Chapter 447: Nosferatu
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Chapter 447 Nosferatu
?The silverware clicked together as a family of four gathered around the dining table, enjoying their fabulous gathering of different meals from different cultures.
Moriarty cut into his food and savored the rich flavors that filled his mouth.
He had a very indifferent expression on his face as he silently ate his food.
His parents and brother were also eating in silence, as if there were an invisible barrier separating them. It didn't seem like a family meal at all, but one shared by strangers.
Moriarty's father, a stern man with a distant gaze, seemed particularly distant and disengaged. He had gray hair with a few streaks of white, giving him a distinguished appearance.
He then wiped his mouth and turned his distant gaze towards Moriarty.
"102nd, you have disappointed me again."
Moriarty's knife stopped just inches away from his food, poised in mid-air, but then he slowly lowered it back to his plate.
"The only goal was to qualify," Moriarty said calmly. "We did good, in my humble opinion."
"I didn't think I raised you to be happy with such a pathetic position." His father shook his head in disappointment.
At that moment, Moriarty's mother, a tall and elegant woman with a smiling expression, said, "Young Zad apparently reached the top 10. His parents must be smiling with happiness every day that they raised such a wonderful son."
Moriarty's hand tightened into a fist, his knuckles turning white.
'Zadkiel that, Zadkiel this, fuckers.' Moriarty took a deep breath before he lost it.
'Because of me, my parents business didn't go bankrupt. My parents owe their financial stability to me!
'Yet, they never appreciated my efforts or acknowledged my contributions. I am fifth in the streaming rankings. I am the wealthiest high schooler. Apparently, none of these matter to them.'
Moriarty wiped his mouth and stood up. "Thank you for the meal. I have to go prepare for tomorrow."
Neither of his parents said anything as they continued eating in silence, and then Moriarty headed straight back to his room.
After reaching his room, he collapsed onto his bed, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him.
'In the first round, the soul of the Knight of Ayl wasn't with me because of the restriction. At least I didn't have to hear the bullshit about honor and chivalry again.'
However, he strangely missed him, as he had grown used to his presence and the familiar lectures.
Moriarty closed the door behind him and followed the hunched-
backed man into the mysterious darkness of the abode.
After a short while, they both entered a small laboratory with shelves filled with various chemicals and scientific instruments.
However, in the middle table, there were some electrical wires that were frayed and sparking dangerously. Beside them, there were broken golden VR headsets with whole parts missing.
"Sit there." Nosferatu pointed at the chair in the corner.
Moriarty slowly made his way towards it, cautiously avoiding the hazardous wires and broken VR headsets. He then carefully lowered himself onto the chair, mindful of any additional dangers lurking in the room.
Nosferatu searched the shelves until he found a syrinqe with a sharp needle. He then took out a green liquid from his pocket and filled the syringe with it.
"Roll up your sleeve." He said as he tapped his finger against the side of the syringe.
Moriarty rolled up his sleeve and exposed his bare arm to receive the injection.
Nosferatu carefully pushed the needle into Moriarty's arm, injecting the green liquid into his veins.
"Ngh..." Moriarty grimaced in pain as he felt the cold liquid coursing through his body.
However, then the annoying ringing stopped.
"That's it." Nosferatu smiled creepily and put away the syringe.
"The ringing has become more frequent." Moriarty rubbed his ear and mentioned his worries.
"Yes, it's because you've been playing Martial Online more." Nosferatu said. "You're using the headset for longer periods."
"Yes, I've been preparing for this tournament..." Moriarty said, adjusting his clothes and checking out the clock. "Once the tournament is over, I'll reduce my playtime; is that fine?"
"Yes, that's fine." Nosferatu smiled. "The headset gives you incredible abilities, but unfortunately there is this small side effect."
"It is to be expected." Moriarty said. "However, since it's just mere ringing, it's a small price to pay for the advantages it provides."
"Exactly." Nosferatu smiled and checked the clock. "You should rest. You have an important day ahead."
Moriarty nodded and departed the shady building with a rejuvenated expression.
After his departure, Nosferatu returned to the laboratory and put the lantern on the table.
He then took out an old-looking shell phone and dialed a number.
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Chapter 447 Nosferatu
?The silverware clicked together as a family of four gathered around the dining table, enjoying their fabulous gathering of different meals from different cultures.
Moriarty cut into his food and savored the rich flavors that filled his mouth.
He had a very indifferent expression on his face as he silently ate his food.
His parents and brother were also eating in silence, as if there were an invisible barrier separating them. It didn't seem like a family meal at all, but one shared by strangers.
Moriarty's father, a stern man with a distant gaze, seemed particularly distant and disengaged. He had gray hair with a few streaks of white, giving him a distinguished appearance.
He then wiped his mouth and turned his distant gaze towards Moriarty.
"102nd, you have disappointed me again."
Moriarty's knife stopped just inches away from his food, poised in mid-air, but then he slowly lowered it back to his plate.
"The only goal was to qualify," Moriarty said calmly. "We did good, in my humble opinion."
"I didn't think I raised you to be happy with such a pathetic position." His father shook his head in disappointment.
At that moment, Moriarty's mother, a tall and elegant woman with a smiling expression, said, "Young Zad apparently reached the top 10. His parents must be smiling with happiness every day that they raised such a wonderful son."
Moriarty's hand tightened into a fist, his knuckles turning white.
'Zadkiel that, Zadkiel this, fuckers.' Moriarty took a deep breath before he lost it.
'Because of me, my parents business didn't go bankrupt. My parents owe their financial stability to me!
'Yet, they never appreciated my efforts or acknowledged my contributions. I am fifth in the streaming rankings. I am the wealthiest high schooler. Apparently, none of these matter to them.'
Moriarty wiped his mouth and stood up. "Thank you for the meal. I have to go prepare for tomorrow."
Neither of his parents said anything as they continued eating in silence, and then Moriarty headed straight back to his room.
After reaching his room, he collapsed onto his bed, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him.
'In the first round, the soul of the Knight of Ayl wasn't with me because of the restriction. At least I didn't have to hear the bullshit about honor and chivalry again.'
However, he strangely missed him, as he had grown used to his presence and the familiar lectures.
Moriarty closed the door behind him and followed the hunched-
backed man into the mysterious darkness of the abode.
After a short while, they both entered a small laboratory with shelves filled with various chemicals and scientific instruments.
However, in the middle table, there were some electrical wires that were frayed and sparking dangerously. Beside them, there were broken golden VR headsets with whole parts missing.
"Sit there." Nosferatu pointed at the chair in the corner.
Moriarty slowly made his way towards it, cautiously avoiding the hazardous wires and broken VR headsets. He then carefully lowered himself onto the chair, mindful of any additional dangers lurking in the room.
Nosferatu searched the shelves until he found a syrinqe with a sharp needle. He then took out a green liquid from his pocket and filled the syringe with it.
"Roll up your sleeve." He said as he tapped his finger against the side of the syringe.
Moriarty rolled up his sleeve and exposed his bare arm to receive the injection.
Nosferatu carefully pushed the needle into Moriarty's arm, injecting the green liquid into his veins.
"Ngh..." Moriarty grimaced in pain as he felt the cold liquid coursing through his body.
However, then the annoying ringing stopped.
"That's it." Nosferatu smiled creepily and put away the syringe.
"The ringing has become more frequent." Moriarty rubbed his ear and mentioned his worries.
"Yes, it's because you've been playing Martial Online more." Nosferatu said. "You're using the headset for longer periods."
"Yes, I've been preparing for this tournament..." Moriarty said, adjusting his clothes and checking out the clock. "Once the tournament is over, I'll reduce my playtime; is that fine?"
"Yes, that's fine." Nosferatu smiled. "The headset gives you incredible abilities, but unfortunately there is this small side effect."
"It is to be expected." Moriarty said. "However, since it's just mere ringing, it's a small price to pay for the advantages it provides."
"Exactly." Nosferatu smiled and checked the clock. "You should rest. You have an important day ahead."
Moriarty nodded and departed the shady building with a rejuvenated expression.
After his departure, Nosferatu returned to the laboratory and put the lantern on the table.
He then took out an old-looking shell phone and dialed a number.
Chapter 447 Nosferatu ?The silverware clicked together as a family of four gathered around the dining table, enjoying their fabulous gathering of different meals from different cultures. Moriarty cut into his food and savored the rich flavors that filled his mouth. He had a very indifferent expression on his face as he silently ate his food. His parents and brother were also eating in silence, as if there were an invisible barrier separating them. It didn't seem like a family meal at all, but one shared by strangers. Moriarty's father, a stern man with a distant gaze, seemed particularly distant and disengaged. He had gray hair with a few streaks of white, giving him a distinguished appearance. He then wiped his mouth and turned his distant gaze towards Moriarty. "102nd, you have disappointed me again." Moriarty's knife stopped just inches away from his food, poised in mid-air, but then he slowly lowered it back to his plate. "The only goal was to qualify," Moriarty said calmly. "We did good, in my humble opinion." "I didn't think I raised you to be happy with such a pathetic position." His father shook his head in disappointment. At that moment, Moriarty's mother, a tall and elegant woman with a smiling expression, said, "Young Zad apparently reached the top 10. His parents must be smiling with happiness every day that they raised such a wonderful son." Moriarty's hand tightened into a fist, his knuckles turning white. 'Zadkiel that, Zadkiel this, fuckers.' Moriarty took a deep breath before he lost it. 'Because of me, my parents business didn't go bankrupt. My parents owe their financial stability to me! 'Yet, they never appreciated my efforts or acknowledged my contributions. I am fifth in the streaming rankings. I am the wealthiest high schooler. Apparently, none of these matter to them.' Moriarty wiped his mouth and stood up. "Thank you for the meal. I have to go prepare for tomorrow." Neither of his parents said anything as they continued eating in silence, and then Moriarty headed straight back to his room. After reaching his room, he collapsed onto his bed, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. 'In the first round, the soul of the Knight of Ayl wasn't with me because of the restriction. At least I didn't have to hear the bullshit about honor and chivalry again.' However, he strangely missed him, as he had grown used to his presence and the familiar lectures. Moriarty closed the door behind him and followed the hunched- backed man into the mysterious darkness of the abode. After a short while, they both entered a small laboratory with shelves filled with various chemicals and scientific instruments. However, in the middle table, there were some electrical wires that were frayed and sparking dangerously. Beside them, there were broken golden VR headsets with whole parts missing. "Sit there." Nosferatu pointed at the chair in the corner. Moriarty slowly made his way towards it, cautiously avoiding the hazardous wires and broken VR headsets. He then carefully lowered himself onto the chair, mindful of any additional dangers lurking in the room. Nosferatu searched the shelves until he found a syrinqe with a sharp needle. He then took out a green liquid from his pocket and filled the syringe with it. "Roll up your sleeve." He said as he tapped his finger against the side of the syringe. Moriarty rolled up his sleeve and exposed his bare arm to receive the injection. Nosferatu carefully pushed the needle into Moriarty's arm, injecting the green liquid into his veins. "Ngh..." Moriarty grimaced in pain as he felt the cold liquid coursing through his body. However, then the annoying ringing stopped. "That's it." Nosferatu smiled creepily and put away the syringe. "The ringing has become more frequent." Moriarty rubbed his ear and mentioned his worries. "Yes, it's because you've been playing Martial Online more." Nosferatu said. "You're using the headset for longer periods." "Yes, I've been preparing for this tournament..." Moriarty said, adjusting his clothes and checking out the clock. "Once the tournament is over, I'll reduce my playtime; is that fine?" "Yes, that's fine." Nosferatu smiled. "The headset gives you incredible abilities, but unfortunately there is this small side effect." "It is to be expected." Moriarty said. "However, since it's just mere ringing, it's a small price to pay for the advantages it provides." "Exactly." Nosferatu smiled and checked the clock. "You should rest. You have an important day ahead." Moriarty nodded and departed the shady building with a rejuvenated expression. After his departure, Nosferatu returned to the laboratory and put the lantern on the table. He then took out an old-looking shell phone and dialed a number.
