Chapter 36 Ambitious Youth

William McConaughey shook off the liquid in his hands and wiped his wet face with a tissue.

He looked at the wash mirror in the company's bathroom, his eyes were filled with bloodshot from not sleeping all night, but in fact he had not slept well for several nights...

At that time, William came to this cold city alone, carrying a useless diploma and unrealistic dreams.

He wanted to fight for a career of his own with his own hands, and his ambition was to become a superior person!

But there was a deep gulf between reality and dreams, which was a huge gap that he could never cross with just his passion and hard work.

The first job William found in this ruthless city was a temporary porter in the hospital. The job was unstable and miserable, but it was his only choice at the time.

He kept repeating boring shifts again and again, mopping the floor in the corridor where the dim light bulbs flickered, delivering or the last package to those patients whose eyes were empty like corpses but not yet dead, and pushing the wheeled beds filled with cold corpses to the morgue in the basement.

He felt like a little devil working in hell, who had to deliver fresh human souls to King Satan all the time for him to eat.

The hospital staff despised him, the patients in the ward hated him, the foreman of the movers exploited him... The only person who made him feel warm was a bedridden old man.

The old man had severe pneumonia, and his breathing was like the wheezing of a bellows, his speech was mixed with violent coughing and wheezing, and he often coughed up thick bloody phlegm.

The old man seemed to be mentally confused, and regarded William as his grandson or other heir, and told him poems, riddles and some metaphysical conjectures tirelessly.

William listened very seriously and fascinated every time, which was a profound knowledge he had never come into contact with before.

However, after another shift, the foreman called him aside and said that he was no longer needed here, and he should take this last salary and leave.

William lost his first job and a precious friend of different ages.

In the following days, he rushed around in a city as cruel as a primeval forest, relying on back-breaking hard work to exchange for a meager salary, like a weak fox, living by picking up the food scraps that fell from the mouth of the capital beast.

But William often had a strange dream. He always dreamed of a diamond blue light, a light hidden under the dirt of the world, a light that shuttled through the dark forest.

The blue light reflected a door as pale as a skeleton, and under the door was the old man in the hospital.

William heard that he had died of pneumonia now, but why could he still dream of him, dream of that diamond blue light?

Until that day, he received a letter from a lawyer.

The old man in the hospital, the old man that William often dreamed of, mentioned him in his will and gave him a large sum of money and a strange package. The package contained a strange page left by the old man or the executor of the will.

For the first time in several months, William's rationality was fueled. He seemed to have evolved from a beast on all fours to a human again. He recalled his original dream.

He opened the package with passion, he read eagerly, he paced back and forth excitedly, he grabbed his hair in surprise, he danced with joy, he was desperate and mentally collapsed - the pages of the book actually accurately described his dream!

The words on the pages were full of bizarre and strange atmosphere, and the things described gave him a sense of déjà vu - houses, woodlands, hours, glow... William's heart was ready to move, he realized that there might be a powerful force hidden there that even generals and kings would envy!

The fire of desire extinguished by the cold reality rekindled, and in the crackling firelight, William realized that he had mastered the key, a key to power and strength.

William threw himself into the dangerous secret world without hesitation. He heard strange rumors in his dreams. He found a sponsor who was willing to help him study secret knowledge among the thousands of faces in the city - the amiable and wealthy Ms. Bobby Lacheres.

Ms. Bobby was willing to provide him with a large donation, but this was not a free lunch. She needed William to introduce her to someone suitable for the ending.

The so-called person who is suitable for the end is a living sacrifice, and William dare not refuse.

He brought an acquaintance who was eager for money and willing to sacrifice his youth to Ms. Bobby at the right time. Ms. Bobby smiled and took the acquaintance to the upper room. William did not want to recall what happened later. He only knew that the room was still lingering with coldness.

After receiving a large amount of sponsorship from Ms. Bobby, William could finally devote himself to gaining power and strength. He won over acquaintances to establish the Flash Blade Cult, worshipped the Scar Thousand, instructed the believers to seize money by violence, and bid for the strange objects and books of the secret world... He used all means to expand his secret power and enhance his strength.

However, there have always been problems with the promotion ceremony recently. Perhaps the sex of these believers is not compatible, or perhaps the desire of these believers is not strong enough... In short, he has not successfully gained a new disciple for a long time.

William took out a transparent glass bottle from his arms, and the bottle was filled with rose-colored powder.

He tilted his neck and the bottle, poured the last bit of rose powder into his mouth, stretched his slender tongue into the bottle to lick the residue, and then swallowed hard.

He murmured meaningless syllables, his fingers unconsciously snapped to the beat, his toes tapped the ground as if beating a drum, and a very thin vitality radiated from his body.

When William opened his eyes, the bloodshot inside had faded along with the fatigue, and he felt light and comfortable.

He looked at the glass bottle that was so clean that only some saliva was left, and sighed: "Alas... it's all used up again."

In fact, the salary of his current position is far from enough to cover the expenses of the cult, but with such a legitimate job as a cover, he can reduce a lot of unnecessary surveillance and cover up the secret activities of the cult in private.

William thought of the little Glover who kept sighing in the early morning meeting just now. Maybe it's time for him to be promoted to a higher-level position. The seat on the board of directors seems quite suitable.

"Let Elrich prepare the relevant matters tonight..."

"And little Victor didn't return to the headquarters last night to report the recent progress of the work. Has he found an opportunity to start, and is destroying the bodies and evidence all night?"

"After exchanging the head of that guy named Watson for the reward, I can continue to go to the Oliveram Auction House to participate in the next round of bidding... I heard that there are treasures handed down from the Persian Empire in this auction, and perhaps we can find the secrets closely related to the Scarred Thousand Captain."

William pushed open the toilet door while thinking, and when he turned his head, he saw a man and a woman with unfamiliar faces forcibly pushing open the door of his office.

He narrowed his eyes, and his knife-like eyes scraped across the bodies of the two unknown visitors, and seemed to pierce their bodies like a sharp blade.

He saw a moth flapping its wings in fear and a lamp that was about to go out.

William smiled.

"It turned out to be a bug and a broken lamp."

Fake Blade Man: Pretending to be injured like a colonel

Real Blade Man: Sharp eyes like a knife