I'm Not the Hands of the Devil

Chapter 18: I Am Not the Feet of the Devil

“Sial! Fuck those! How is it possible?!”

An expression of human shock and fear appeared on the black cat's face as it ran through the heavy rain.

After running for a long time, the exhausted black cat suddenly tripped and fell a bit far away. However he got up again and continued running a few more steps before darting into the small alley to hide.

“Haa haa... Haa haa.

The black cat fluttered the water droplets on its fur before carefully observing its surroundings and heaving a sigh of relief when it did not see anyone around it.

The black cat limped and sat his ass on the ground.

“Transformation Technique – Eliminate!”

His breathing gradually calmed down as he opened his mouth, giving rise to the small shrill voice of a young man who was going through puberty.

A slight etheric disturbance made the black cat's body grow and turn into a teenager around the age of sixteen.

Morrison Greg, a brown-haired boy with a face full of freckles, is able to transform into a cat.

Morrison is an investigative staffer at the Secret Rite Tower's intelligence branch, currently a year's work. Although he was still rather young, Greg had an extraordinary talent in transformation and thus had the qualifications to go through individual missions.

However, the situation was different this time.

This was a period of calm for Greg and he did not take on any tasks. However, he heard that former Great Shining Knight Joseph went alone to investigate and did not allow any other staff to come along because of Wilde's threat.

As a young man who had joined the intelligence branch because he idolized Joseph, Greg was well versed in the past history between the Great Radiant Knight Joseph and the black magician Wilde.

Out of curiosity and worry for his idol, Greg carefully follows Joseph to this bookstore.

Naturally, he had fully used his special ability and kept a very safe distance. It was absolutely impossible for him to allow himself to be exposed.

That was until a while ago.

After waiting outside the bookstore for approximately ten minutes, Greg decided to take a little peek at the situation inside. In the end, what he saw was an extremely frightening sight!

A Radiant Knight with a Destructive rank, Unshakable Holy Flame, a half-metal monster in human form actually curled up in pain in front of the counter and fell to the ground a moment later!

Greg swore that he had seen everything so clearly with his cat's eyes.

A second ago, Joseph was still talking peacefully with the seemingly friendly bookstore owner and in the next second, Joseph had fallen to the ground.

After which, the bookstore owner jumped over the counter and reached out to the big knight's wrist and performed some strange actions. Greg was sure it must be some kind of evil magic!

Furthermore, the bookstore owner violently dragged the unmoving knight onto the small ship and even muttered a few mocking words in a cold manner.

Even a tough and unyielding man can have a fairy tale-like dream?

Is he suggesting that Sir Joseph's impulsiveness of coming into enemy territory alone is tantamount to the naivety of a child?

Or did he suggest that the Secret Rite Tower's great effort to clear the darkness was just a fantasy?

“Fuck! He even said 'good rest'. Did he intend to let the Undefeated Holy Fire stay asleep for all eternity ?! ” Greg shudder.

That's too scary! And worst of all, he has achieved most of it …

“What is going on? Who owns the bookstore? How could Sir Joseph collapse even by putting up any resistance? ” babble Greg. His face was pale and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had just managed to escape from the jaws of death.

No, there's nothing as if. He had actually just escaped the jaws of death. Greg will never forget the feeling of his heart stopping beating at the moment he accidentally dropped some junk beside the door.

The bookstore owner could definitely catch him but chose to stop at the door.

However, Greg knew that the bookstore owner had seen through his disguise.

Outside is dangerous?

Yes, the real danger was before Greg's eyes.

The bookstore owner accidentally let go so he could come back and report the news!

Maybe it was a warning, or maybe it was a provocation or maybe even a mockery.

But, he had no other choice now …

Joseph has fallen!

Now, only he could pass this information to the Secret Rite Tower.

Morisson Greg, the investigative staff of the Secret Rite Tower intelligence branch for a year, is now on a very important mission.

Suppressing the fear that flowed all over her body, she gritted her teeth and once again turned into a black cat before shooting towards the Secret Rite Tower.

——

Joseph once again drowned in hallucinations.

A vast expanse of sky and void lay before him. Stars of all shapes and sizes, twinkling continuously filled the murky sky.

Millions of light-years away, celestial bodies are in an endless cycle of emergence and destruction as the concept of time gradually fades.

In this starry expanse, countless colossal shadows floated within it.

Many times, this huge shadow would wander from this place to reality, forming a strange yet beautiful image before Joseph's eyes as the two spaces overlapped.

It was like being surprised to see a blue whale walking back and forth through the city. But most of the time, this astonishment is mostly painful.

Because most of the time, it ruined his cognition, making him drown in fear of the unknown.

Moreover, the demonic sword Candela would traverse through thousands of years and wail dejectedly towards this expanse of stars.

Joseph will feel like a child who misses his mother.

To be honest, to Joseph, wielding the demonic sword Candela was like taking care of a mischievous child. It was very difficult for Joseph to control the emotions of this child and he found it increasingly difficult to discipline him as he got older.

Things are different this time. Joseph had a book in his hand. A book that is not thick or large.

“Suara whizzing..”

The pages of the book flipped swiftly, and an indescribable taboo language flashed before his eyes.

“Someone who stares at the abyss will have the gaze of the abyss into it and get recognition from the abyss ..”

“T-wait..Damn it! A trap! Aaarghhh!”

Joseph was awakened by the intense pain in his mind caused by information overload. A hint of excitement appeared in the raging state of the demon sword.

Why so happy? Is it because of this book? This is a children's story for kids!

Only

Joseph's eyes were wide open. He stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling and attempted to move but felt unable to do so.

He lowered his gaze and saw himself gripping “kids” stories.

So this is a story for a kid like this…

“Eh? Uncle, are you awake? ”

Joseph heard a familiar young voice. He turned his head and saw that familiar smiling face.

The pain in his head was gone. Shaking his head, Joseph reached out and supported himself.

“Thank you,” murmured Joseph.