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Chapter 1318: 1316: The Tidal Reversal · Oct 14, 2026

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1301 Chapter 1299: 1297: Gazing into the Leap 2026-10-14
1302 Chapter 1300: 1298: Sunrise and Invitation 2026-10-14
1303 Chapter 1301: 1299: The Fog 2026-10-14
1304 Chapter 1302: 1300: Rugged Road 2026-10-14
1305 Chapter 1303: 1301: The Pawnʼs Collision 2026-10-14
1306 Chapter 1304: 1302 Shatter 2026-10-14
1307 Chapter 1305: 1303: The 7th Angel Envoy 2026-10-14
1308 Chapter 1306: 1304: The Wisdom of the Sanctuary 2026-10-14
1309 Chapter 1307: 1305: Flashing 2026-10-14
1310 Chapter 1308: 1306: Double Click 2026-10-14
1311 Chapter 1309: 1307: Difficult Concealment 2026-10-14
1312 Chapter 1310: 1308: Morning Sleep 2026-10-14
1313 Chapter 1311: Revised: 1309 Imprisonment 2026-10-14
1314 Chapter 1312: 1310: The Herderʼs First Lesson 2026-10-14
1315 Chapter 1313: 1311: The Prisonerʼs Urge 2026-10-14
1316 Chapter 1314: 1312 Transformation 2026-10-14
1317 Chapter 1315: 1313: Blooming 2026-10-14
1318 Chapter 1316: 1314: Body of Impurities 2026-10-14
1319 Chapter 1317: 1315 Nightmare Breeding Ground 2026-10-14
1320 Chapter 1318: 1316: The Tidal Reversal 2026-10-14
1321 Chapter 1319: 1317: Taboos Before the Hall 2026-10-14
1322 Chapter 1320: 1318: To Frame A Charge 2026-10-14
1323 Chapter 1321: 1319: Going to the Seaside 2026-10-14
1324 Chapter 1322: 1320: The Last Sanctuary 2026-10-14
1325 Chapter 1323: 1321: Limit Enlightenment 2026-10-14
1326 Chapter 1324: 1322: Flesh Erosion by Emptiness 2026-10-14
1327 Chapter 1325: 1323: Discussion of the Conclusion 2026-10-14
1328 Chapter 1326: 1324: Sincerity and Gratitude 2026-10-14
1329 Chapter 1327: 1325: Going to the Meeting 2026-10-14
1330 Chapter 1328: 1326: Night Visit to the Vampire (Part 1) 2026-10-14
1331 Chapter 1329: 1327: Night Visit to the Vampire (Part 2) 2026-10-14
1332 Chapter 1330: 1328: Night Visit to the Vampire (3) 2026-10-14
1333 Chapter 1331: 1329: Night Visit to the Vampire (4) 2026-10-14
1334 Chapter 1332: 1330: Nocturnal Visit to the Vampire (5) 2026-10-14
1335 Chapter 1333: 1331: Night Visit to the Vampire (6) 2026-10-14
1336 Chapter 1334: 1332: A Night Visit to the Vampire (7) 2026-10-14
1337 Chapter 1335: 1333: A Night Visit to the Vampire (8) 2026-10-14
1338 Chapter 1336: 1334: Night Visit to the Vampire (9) 2026-10-14
1339 Chapter 1337: 1335: Night Visit to the Vampire (10) 2026-10-14
1340 Chapter 1338: 1336: Night Visit to the Vampire (End) 2026-10-14
1341 Chapter 1339: 1337: The Dominatorʼs High-End Techniques 2026-10-14
1342 Chapter 1340: 1338: The Pontiffʼs Clumsy Artwork 2026-10-14
1343 Chapter 1341: 1339 Fingertips 2026-10-14
1344 Chapter 1342: 1340 Countdown 2026-10-14
1345 Chapter 1343: 1341: Midnight Snack and the Sleepless Ones 2026-10-14
1346 Chapter 1344: 1342: Fallen Guest Empire (Part 1) 2026-10-14
1347 Chapter 1345: 1343: Fallen Guest Empire (Part 2) 2026-10-14
1348 Chapter 1346: 1344: Fallen Guest Empire (3) 2026-10-14
1349 Chapter 1347: 1345: Fallen Guest Empire (4) 2026-10-14
1350 Chapter 1348: 1346: Fallen Guest Empire (5) 2026-10-14

Chapter 1318: Chapter 1316: The Tidal Reversal

The gentle and rhythmic sound of waves lapping, as if resonating simultaneously in one’s ears and will, abrupt yet wondrous.

The unique cadence embedded within carried a profound tranquility reminiscent of a dreamscape.

Ah, very spirited!

Of course, Fu Qian’s critique was a whole different matter.

It’s hard to tell whether these changes were caused by the instability of his own Nightmare or the Sect’s intentional acceleration, but it seemed something major was brewing.

As for the rationalization of the tidal sounds heard here, Fu Qian found nothing unusual.

Who said it had to be a seaside town? After all, wasn’t there the Sea of Mist?

Though even from his position, this angle didn’t provide a glimpse of the mist outside the town.

…

The scene at the town’s entrance at this moment beckoned even more wild speculation.

“There’s more!”

Yet judging from their expressions, the others hadn’t yet empathized with this strange pleasure.

Reginald swiftly dispatched the target, but Hunter Simon remained alert, offering a cold reminder.

The audience, still dumbstruck by the shocking scene moments earlier, was startled again by his words.

Especially when they realized who Simon was staring at—the audience themselves.

“How could this happen?”

Amila was almost the only one still paying attention to the wreckage on the ground.

Even though it was mangled and broken, it could not conceal that grotesque distortion.

It had only been a mere ten minutes since everyone left.

Not only had the number of people increased dramatically, but such sinister transformations had also emerged.

Despite having ventured through so many Nightmares, this exaggerated oppressive sensation was unprecedented.

…

“The pollution source isn’t just one; I can feel it.”

In the same emotionless tone, Simon offered an explanation.

“More pawns are infiltrating?”

Simon’s sensitivity to pollution was something Amila and the others didn’t doubt in the slightest.

This was precisely why his revelation struck them with growing dread.

“No, it’s similar to the things atop the church roof.”

From Simon’s reply, it was clear the three of them had already exchanged words on the matter.

Harriet’s kind?

Considering the church scene, that mixture of unsettling beauty compelled Amila to instinctively force herself to disregard the area.

Yet Simon’s response instantly forced her to confront the reality.

“Now it’s quiet, though…”

Glancing at the figure on the pulpit, Amila’s bewilderment over the peculiar shift was evident.

“It’s only temporary; it’s still there.”

Simon shook his head, indicating there was no reason for optimism.

“So Harriet… is she like us?”

Amila hesitated for a moment, then shifted to a perplexing question.

“There’s a chance. As far as I know, she hasn’t been directly purged.”

Simon appeared to understand her meaning, realizing that Amila wanted to know whether Harriet was another dream-walker like them, rather than a purely fabricated Creation.

“…What about the others?”

Amila nodded quietly, then used her gaze to indicate their surroundings.

“There’s a chance.”

Simon gave the exact same reply.

“So why is the Sect doing this?”

Amila, not appearing too surprised, looked somewhat contemplative.

“No idea. But strictly speaking, the Sect already accomplished what they needed you to do.”

Simon was unerringly pragmatic, looking at Amila and Reginald as he spoke.

“You two could very well find a place and wait for the Nightmare to dissipate.”

“If they’ve arranged things in this way, they’re bound to have made the necessary preparations.”

“And what about you?”

After a moment of thought, Amila asked in return.

From a logical standpoint, her question held water; without any forewarning from the Sect, there was little clarity as to the purpose of their current actions.

Yet Simon had clearly separated himself from the pair in his statement.

“I’m different. The things I’m doing—they make me feel better.”

True to form, he shook his head slightly, his demeanor resolute.

And this response inevitably brought to mind someone’s earlier remark, “You seem a bit uncomfortable.”

Gazing into Simon’s distinctly unusual eyes, Amila felt an escalating sense of turmoil. She was about to speak when Simon abruptly turned his head, seemingly listening for something.

“What’s wrong?”

This sudden motion, paired with the still-unholstered Broad Sword, visibly rattled the two civil associates.

“The tide…”

After a brief hesitation, the Hunter’s gaze swept past the audience and locked onto the distant horizon.

Though the sky above remained bathed in bright morning light, a mountain-like shadow loomed far away.

“What is that…?”

Almost everyone, captivated by Simon’s gestures, turned their eyes and marveled in unison.

“Is the fog creeping into the town?”

Fresh from killing his target, Reginald scanned the area, frowning as he shared his observation.

Given its ethereal nature, he wasn’t particularly concerned about physical harm.

What unnerved him, however, was the sheer visual impact of the unfolding scene.

Not only was the entire town encircled by shadows, but these same shadows surged and crept forward ever so menacingly.

The town resembled a deep pit, with colossal volumes of seawater cascading unstoppably into the void.

At that moment, even Reginald began to hear the rhythmic lapping Simon had mentioned.

Indeed, like real ocean waves, striking with measured precision.

“Seems so.”

Simon affirmed his assumption, already striding toward the distant shadow as he spoke.

…

The Hunter’s decisiveness left Reginald momentarily unsure.

There was no sign that Simon had any intention of inviting them to join him, nor was there a clear understanding of what pursuing such eerie phenomena might yield.

Yet staying behind seemed equally futile.

“Shall we check it out as well?”

It was Amila who finally voiced her thoughts.

Compared to the oppressive shadows, she found herself far more unsettled by the enigmatic figure in the small church behind them.

“Alright.”

Perhaps sharing her sentiments, Reginald agreed almost instantly.

What surprised her even more, though, was the physical reaction he exhibited—a visible stiffening as luminous marks appeared streaking across his form.

Alarmed by this burst of eagerness, Amila rapidly pulled back some distance.

From the nearby fountain, scalding steam began to rise, accompanied by an overpowering stench.

The gushing fluid was no longer water, but a viscous black-brown liquid.

Reginald’s lower body was already covered by the splashing substance—its reach expanding mercilessly.

“That thing hasn’t been fully eradicated.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, Reginald remained relatively composed, shouting promptly.

Unbelievable as it was, the grotesque form had already appeared before.

Under the force of a previous strike, not only had it failed to be completely purified, but it had also retaliated in this insidious manner.

Its impact was immediate—though Reginald reacted swiftly, the luminous patterns on his body hadn’t fully formed before parts were smothered beneath the oozing liquid.

The fragmentary designs disintegrated before completion, while a massive maw emerged from his back, sinking its teeth into his neck with ferocious intensity.

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