I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 625: Chapter 353: Vic and the Black Cat (Double Chapter)

Mire of Decay, Balzato City-States.

Though liberated like other city-states in the Mire of Decay, Balzato’s liberation came relatively late, and its resistance was particularly resolute.

Of course, when the forces of the Black Tide Secret Society truly descended, Balzato’s will to resist clearly weakened significantly.

Because those who resisted fiercely had already been thrown into the swamp...

However, people’s personalities are varied; among the rash resistors are naturally vile schemers. The waves they create may not be large, but they are like festering wounds that won’t heal...

In a cluttered room.

A young man, head bowed, sat motionless in a chair, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep from sheer exhaustion.

Yet the blood flowing from his neck revealed the grim truth.

Ordinarily, such an injury meant both feet were already in the coffin; the lid was about to be nailed shut.

But clearly, a hand had forcefully thrown the coffin lid aside...

"Hah... cough!"

The young man suddenly awoke with a start, the strange sensation from his neck causing him to cough violently.

After a moment, he furrowed his brow, his eyes regaining some clarity.

He then touched his neck, and the sticky blood shocked him.

But it was clear there were no longer any wounds on his neck.

This sudden turn of events was difficult to accept. The young man took several deep breaths, closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and began to sort through his fragmented memories.

"I am..."

"Varesa’s..."

"No, I’m from Balzato..."

The two disparate yet equally fragmented memories filled his gaze with confusion, and a hint of pain appeared on his face.

The two sets of memories intertwined, forcing themselves into a long-dormant soul.

After a moment, he finally returned to his senses and exhaled.

"My name is... Vic, an Apprentice Alchemist at Balzato Academy..."

He mumbled to himself.

Amidst the tangled memories, the more complete recollection seemed to temporarily take the lead.

Yet, the soul remained the same.

After confirming his name, Vic’s reason seemed to return with it, and he began to examine his surroundings.

Seeing the blood on the floor that had yet to dry, some memory fragments surfaced again, and reason connected these scattered pieces, outlining the course of events.

"Someone entered the room while I was flipping through the book on material properties and slit my throat."

With this thought crossing his mind, Vic couldn’t help but feel a chill down his back. He shifted, leaning slightly against the wall to take in everything in the room, gaining a slight sense of security.

However, at that moment, a mysterious black mist suddenly appeared, coalescing into a shape, finally transforming into an elegant black cat licking its paw and sitting on the table.

"Awake?"

The black cat looked at him and spoke in a human voice.

This sudden change naturally made Vic’s body tremble, and he instinctively stepped back, eyeing the black cat warily.

"Relax, the person who slit your throat isn’t here now."

The black cat stood up, stretching its body leisurely.

"Who are you?" Vic calmed himself down a bit, though his wariness wasn’t dispersed.

"Good question." The black cat didn’t look at him, just lazily replied, "To be honest, I don’t know either. In a sense, I don’t have a name yet."

"Of course, as for names and such, I’m not really interested."

After stretching, the black cat lay down again, looking indifferent.

Vic was a bit bewildered by the black cat’s answer, but he instinctively felt this black cat was not easy to deal with. Since he couldn’t get any useful information, it was best for him to leave as soon as possible.

"...If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going."

With that said, Vic slowly moved towards the door while facing it and quickly quickened his pace after opening the door.

As he did so, the black cat merely flicked its tail and gave him a glance.

Just as Vic reached the stairs, he saw the familiar black cat sitting at the stairway landing.

"Don’t bother running; I’m inside you. You can’t shake me off."

The black cat seemed somewhat impatient. If it had a choice, it probably would have left this guy already.

"Who exactly are you, and what do you want?"

Seeing this, Vic calmed down.

Judging by the ability this black cat displayed, just the transportation ability alone made it impossible for him to shake it off.

In that case, it was better to have a good talk...

"Shouldn’t you be more concerned about why you’re suddenly alive again and what you’re going to do next?"

The black cat said.

Upon hearing this, Vic twitched his mouth.

Brother, where do I have the time to think about these questions?

My most important task now is to find a relatively safe place to ensure my own life...

It’s like asking someone if they brush their teeth or wash their face first in the morning.

Actually, everyone just opens their eyes first...

Sensing part of Vic’s thoughts, the black cat sighed slightly, "I was just born recently, and my purpose is to guide and assist you."

"Speaking of which, it seems to be inseparable from Varesa in your memory."

Varesa...

At the mention of this term, Vic’s mind unconsciously flashed through some fragments.

Yet they were just some scenes related to Varesa; information about himself seemed shrouded in mist, vague and unclear.

Among them, most striking was a towering Giant, as if a walking deity reaching the sky...