Chapter 466: I’m Ema
Chapter 466: I’m Ema
After packing some clothes into a backpack able to swallow more than its little size, Godfrey returned to the streets.
Shibuya was already in chaos, and news reporters had already begun to report that Shibuya was on lockdown. The boundaries of Shibuya were now barricaded and manned by military forces, just to ensure the infected did not leave.
The further he moved, the city seemed to lose its civilization until he stood in the street with fire at different places, some from bodies, some from buildings. Godfrey couldn’t believe a civilised city could descend into this in a span of hours.
Few cars were on the road. Many hid in their homes and made sure the doors were locked.
Little groups went out to raid stores just to ensure they had food. No one trusted the other because anyone could be a centipede carrier.
In just hours, the law collapsed. Fear had taken over, and it was every man for himself and his family.
As he walked through the silent street, Godfrey had a feeling this was what the apocalypse a century ago looked like.
Someone was tossed from a storey building, and he crashed onto the ground, snapping his leg and arm, but his bones cracked and came back to their original state.
Godfrey’s eyes went to the room from which this man was thrown. There was a possibility someone else was infected.
Once again, he saw what monsters from dungeon gates could do. In a span of hours, it had broken humans, planted distrust, and shattered society. Such power was far beyond what humans had.
Even guesses at this point about the number of infected and dead might be a cover-up for the total number of people infected. This plague was nightmarish.
So nightmarish, Godfrey had to watch his feet to ensure there was no centipede around his path. Those things were so stealthy, almost no one and nothing could spot them. Especially not Earth’s technology.
Only the eyes could see them. The skin couldn’t feel them, the ears couldn’t hear them, not even the sixth sense could predict danger when it came to these centipedes.
After a few steps, Godfrey paused, then looked at the infected man vomiting profusely. He could hear the pain in the man’s voice as he desperately wanted to stop.
Fear had consumed him whole, yet his nightmare refused to cease.
It was such an inhumane plague. It didn’t kill, it controlled. He was staring at a more twisted version of a zombie plague. At least zombies are dead, these ones were still alive.
The man lifted up his head. The lower part of his eyes was red and swollen. His eyes were pale and murky.
The sound of a soothing flute was faint when Godfrey was far away, but now that he was close to the man, he could hear it more clearly. Whoever played the flute was playing an old, delicate melody.
It was a huge contrast to what was happening to the man before him.
The man began to struggle. He twisted his head to the right, then to the left. Eventually, he lunged at Godfrey, a centipede crawling halfway out of his mouth.
It was smaller than the one the little girl had in her.
A portal opened behind the man, and Toria emerged. She pierced her rapier through his skull and the centipede in his mouth, then blue flames swallowed the infected.
Godfrey walked away. A short while later, he got close to the dungeon gate but found a blockade there.
There were three armoured trucks before the gate and over two dozen soldiers with their summons.
"Look at him," Ken said to a young woman caressing the neck of a massive bear with a saddle on its back, lying face-flat on the ground.
She had a pretty oval face. Long braided hair rested on her left bosom. She wore a leather coat that went down to her shins, and a black belt with golden embroidery went around her waist.
She also had arm guards with golden embroidery. Her feet were covered with knee-high black leather high heels shod with gleaming golden metal.
"I thought he would be dead already." She turned to face the man walking down the lonely street with a backpack. One hand went to her waist as she lifted an eyebrow.
"He’s the King Of Summoners?"
"It’s unbelievable. He gives off that casual air. Like someone who has seen a lot and has been broken several times. Seeing him in person, you realise he doesn’t match his feats on screen."
"You just said what’s on my mind." The young woman glanced at Ken with slight surprise in her black eyes before she averted her gaze back toward Godfrey, but all of a sudden, he wasn’t far away again but right before the trucks.
It made her breath catch. "That was... scary," she whispered.
"What’s going on?" Godfrey asked, staring at Ken.
"We sent a message to you but received no reply, so orders were for a strike team to be set up with the objective of killing the boss tonight," Ken replied like he was giving a report to a higher official.
"Only you and I are going into the gate," Godfrey replied as he went straight for the gate, but the young woman with braided hair stood before him.
"I hope I didn’t hear wrong. Only you and him are going into an open dungeon? Did you hear about that place? It could be as large as Tsushima Island. How do you expect to find the boss in the fastest way possible?"
"So you’re the boss tracker?"
She nodded at Godfrey’s question, then stretched forth her hand. "Pleased to meet the Master of the House Of Order. I’m Ema, and Shibuya is in disorder." She chuckled softly.
"People are dying. This isn’t a joke, Mrs. Ema," Ken replied.
Ema’s face became solemn as she eyed Ken. "It’s Miss Ema. Don’t make a mistake about that, and for God’s sake, people are dying. Are we going to drown in sorrow then? We might as well die of depression before we get there."
Godfrey walked past her.
"Let’s go then. I hope your bear can move fast," he stated. They were about to enter a dungeon with its own civilization, a whole different world. Ema was painfully necessary... unfortunately.