Super Righteous Player
Chapter 522 - 63 You Can Call Me, Giralda_1

Chapter 522: Chapter 63 You Can Call Me, Giralda_1

The above-ground world was ticking by at 7:30 PM, Niusel was still patrolling the streets of the Sporogenesis Mill.

Without a constant and unchanging sun, the Underworld lacked a unified schedule formed by sunrise and sunset.

Factories here never ceased operation, and workers didn’t just work in three shifts... but also, each factory’s working hours weren’t fixed. Based on such a living and working schedule, the shops on the street didn’t have set opening hours either.

This is also why surface-dwellers aren’t suited for long-term life underground.

Once they get used to this "sleep as much as you want" lifestyle, they become uncontrollably lazy.

Yet at the same time, they can’t work with the same freedom in their hours as the Underworld residents.

When they return to the surface, they find... even though they only moved vertically up and down, it still feels like they crossed time zones, like traveling from Noah to The Holy Nation, and they might even experience jet lag.

For Niusel, his job was very flexible.

He was the only "supervisor" at the Sporogenesis Mill.

The wages for hiring a supervisor were provided by the local Underground City’s Diggers’ Council, and the supervisor was only accountable to the Diggers of their own city.

And the Sporogenesis Mill was a smaller-scale city.

It had only one Digger.

That is, Niusel himself.

In other words, Niusel was working for himself, paying himself, responsible for himself... even if he slacked off all the time, nobody managed him or could manage him.

Even if he worked hard every day, he wouldn’t earn an extra penny.

But Niusel would still patrol the streets every day.

It wasn’t just because he had nothing better to do.

He was sincerely using his strength, in his own way, to protect the city.

The city wasn’t one he had discovered, nor was it his birthplace.

If pressed for a reason for his hard work... it could only be because Naifertali was here.

A small-scale city with only one sage, one Digger. It had no special products, nor was it a transportation hub, and the city directly above it was just a small city.

In the Underworld, rich in resources and vast in land, the Sporogenesis Mill was undoubtedly one of the smallest cities.

If they were to move again, it would be difficult to find another fringe city that lacked an administrator and only required two people to manage it.

—For Niusel, the Sporogenesis Mill was more akin to his "home."

It was the home of himself, Naifertali, and some enthusiastic "neighbors".

There were hardly any young people here.

Those who came to the Sporogenesis Mill were mostly elderly.

This was also why he recognized Lin Yiyi and the other two as outsiders at first glance.

...Where did the Sporogenesis Mill usually get so many young people from.

Apart from him and Naifertali, the other residents were like neighbors from the streets and alleys, faces he got to know over so many years of living here.

When Niusel walked in the streets, he would even get warmly greeted by the grandparents, and occasionally they would give him some gifts and sweets.

Of course, it wasn’t to ingratiate themselves with the city’s "only enforcer."

With Niusel’s personality, although he tended to be a bit quirky, lazy, and not fond of using his brain, if someone came to him with despair and hope, he would surely respond.

He wasn’t short of money, nor did he seek fame. Helping others was just a matter of following his heart.

Over the years, Niusel gradually became the "Wise King" of the city.

Aside from tasks beyond his intellectual capability, the city’s "sage" almost never took action. But merely because the residents knew "Mr. Niusel is pursuing that lady," they would show Naifertali the same kind smiles.

—The goodwill stemming from loving the house and its crow.

This might be the best recognition of being a "good person."

...Although Niusel never considered himself a good person.

"Alright, Granny Machi."

Niusel squatted down, disentangling the stuck mechanical walking cane’s wiring, "There’s no problem, just a wire got stuck."

"But this wire is a bit crushed. You should still let your son take it for a proper repair later; it might not be so simple next time."

"Thank you, young man."

The white-haired elder smiled at Niusel.

She had no legs—but also no prosthetics.

Under Granny Machi’s two arms were two complicated canes with many gear structures. She gripped the middle handle of the canes, giving them a slight lift, and the wheels began to turn slowly.

Just like walking, each mechanical walking cane alternated legs, moving forward one after the other.

Undoubtedly, these were incredibly expensive custom mechanisms. Only the sages of the Underground City could have designed such.

Compared to the popular new invention, "automatic wheelchairs," it was not only difficult to repair but also uncomfortable to use.

But it was a choice made without choice.

Niusel didn’t need to ask to know that it was a constraint from Curse Binding.

The old Machi’s ten fingers were filled with rings—two made of silver and ten made from bronze of varying pale shades, with even two extra rings hanging from her index finger.

This represented the lives of at least twelve Transcendents.

Machi was the first Transcendent resident of this Underground City.

Without a doubt, "Machi" was certainly a pseudonym, and even that face might be false. A silver-tier Hunter who chose to enter the Underground City was inevitably a wanted criminal.

Her "son," the one with the especially robust physique, could be a disciple or an accomplice. It was also possible that her son was actually her father... anything was possible.

But that was a matter of the surface world.

—It has nothing to do with me.

In the Underworld, she was just a resident in need of protection.

Niusel smiled warmly and waved at old Machi’s retreating back.

He turned around, surprised to see two strangers walking through the crowd towards him.

Niusel narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing them from across the passersby.

Leading the way was a young girl, curiously looking around.

Her shoulder-length grey-white hair complemented her gray-white canine ears, and behind her was a fluffy grey-white tail. Undoubtedly, she was a wolf girl who had entered the Underworld for the first time.

Niusel felt some sympathy for the wolf tribe, persecuted by the Winter Principality—provided they didn’t cause trouble at the Sporogenesis Mill.

His gaze focused on the wolf girl’s lower abdomen.

Only after confirming that she was not pregnant did Niusel relax slightly, looking past the wolf girl towards the back—

—and his eyes met those of the black-haired, black-eyed middle-aged man.

He smiled and looked over.

"Lord Niusel."

His lips moved slightly, silently mouthing his own name.

Thanks to the "lip-reading" game often played by the children of Naifertali, Niusel could recognize the shape of his own name.

...Is he calling me?

Niusel became slightly cautious.

His eyes naturally fell and noticed a silver-white ring.

...Silver rank, huh.

Unlike the naively foolish wolf girl in front, this middle-aged man simply standing there exuded a strong pressure.

He was a very dangerous person.

Perhaps he was also a person of great importance.

Niusel’s beast-like intuition was telling him this.

He had always trusted his intuition.

But while Niusel was still hesitating about whether to go forward and greet him,

the other party took the initiative to turn around and walk towards him.

Damn, there’s no avoiding it now...

As the footsteps drew closer, Niusel felt a chill down his spine. Gazing at that friendly and gentle smile, he couldn’t help but feel the hairs on his neck stand on end and involuntarily stepped back.

"My apprentices have received your kindness."

The middle-aged man revealed a meaningful smile.

He extended his right hand straight towards Niusel, and the wolf girl beside him, looking utterly confused, came to a halt.

For some reason, Niusel felt even more nervous.

He wiped his hands on his legs and extended his hand cautiously, "Hello, I am Niusel. But, may I ask, who are you—"

The middle-aged man did not answer.

He simply raised the right hand that had just shaken Niusel’s, extended his index and middle finger, and pointed towards his own eyes.

"You may call me Giralda."

The man’s voice was magnetically deep and placid, "My three apprentices have been in your care."

—The Eye of Secrets!

Niusel immediately realized.

Thank goodness, not an enemy!

He breathed a sigh of relief at once.

The source of the intense oppressive feeling finally had an explanation.

But then he became puzzled:

The leader of The Eye of Secrets... is only of the silver rank?

But where did that sense of danger come from?

No Transcendent of the silver rank had ever given Niusel such a strong sense of oppression!

After all, Niusel had become a Digger by relying on his strong and sharp instincts, surviving the depths.

He trusted his instincts as much as he trusted Nefer Tower.

"You are..."

Just as Niusel was about to speak, he was interrupted:

"—Shh."

Giralda extended his right index finger, placing it in front of his lips.

His face still bore that radiant smile, but he spoke softly, "This is not a place for conversation.

"Go find them."

"Yes... sir," Niusel replied involuntarily, addressing him with respect.

A sense of inexplicable emotion arose within him.

Even though it was their first meeting,

he felt as if he were a subordinate of the other...

Facing the unknown fear, the novelty of confronting the high-levels of an old and powerful organization, and accompanied by the joy that the Sporogenesis Mill was finally going to be rescued.

—Niusel’s heartbeat just wouldn’t stop, like a pounding drum.

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