Board gas, simply put, table gas; Bologue did know about these things, but didn’t expect to encounter them at this ti.
Bologue suddenly had a very bad feeling, possibly because he had played chess with the astronaut. Now whenever Bologue saw such board gas, he felt very uncomfortable, always recalling those awful scenarios.
Moving away from the plethora of board gas, Bologue stared at Serey. As an ancient Night Race Lord, Serey was a witness to history, a living fossil of ti. Perhaps he could obtain so intelligence from him, not only about the astronauts but also about Overlord Xilin and even the Fall of the Holy City.
That was the end of the Rage of the Scorched Earth; Bologue believed that Serey wouldn’t miss that grand finale. He certainly knew sothing, and after the Fall of the Holy City and the initial establishnt of Oubos, the Undying Club seed to have been here, too. Serey must have witnessed the course of the secret war, and might even have seen Xilin Kagader alive...
"Bologue!"
Palr’s shout snapped Bologue out of his thoughts. Palr waved his hand, attracting Bologue’s attention, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Bologue said, "Just... just thinking about sothing."
"Stop thinking about work. People need to relax, and moreover, you need to dispel the lancholy in your heart, don’t you?"
Palr elbowed Bologue, his eyebrows dancing with delight.
Looking at Palr’s mischievous appearance, Bologue couldn’t help but want to punch him, but then thought that this was a poor unlucky fellow. Maybe he was the one with psychological problems, so Bologue tried to comfort himself.
"This was your own choice, Bologue, you have to bear it yourself. Anyway, he will live at most a few decades, bear it and it’ll pass..."
Bologue hypnotized himself in a low voice, and after calming his mindset, he cast aside his worries.
On this point, what Palr said was right. It’s after work hours, and these people are celebrating in their own way. You can’t just leave them cold on the side.
Bologue asked, "What board ga is this?"
Palr’s eyes sparkled, as if he had been waiting for Bologue to ask for a long ti, eagerly explaining and recomnding.
"We’ve been waiting for this for a long ti!"
Palr forcefully patted the table, and this ti Church and Serey actually nodded along. They were equally interested in this board ga.
"The Journey of the Absolute Night!"
Serey excitedly raised his glass, afraid the wine might splash on the board ga; he even intentionally pulled the glass away.
This behavior was rarely seen from Serey, who was usually ssy in this aspect. Whenever he got drunk, he looked like he had just bathed in alcohol, all soaked.
This guy didn’t care where the wine spilled usually, but this ti was different. This showed Serey’s attention to this board ga.
Four people took their seats; Bologue briefly looked at the rulebook and got a rough idea of how this so-called "Journey of the Absolute Night" was played.
The map paper depicted a desolate land covered in snow, scattered with a few villages and cities, all connected by a winding railway, forming a loop.
At the starting and ending platform of the railway, there sat a delicate train model, alongside several uniquely shaped tokens.
Bologue found these things sowhat familiar, picked up the rulebook, and continued to look through it, reading the background story of the board ga.
"From thousands of years ago, when humans lit the first fla and illuminated the darkness, detestable things existed.
They traversed the shadows, coveting human blood and flesh, spreading madness and despair with sharp teeth and claws. Humans could only hide under crumbling fortresses, trembling in the dark, anxiously waiting for dawn to arrive.
The cycle of despair continued for many years until the first person raised a long sword and resisted these wicked monsters, chopping off their hateful heads."
Bologue silently read the words on the page, sketching the ancient legends in his mind.
"Since then, the night was no longer terrifying. More and more people forged slender blades in fire and iron, joining the battle against the night.
These monsters could be hard and killed; under the sacrifice of blood and fire, strange corpses piled up like mountains.
Those who fought called themselves ’Hunters,’ who pursued monsters and dispelled the darkness, pushing the boundaries of humanity towards the dark world.
Hunters never tire, ceaselessly fighting, until all monsters are exterminated, eradicating the ’Demons.’"
Bologue closed the rulebook, looked at Palr with confusion, "Isn’t this the setting in ’Night Hunter’?"
’Night Hunter’ was placed in Bologue’s bedroom; he would read a few pages from ti to ti and had now read more than half of it. Although it was one book among many series, it allowed Bologue to have a general understanding of the worldview depicted.
"This is a board ga adapted from ’Night Hunter.’"
Palr’s eyes sparkled as he snatched the rulebook and showed Bologue a segnt written in the corner, which states "This board ga is adapted from Crowned Blue Jay’s work ’Night Hunter.’"
No wonder Palr was so excited; it was a board ga adapted from his favorite novel. His gaze fell on Serey and Church; they weren’t as fanatical as Palr but shared the sa excitent in their eyes.
Bologue slightly furrowed his brows. "So... you guys are also loyal readers of Crowned Blue Jay?"
Church calmly nodded, while Serey excitedly exclaid.
"Hey! If it weren’t for the constraints of the oath, I would really like to make Crowned Blue Jay a mber of the Night Race, granting him eternal life!"
Alongside, Serey’s evil nature revealed itself.
"That way, he could pound the typewriter endlessly."
Bologue’s expression subtly twitched; he shouldn’t have expected anything from Serey. "Should I say that Crowned Blue Jay is lucky? Avoided eternal tornt."
Serey said, "How can this be called eternal tornt? That’s eternal life."
"Then you surely haven’t read the book carefully. Crowned Blue Jay often reveals such thoughts in his books; he doesn’t like eternal life as it only makes life numb and gray. He prefers releasing brighter fireworks within a finite life."
A teor is beautiful precisely because it’s fleeting.
Bologue said, "If you find Crowned Blue Jay, he would definitely refuse you."
"That’s just a novel, Bologue; you can’t judge an author by his works. Maybe secretly, he’s terrified of death and wrote those words to comfort himself in the story."
Serey narrowed his eyes, carrying a aura of mystery and antiquity.
"Two Undead discussing eternal life and death? That’s too ridiculous. Hurry up and pick your pieces!"
Palr interrupted their discussion; he didn’t care about philosophical disagreents. Palr just wanted to play joyfully.
’The Journey of the Absolute Night’ was released today. Palr spent a hefty sum to snatch this copy, and he couldn’t wait.
The rules of ’The Journey of the Absolute Night’ were fairly simple and matched the novel’s plot. In ’Night Hunter,’ Hunters would patrol between cities on an ard train nad ’Dawn.’ Upon encountering demons at so location, they would halt the train to begin a hunt.
The settings in the board ga were similar. The Dawn was at the starting and ending platform, players took turns rolling the dice, and the combined values translated into the number of grid spaces the Dawn advanced. Different spaces triggered different random events.
When encountering random events, depending on the player’s decisions and dice rolls, the ga would take different paths. The ultimate goal of the ga was to traverse mountains and cities, complete this tour hunt, and return to the starting point.
There was only one type of professional piece, which was the Hunter that players needed to role-play. But based on different hunters, they possessed different weapons, providing differentiation.
Bologue chose a hunter with various cold weapons, Palr chose a hunter carrying firearms, and after careful thinking, Church chose a hunter with a crossbow. Everyone’s choices sowhat aligned with their personalities and combat styles.
Serey didn’t select a professional piece but instead mysteriously picked up a mask. The mask’s base color was pure white, decorated with black lines depicting lush branches, giving him a more mysterious air.
’The Journey of the Absolute Night’ required a host to guide the players. Serey played the role of host; he was considered the Navigator, determining which direction the Dawn advanced, diverging its path, or halting for combat according to the novel’s settings.
The pre-ga preparations were complete, and everyone took turns rolling the 12-sided dice. The numbers accumulated, and the Dawn slowly moved, accompanied by the sound of a whistle, roaring forward on the snow-covered tracks.
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