Curse The Mainframe - Chapter 457

The death soldier jerked. He seemed to have heard a familiar voice – a voice that had haunted his dreams and nightmares.

For years.

Decades, even.

It had been… such a long time. He was even starting to forget how his master sounded and looked like, yet he heard his voice now.

Everyone in the sect said that his master was dead, but he refused to believe it.

His master was strong and wise, and he had never once done a single thing that caused him to feel that he couldn’t rise against the current. He might not have been the best person ever, but to Qingxuan, his master was… like a father.

Qingxuan controlled his breathing.

Though he might have said that he refused to believe his master was dead… he knew. He knew deep down that the likelihood of him being alive was as close to zero as possible. It had been so many years. He should have come back much earlier if it had really succeeded

He knew that his master’s lifespan had long since come to an end.

Otherwise, why would he not have come back at all this whole time?

There were many things that his master had not finished, leaving it all in his hands before he departed for solitary cultivation, and they had been finished in his hands as well.

Qingxuan had seen almost everything.

There were miraculous techniques and magic spells, and people who seemingly went against the laws of nature, but there was one thing that they had yet to conquer.

Lifespan.

More than that, he’d been tricked numerous times already over the years, and he no longer believed just anything.

This should be a trick.

Besides the slight flinch that happened in his eyes, which went away just as quickly as it appeared, nothing else could be discerned from his expressions or his posture.

His body had not even moved since the first time that he woke up.

Honestly, he was just tired of it all already. But if there was a chance for him to get away, he would still take it.

“Qingxuan.”

Qingxuan remained unmoved. His master would not call him in such a voice.

His master had always been impatient and irascible, unlike how the Evans Sect portrayed him to outsiders.

He didn’t believe that this was anything other than an illusion showing him his heart’s greatest desire.

As he ignored the voice, his eyes darted around as he looked for a way out.

He was different from the other death soldiers.

Even if the Evans Sect had prospered because of his master’s reputation, but they had long since become rotten from the inside, disgracing everything that the sect once stood for.

“Qingxuan.”

The two who were sending doe-eyed looks towards the Klein Clan member should be easier to deal with.

If he could break through them, then they probably wouldn’t react until it was too late.

He had been struck by a mild case of insanity earlier when he actually allowed himself to get captured by someone who wasn’t even in the Meister stage yet.

If his master knew, he would probably have shamed him.

“Qingxuan, you little idiot!”

Qingxuan flinched, breaking out of his trance.

That voice… that microtone, that inflection of anger.

It all sounded exactly like his master.

Could he truly be alive?

He didn’t think that an illusion could be so very accurate, down to the very point.

Dazed, the death soldier Qingxuan appeared rather clumsy and lovable to the people who were looking carefully at his reaction.

On the other hand, Klyse had no such reservations.

He jumped from Le Xuan’s shoulder and landed on the death soldier’s face, then he slowly slid down until Qingxuan could see all of him.

“Master?” he said, his voice cracking.

If he had not seen this slug, then perhaps he really would not have believed it no matter what. After all, what kind of enemy would try and befuddle him with something as fantastical as this?

He was more inclined to think that this was all real.

Qingquan’s breathing sped up.

Meanwhile, Klyse had started to scold his one foolish disciple.

In his entire life, he only had this one disciple, yet now?

Now?

He had even become a death soldier, of all things!

What a travesty! What a disgrace!

How could he dare to call himself the great Klyse Evans’ disciple!?

This foolish disciple of his really lost his entire face for him! How could he show his face now?

Oh wait… he was a slug now.

Le Xuan and Katherine exchanged looks while they saw the assassin that had been sent after them meekly listen to the slug that was berating him nonstop. He didn’t even take the time to breathe.

But seeing the two react like this, they probably really were student and master.

Katherine was surprised. What were the chances of something like this happening? What were the chances of the sole disciple of Klyse Evans having been sent after them?

But if she thought deeper about it, it wasn’t so surprising. Since Klyse Evans was supposed to be dead, then…

Theoretically, the one who should go the furthest length and means to kill the people who supposedly killed off Klyse Evans’ reincarnated body… would be his disciple.

Yet, looking at it, it didn’t seem like this Qingxuan was aware that his master had been ‘resurrected’ into another body.

Katherine cut off Klyse’s ranting. “Did you know that your master has ‘resurrected’?”

Qingxuan didn’t say anything. He just stared at his master with wide eyes.

Le Xuan kicked the large slug in the side, causing Klyse to make an annoyed sound.

Qingxuan’s resulting glare could have buried Le Xuan six feet under, but she just crossed her arms, unworried.

Klyse, “…Answer her.”

“No, master, I didn’t know that you had been resurrected,” he said respectfully.

“What orders did they give you? Why the f.u.c.k are you a death soldier now?” Klyse exploded. His one and only disciple should have been treated like a gem. He had his teachings, and with time, he would have become the brightest star in the sky.

Yet, what had happened instead?

He was a death soldier!

The death soldiers that were meant to take on suicide missions with no chance of survival!

What the f.u.c.k had happened?!

He was even forced to wear tight female clothing now! It was truly… too beautiful of a scene to look at! Klyse felt like it was funny, yet it was also equally as despairing. The little boy of the past had become a big man, but he was wearing this type of clothing…

Their first meeting after so long had truly taken on a strange style.

“Two years after you… left the sect, Jess Evans took over as sect master, and she slowly started driving out all those people who previously supported you. Without your support and power, your faction declined almost instantly.”

Klyse exploded again. He had really raised a white-eyed wolf (1)! Truly worthy of being his cousin! She sure was ruthless! She couldn’t even let off his only disciple!

He had treated her well in vain.

He took a deep breath.

Qingxuan continued on. “A few days ago, they gave me orders saying that you had resurrected somehow but was then killed again while you were still weak, so I had to go and avenge your death.”

“Stupid boy!” Klyse roared, “They told you to avenge me, so you actually wanted to avenge me?”

“I was wrong,” Qingxuan cried, sounding like a child. It was completely different from his stern and solemn look. In front of his master, he was truly just like a child admitting his wrongdoings.

While the two were having their ‘conversation’, Le Xuan was analysing things. It seemed like the Evans Sect really was treating Klyse as dead. Otherwise, why would they send out the man’s disciple to ‘avenge’ him?

It was likely so that in the future, when people found out that Klyse was dead, they could say that they had avenged him, whilst at the same time, getting rid of this time-ticking bomb called Qingxuan who was the last remnant of Klyse’s faction, killing two birds with one stone.

Previously, they had been more than willing to ignore the power struggle between the Evans Sect and the rest of the sects, but now…

It was likely that news of Klyse Evans’ death was going to leak out.

Soon, chaos would be coming.