# 1778
Chapter 1778: A Celebration That Never Existed
Within [Causeless Cause].
Sunken Dragon Pass.
"I hereby declare the God-Hunting Celebration... officially begins!" Commander Lin's voice fell, and thunderous applause rang out from the venue.
Jia Shasha and Zhen Xiaoyi watched that crimson-red figure, their palms growing red from clapping. Fireworks burst across the sky,汇聚成Night Watch徽章的模样 under Wu Quan's control, drawing exclamations from the gathered Night Watch.
"Captain, Captain... maybe ease up on the eating, your cheeks are about to burst." A member of the [Phoenix] Squad watched "Zombie" Xia Simeng frantically shoving small cakes into her mouth, unable to resist speaking up.
Xia Simeng still wore that zombie makeup, the bright red characters "Working" atop her head, and her mouth was stuffed so full it bulged.
She shot a resentful glance at Commander Lin in the sky. "#*!@#@!!"
"...Captain, maybe finish chewing before speaking?"
"I absolutely will not! That Lin Tyrant won't approve our leave, so at least let me stuff myself with some pastries? Either way, I've finished my performance. Today this lady is getting her自助餐! Nobody stop me!"
Xia Simeng sat cross-legged before the stall, one small cake in each hand, stuffing them into her mouth again. Her gaze toward Commander Lin in the sky was full of grievance.
"..." The team member hesitated before saying, "But Captain... that isn't Commander Lin either. Commander Lin is out there hosting this segment of causality. Staring at Fate Monk won't help."
"Either way they look identical. Can't I relieve some hatred?"
"Sure, sure..."
"After we get back, I'm definitely going to find a way to get leave approved! Nobody can stop me!" Xia Simeng pumped her fist with determination.
Above the venue, the broadcast sounded: "Next, Commander Lin will address everyone."
Fate Monk wore a deep crimson cloak, a Straight Blade hanging at his waist symbolizing the Seventh Commander's authority. His gaze swept coldly over the crowd below as he recited the script Lin Qiye had written for him, word by word:
"To this day, the 'God-Hunting Plan' has been underway for four years. In these four years, we have achieved bountiful results. The nine divine corpses behind me are not the end of this plan—'God-Hunting' continues..."
This five-minute speech made Xia Simeng yawn repeatedly, but it excited the many young Night Watch members below. They listened earnestly from beginning to end. Though they understood perhaps half of it, this did not prevent them from building confidence and setting goals.
Before those nine divine corpses, the two words "Slay God" that once seemed unthinkable... didn't seem so distant after all. Their aspirations had broken free from the cities they came from, entering a broader, more magnificent world.
A city needs people to guard it, but that city itself should not become a prison for those people.
After this celebration, the ambition and vision of this younger generation of Night Watch would far surpass any in history, continuously providing them motivation and confidence—something never before seen among the Night Watch.
"...I hope that all of you can grow into the most outstanding Night Watch; but I hope even more... that you can become the last generation of Night Watch." Fate Monk's voice paused, speaking the final line of the speech:
"When the day comes that no Night Watch is needed to protect the world, it will mean that we... have been the most successful generation."
The Night Watch below stared blankly for a moment before erupting into thunderous applause that shook the skies.
With the speech concluded, this celebration entered its final phase.
Under the guidance of staff, the many Night Watch gradually moved toward the dock. Yet the fireworks on Sunken Dragon Pass's walls not only didn't stop, they intensified, as if seeing them off.
The Night Watch boarded the ships. As the ship's horns sounded, their figures passed through the Sunken Dragon Pass gates, gradually heading toward the mainland.
They stood on the stern one after another, gazing at that silvery-white city growing distant, their eyes full of longing and reminiscence.
Fate Monk stood at the fortress wall's edge. As the ships sailed away, the Crimson Cloak on his back gradually faded to nothingness, dissolving into the air...
Meanwhile, standing behind him, the many Human Apex and human deities also turned to nothingness, as if they had never existed at all.
Among the many phantoms, only Wu Quan walked out slowly, exhaling deeply:
"Finally over..."
"Monk, we put on a pretty good show this time, right? When we get back, can you talk to Lin Tyrant... Commander Lin, get us a day off?" Xia Simeng, draped in a golden cloak, flew to Fate Monk's side and asked.
Fate Monk glanced at her, saying calmly, "You were indeed quite enthusiastic when you were glaring at me."
"Er..."
"Let's go. This causality that never existed should end now."
As Fate Monk's words fell, the world around everyone faded and blurred. Threads of causality emerged from their bodies, extending toward the emptiness in the distance...
...
Donghai Sea Surface.
Lin Qiye, who had been gripping [Causeless Cause], slowly opened his eyes.
Hundreds of causality threads floated from his palms, returning to the sleeping Night Watch behind him. At the same time, Fate Monk, Wu Quan, and the [Phoenix] Squad walked out from the distance.
"Thank you all for your hard work." Lin Qiye smiled faintly.
Hearing this, Xia Simeng's eyes lit up. "You think I worked hard too, right? So then..."
"Xia Simeng, have you finished writing your twenty-thousand-character self-criticism for forging that fake leave request last time?" Before Xia Simeng could finish, Lin Qiye spoke unhurriedly.
Xia Simeng's body trembled. She forced a laugh and scratched her head:
"I suddenly got worried about the border situation... I'll take my squad to patrol first. You all chat slowly, alright?"
With that, Xia Simeng gave the members of the [Phoenix] Squad behind her a meaningful look, then transformed into several golden streams of light disappearing across the horizon.
Fate Monk tossed the Straight Blade in his hand to Lin Qiye, saying calmly:
"How are things looking?"
"The northern border only had one show up. They're trapped by those four and shouldn't escape. On the southern border, there are two. Brother Drag pulled one into serious condition. The other has quite a few tricks and has fled into the mist."
"Then I'll go help first."
Wu Quan immediately set off, rushing straight toward the southern border.
As he departed, the ship fell quiet again. Lin Qiye sat at the bow, holding the Straight Blade, and turned to look back at the many Night Watch sleeping sprawled out. A faint smile curved his lips.
"Next comes the most critical step." Fate Monk pressed his palms together, standing at Lin Qiye's side.
"Mm." Lin Qiye nodded. "Whether we can prod the tiger in the mountain depends on this."
On the deck beside him, Zhen Xiaoyi and Jia Shasha slept soundly, their eyelashes trembling slightly, as if they would wake very soon.