Nightmare’s Call - Chapter 176 - Departure

TitleNightmare’s Call – Chapter 176 – Departure
Alternative TitleSummoner of Nightmares 召唤梦魇
Author(s)Get Lost,Gun Kai,滚开
Genre(s)Action, Fantasy, Horror, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Xuanhuan
TypeChinese Web Novel

Nightmare’s Call – Chapter 176 – Departure – This is a story of an ordinary boy gaining unusual powers from his nightmares… It all started when Lin Sheng experienced something strange on what he thought was just another normal day. He begins to have recurring dreams that lead him on an incredible journey of discovery as he encounters spine-chilling monsters and elusive secrets.

Chapter 176: Departure: Part 4
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sea breeze was getting colder and colder and the congregating crowd soon dispersed as if nothing happened.

“This is war.” Lin Sheng let out a deep sigh, feeling helpless.

He was strong, Khadula was strong, but what of it? The invasion of Xilin did not happen in just a day.

Xilin itself was rotten to the core, and even without any foreign invasion, it would collapse under its own weight as revolutionary zeal run rampant.

And the billions of citizens would suffer the same fate.

If a rotten tree does not fall, and to serve as fertilizer for the land, no new sprouts will grow.

By the time he got back to the cabin area, he ran into that girl in the purple-black dress again. She clearly had saw that scene as well, and was still in a daze.

“Why didn’t they save them?” The girl suddenly asked as Lin Sheng walked passed her.

“Because it has nothing to do with them.” Lin Sheng flatly replied, before heading off towards his room.

Night came, and Lin Sheng tried to check out the situation in Huaisha City. The three Vault Wardens he had left behind no longer shared their senses with him. The distance was clearly too great, and was beyond the range he could control.

Now he could only vaguely sense their general direction, and which unit it is.

Lin Zhounian went to the washroom to take a puff. The moment he got out, his expression was grim as he sat on the chair without a word.

Lin Sheng too did not say anything.

The father and son simply just sat there, one of the bed, another on the chair as minutes passed by.

“Chenchen, be honest with me, did you join that revivalist movement?” Lin Zhounian suddenly asked.

“Revivalist?” Lin Sheng was dumbfounded.

“You mother and I are not fools. You have been going out early and coming back late these few days. And were busy all day long even during the holidays. We have even came across the flyers from that movement a few times already.” Lin Zhounian said with a hushed voice.

“No.” Lin Sheng shook his head. “I’m not a member of the Revivalist Front.”

The second day, the cruise ship had reached a port for resupply.

The port was the furthest port in Xilin’s frontier, called Port Franciske.

In Xilin tongue, it meant the eternal pearl.

After this port, the ship will leave Xilin’s maritime borders and enter international waters.

By the time the cruise ship arrived, it was about nine in the morning.

The Ocean Silverstone was probably the largest ship to dock on Port Franciske. As there were manpower shortage due to the recent strikes, the resupplying took longer than scheduled.

Lin Sheng got onto the deck, and saw an ongoing protest by the docks.

At least thousands of Xilineans were clustered together as they held placards and loud speakers, chanting slogans as they went.

A large number of military police soon arrived, and started using rubber bullets and water cannons to push back the protestors.

As the protest was swept aside, plus the enraged crowd stampeding upon one another, there were many casualties.

Lin Sheng stood by the boat side, and this time around, Lin Zhounian, Gu Wanqiu and Lin Xiao too had witnessed this.

There were a few more Xilineans onboard the ship, and their expression changed when they say that.

The military police was the Xilin government’s suppression force, and they were very experienced in dispersing protesting crowds.

And soon, the area was cleared and aside from some mess on the dock, there were nothing left.

Lin Sheng did not say anything at all, and simply watched.

The Xilin today, needed some bloodletting to be able to change from the bottom up. And this was the pain everyone needed to endure during a revolutionary period.

By the time the resupplying was completed, it was already late evening.

After that, the journey was uneventful as they arrived at Xylond’s Port Isaiah.

And weirdly enough, Lin Sheng’s dream was still at that stone hall.

Lin Sheng sensed that, without a stable environment and state of mind, he could not change the dream.

After disembarking, Lin Sheng and his family grabbed their bags, big and small as they got onto the vehicle arranged by Chen Minjia to Shermanton Yinglu Private Academy.

The academy was located in Xylond’s central Shermanton City, a city of arts rich in history.

The city had Xylond’s largest concentration of private universities, and were mostly towards the arts, like graphic design, music, dance, instruments etc.

Chen Minjia, due to her business relations, had sponsored Yinglu Private Academy and have obtained a special recommendation quota from there.

And because of that special investor privilege, Lin Xiao and Lin Sheng both gotten a spot in the university through this quota, and directly entered the academy for their education.

Lin Xiao entered year two, while Lin Sheng was year one.

Lin Zhounian and Gu Wanqiu on the other hand scouted around nearby the academy as they planned to open up a small shop.

Both Xylond and Xilin uses the same Xilin language system. Aside from some local dialects, Xilin is understood here. So there’s not much communication barrier.

Lin Sheng and Lin Xiao both went ahead to report themselves for university.

The main faculties for Yinglu Academy were dance and instruments, while the rest are mostly for show. It ranks 39 in the entire Shermanton area, towards the lower rung.

Lin Xiao, without any recourse, chose to specialize in engraving, a subject that interested her somewhat.

While Lin Sheng chose to study about the business management of ointments and balms.

The Lin’s then rented a place, and tried to settle down as soon as possible.

Lin Sheng still had a couple of million of cash with him. Even when converted to Xylond dollars, there’s still a couple of million to go about, allowing him to live without needing to crack his head on expenses.

The only thing he needed to do was to legitimize these money without affecting his parents.

Redwin, Blackblossom City.

“Dead? He’s dead?!”

Inside a private manor, an old man covered in silver adornments slammed the table as he got up.

“A three-wing, top tier Darksider dying without accomplishing anything in Xilin, while under the supervision of the military four-wings! Are you kidding me?!”

The old man’s face was red in anger as strands of dark powers roiled around him.

Standing opposite him, one man one woman, were in suits, hat and scarf. The two took of their hats at the same time, bowing apologetically.

They were the representatives of the Heaven’s Spire to inform the old man about the death of his grandson.

“Our apologies, sir….”

The old man, a member of the Starfury Clan in the Heaven’s Spire top echelon, clutched his walking stick tightly as he stood by the table, as if he was deciding on who should die.

“I want details. Who are the four-wings stationed at Anduin?!”

“The Pale Viper and the Snow Banshee, sir.” The man quickly answered. “The one who discovered your grandson’s murder was the Pale Viper. She herself was badly wounded as well.”

“I don’t care if she’s wounded or not, what I want to know, who killed my grandson! Who!!?” The old man’s eyes gleamed red.

The operatives looked at each other before answering at the same time.

“The Ironfist Society.”

“The Ironfist Society?”



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