying with it the decay and despair of ages,

causing his body to age from its prime to decrepitude in a single instant.

His skin rapidly lost its luster, growing slack and covered in deep furrows. Each wrinkle was like a cruel etching of time,

recording the passage of a life he never lived.

Galava’s spine gradually bent, as if he were carrying an immense weight, and an invisible force crushed him until he could barely breathe.

Horrified beyond belief, he opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream his lungs out,

but he found that even making the most basic sound had become excruciatingly difficult.

Only a faint hiss escaped his throat, like a guttering candle flame in the wind, threatening to be extinguished at any moment.

He felt the power corroding every inch of his body, down to his very bones.

Even breathing became a heavy burden; each inhalation felt like a grueling tug-of-war with the Death God.

Chu He let go. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Galava’s body

instantly lost all strength and plummeted toward the endless sky below.

Despite possessing the body of a Mysterious Evil Spirit, he was utterly fragile before this deathly energy.

In the end, Galava became a black arc, piercing through layers of clouds and falling straight into a desolate and deep primeval forest.

With a sickening THUD, Galava’s body shattered on impact, a mangled mess of flesh and blood,

merging with the earth. All that remained was an unrecognizable puddle of gore,

and the lingering stench of death in the air.

All around, only the wind whimpered through the treetops, as if mourning the tragic scene.

The scent that filled the air was a mixture of thick blood

and what seemed to be the unique, indescribable Mysterious Power from within Galava’s body.

They wove together like the most evil Spell in the dead of night, awakening the horrors slumbering within the ancient forest.

Deep in the forest, a flurry of hurried, chaotic footsteps shattered the dead silence.

A group of misshapen, ape-like, yet far more terrifying, Mysterious Evil Spirits appeared.

Their bodies were covered in mottled, rotting flesh. Some parts had festered away completely, revealing stark white bone.

Shreds of meat hung from their skeletons, swaying sickeningly with their every move.

Their eyes glinted with greed and madness.

These Evil Spirits were exceptionally agile, leaping through the trees,

moving like phantoms. Every step landed with perfect precision, making almost no sound.

Their target was clear and cruel: Galava’s shattered remains.

They swarmed the site, their mouths, filled with sharp teeth, twisting in excitement.

They let out waves of shrill, bizarre cries that echoed through the silent forest, enough to make one’s blood run cold.

Without hesitation, they reached out with withered fingers, grabbing the rotten flesh on the ground like iron pincers,

and desperately stuffed it into their ravenous mouths.

Every bite sent flesh and blood flying, filling the air with an even thicker stench of gore and decay.

Under the ravenous greed of the Evil Spirits, Galava’s corpse was swiftly devoured, leaving behind nothing but a mess of viscera and splattered blood.

But the Evil Spirits seemed unsatisfied. They continued to prowl the area, letting out strange, wanting cries.

Their eyes scanned every inch of the ground, not missing a single remaining trace of blood.

Finally, they lowered their heads and scraped at the earth with their sharp claws, licking up every last drop of blood.

They continued until the entire area returned to its former dead silence, save for a lingering chill in the air and an indescribable sense of fear.

Having finished, the Mysterious Evil Spirits let out a few more bizarre shrieks.

The sound seemed to carry a hint of satisfaction and triumph before they vanished like phantoms into the depths of the forest.