Chapter 26: Mysterious Past, Day Of The God’s Fall
Ian stood rigidly in front of the restroom door.
His pupils reflected the woman who walked out from behind his father.
The woman seemed to have noticed him.
“How special…” The woman staring at Ian as if to see through all of Ian’s information murmured softly, and just as Clark was about to turn back for another look.
In an instant.
The entire world seemed to lose color directly, fading into a black-and-white tone, with Clark frozen in his turning motion like a solidified sculpture.
Even the air seemed to stop flowing.
Ian could hear his own intense heartbeat standing out especially in the solidified spacetime.
“What did you do?!” He was truly shocked; his invincible Superman father was influenced without even resisting, and the power possessed by the eerie woman in front of him truly far exceeded his imagination.
Facing the boy’s shocked question.
“I’m just waiting.” The woman tilted her head slightly; there was also a pendant chain around her neck, though what exactly was hanging on it was concealed underneath by the black uniform.
“Waiting for what?” Ian believed the woman definitely wasn’t waiting for assembled rice; he hadn’t yet built his business empire in the United States, and whatever such a powerful woman wanted to do certainly wouldn’t be simple.
“Gulp~”
Ian’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
His peripheral vision caught his father’s petrified side profile—to think, even facing the power of the mystical side, his own Superman father should never be this powerless.
The woman in front of him was at least a “Law God”-level powerhouse. This woman didn’t look very old, with the steadiness of a big sister and the vitality of a maiden.
The very contradictory temperament blended together harmoniously.
To be fair.
Ian found it very frightening.
She looked like an old monster who had lived for years.
“What am I waiting for?”
The woman didn’t respond directly; she walked slowly toward the bay window at the end of the corridor, her cold pale long legs appearing even more exceptionally pale in this black-and-white world.
“Please allow me to apologize to you, special child.” The woman opened the window, looked at the night view outside, raised her hand, and grasped a withered leaf similarly frozen in midair.
“You will lose your father, and I will take him away. Rest assured, I assure you I will take good care of him.” When the woman turned to look at Ian, the corners of her lips curved into a gentle arc.
Ian’s mind was racing, his breathing becoming more obvious.
“You are Death…” Some information surged in his mind, making his heart tremble; this fear absolutely didn’t come from the woman in front of him.
But from the thing he had guessed.
“You actually know about Death?” The woman was clearly stunned for a moment, her tone astonished. She examined Ian carefully again, then directly climbed over the window and sat on the windowsill.
“No, I’m not Miss Death. How could I be as beautiful, gentle, kind, and approachable as her?” The woman twirled the withered leaf in her hand, her tone full of admiration.
Perhaps with a touch of longing.
Before Ian could open his mouth to ask again, the woman seemed to know what Ian wanted to ask.
“My name is Tessa, and I’m one of them.” As she spoke, the woman who called herself Tessa raised her slender hand, pointing with that cold pale skin toward the pitch-black night sky.
There seemed to be some hidden things there. And when Ian hesitated for a moment and walked to the side of the woman Tessa, his pupils contracted sharply again.
Only to see.
Dense black figures on the street.
All in black suits standing tall in the faded world.
The old woman in the front row holding a black umbrella, its ribs made of stark white bones; the little boy in overalls holding a chick, with deep fire shining in the chick’s eye sockets.
There were also men with solemn expressions wearing top hats.
People of all ages and both genders were here, not just on the street but also on the rooftops of houses and car roofs, standing in those black suits with upright postures.
Without exception, they were all staring toward Ian. Everyone had expressionless faces; only after Tessa smiled, raised her hand, and waved to the group did they react.
They looked very mechanical.
The eerie suit group bowed in unison toward the window.
Perfectly aligned.
Movements identical.
Synchronized as if rehearsed thousands of times. Every person’s skin was pale as snow; in this black-and-white world, the scene looked even more eerie.
“They’re saluting you… lucky one with such an honor.” Tessa glanced at Ian’s hand; she seemed able to see the mark on the back of Ian’s hand.
And discovered certain information and secrets.
“Uh, can you explain what’s going on?” Ian’s scalp tingled as he looked at the dense crowd of black-clad people outside; he tried his best to keep his emotions stable enough.
“To be honest, your group has great looks. Interested in partnering with me to start a company where those interesting souls can show a segment of mysterious past during family gatherings, shocking all attendees and making them doubt their lives… I believe we’d get rave reviews.”
Forced humor.
Perhaps Ian’s last bit of stubbornness.
But his concealment of emotions clearly didn’t fool Tessa.
“I think you’ve figured it out.” Tessa gently rubbed the withered leaf in her hand, which gradually disappeared, “You just don’t want to admit it yet.”
“Dear little one… don’t be afraid, don’t be sad.” Tessa wanted to reach out and stroke Ian. “All things have an end; that’s not punishment, but a new beginning.”
Her voice was exceptionally gentle.
But those pale hands were dodged by Ian.
“Impossible, how could this be possible? There must be some mistake… You don’t even know…” Ian still wanted to refute desperately.
However.
The woman’s slender fingers were already pressed against his lips.
“We absolutely wouldn’t get something like this wrong.” Tessa spoke softly, her pitch-black eyes meeting Ian’s; Ian felt a dizzying depth.
“I am a Grim Reaper, and so are they. Our appearance can only mean one thing.” Tessa’s voice was light, gentle, and soft, yet it shattered the last of Ian’s fantasies.
“Your father, Clark Kent, has greatness worthy of respect. So, we came—at least the nearby companions gathered, with love and admiration.”
“Today, a god falls.”
“The saint’s demise, the hero’s death… requires sufficient witnesses.” Tessa’s words were like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, exploding in Ian’s ears and completely crushing the last shred of hope in his heart.
It was like a boulder weighing ten thousand pounds.
The boy, finding it hard to accept, felt even breathing difficult.
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