Chapter 25 Pollution from the Abyss

Almost instantly, Moon identified the owner of the post.

It must be his former boss, the one who resolutely dissolved the company and made him unemployed because he traveled through time!

But if the other party does not dissolve the company, I will not be unemployed. If I am not unemployed, I will not play this outrageous game.

Without playing this outrageous game, nothing would happen now.

This outrageous cause and effect relationship made Moon a little at a loss for words for a moment.

I could only rub my eyes and continue reading.

The other person’s ID was “Poetry and Distance”, and the moment he saw it, Mo En didn’t know what to say.

"My friends, I believe you all know that I am a traveler from the Baratheon region. This birth point is really bad, extremely bad."

"Queen Baratheon has adopted extremely high-pressure measures against the extraordinary people, and has issued a clear order to immediately execute us time travelers once we are discovered."

"Because of these, I have always been at the bottom of the second batch. There is no other way. The development environment is too difficult."

At this point, he even made a Q version animation to express his frustration and helplessness.

"But it is because I am in Baratheon that I have the honor to witness this miraculous scene."

"I am sure that this must be a great miracle that the first batch has not seen!"

"Saint Constantine, the great man when the devil was rampant on earth, is almost synonymous with that ancient era."

Seeing this, almost all the onlookers below were talking.

"Constantine? Who?"

"He is a saint, and the most famous of all saints."

"You may not have heard of Constantine, but you must have seen a snow-white cane carved on the buildings in many regions. That is the symbol of Constantine, implying that evil will retreat and demons will be killed."

"You met Constantine? Damn it, I just said I wanted to find someone to dig up his tomb together!"

Huh? Digging my grave?!
Moen was stunned.

No wonder you have such a bad reputation over there.

But I remember that when I was Constantine, I didn’t have a mausoleum. Was it a cenotaph built specially for me by later generations?
Moon's doubts were soon answered.

"Saint Constantine doesn't have a mausoleum. Did you also buy a secret map through some channel?"

"Yeah, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the map?"

"Isn't it? So many people have been cheated! I have saved up half a year's salary, which is pitiful!"

"What? I borrowed 80,000 gold pounds from the Merchant Alliance for this map!"

"Hahahaha, you deserve it, you're the one who ruined our reputation and tainted our situation!"

Watching the interaction between these guys, Moon felt a little confused and also a little strange about the atmosphere of this website.

Although I have never seen this kind of website before, I feel like something is wrong.

Aren't you being too careless?

Moon had participated in mutual aid gatherings between secret organizations and low- and mid-sequence supernatural beings there. No matter which organization or which gathering, everyone was very careful.

If possible, they would rather not say a word!
Why are you like this?
But no matter what the replies below were, the poster continued his speech, and even in such a short time, he managed to copy what he saw at the time by hand-drawing.

That was the scene where Moon stood in front of the broken city wall, holding up his staff and shouting at the demons not to move forward.

"People say that the saint died a long time ago, but no, I saw the saint return with my own eyes in the city of Suras."

"When everyone gave up on Suras, only this saint who was thought to have died long ago came down from heaven and became a new city wall."

"The horrible demons were stunned to their feet by him, the poisonous fires that were spreading were extinguished under his feet, and the pollution of the abyss and divinity was stopped by his shouting."

"I swear I'll never forget this scene in my life."

“I finally understood why people were so eager for a savior and followed him without hesitation.”

"At this moment in Suras, this is the savior!"

As the poster finished his speech, the following replies also exploded.

"Holy shit, is this true? It's so cool!!"

“Woo woo woo, I’m not even a transcendent yet, how come I got to see such an awesome scene!”

"How could you have come across such a big scene?"

"Saints are saints. They are always so cool."

"I used to really disobey these high-ranking transcendents. I always thought I could do it if I could get to the top. But now I know that I really can't do it."

"Unbelievably handsome. Are all the things these big shots do so earth-shattering?"

"One person saves a city, one person faces the entire abyss. It's exciting just thinking about it."

"If I could, I would really like to switch places with you."

"I heard there is a way to share memories over there. Who has the solution? I want to see it with my own eyes. It must be very shocking!"

Looking at the crazy stacked floors, Moon and the poster felt very satisfied.

People just need the affirmation of others!

Moon also clicked on the hand-drawn copy. After looking at it carefully for a long time, Moon couldn't help but sigh.

Almost exactly like the photo except it's not colored.

This guy is awesome.

However, Moon also noticed that the demon lord drawn by the other party was only an image and did not resemble the original.

From this perspective, he should know the danger of demons and be cautious even with such indirect communication.

Of course, just in case, Moen did some searching and sent a private message to the poster:
I think you should know this, but I still want to remind you, never call the devil's real name, and never try to recall the devil's specific appearance. Even if you are separated by a world, you may be contaminated.

Moon believed that after this, the Demon Lord would be living a life worse than death in the abyss, or might even be dead.

However, it is better to be careful about this kind of thing.

Moon's private message was also seen by the poster, Jonah Jameson, the former boss who caused Moon to lose his job.

Because after posting this and attaching the perfect hand-drawn work that I worked so hard to create.

He received countless private messages.

He was now looking at them one by one, savoring the praise and compliments from others.

Different from the general population, even the third group, which is the largest in number, must be an elite group with their own special features.

For him, being admired by the elites is a higher enjoyment than being admired by the masses.

But Jonah Jameson just found Moon's reminder funny.

These must be the third group of time travelers. After getting some extraordinary knowledge, they couldn't help but speak it out.

How could I not know about this kind of thing?
How could I possibly recall and call upon demons over there?

Stop being funny!

Shaking his head, he closed the website and turned to perfecting his hand-drawings.

The demon's appearance was still not perfect, and it was nothing like what he remembered.

He wanted to draw it.

Perfectly painted!

There was a pile of crumpled up manuscripts at his feet.

Due to constant copying and recollection, his eyes have begun to become bloodshot.

In his new hand-drawn paintings, the demons become clearer and the saints become more blurred.

(End of this chapter)