The Distinguished Mr. Rose Chapter 143: Chapter 141: A Macabre First Impression

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Chapter 141: A Macabre First Impression Time, space, shifting dimensions and the feeling of being transported across the starry cosmos: the good gentlemanly Lucius experienced this all as he let himself be enveloped in a bright white flash. When his eyes adjusted, he found himself in a rather interesting situation. Lucius’s arms and legs were currently bound in hefty black chains. What a peculiar introduction to this new world! And he wasn’t the only one. Around him were his ever charming companions, Mister Bernardi, Miss Mili, and Miss Brooks, who were similarly perplexed by their sudden shackled states. There were a few other players among them, about twenty in total, and they were all herded in what seemed to be a fortified carriage, utterly barren in room except for some uncomfortable stone benches. The only illumination came from faint slivers of light above trickling through iron bars. They were being transported somewhere, but for what exact purpose remained unknown. “The hell is this?” Marco grunted, trying to break free from his fetters using brute force. Surprisingly the old mobster failed despite his gargantuan strength stat. It was as if the cuffs were preventing them from using their skills, bringing everyone back to how they were before being swept up into this celestial game. Certainly, at a glance the metal resembled no material Lucius had seen before, and every moment it stayed on the gentleman could feel it sapping away at his energy. Of course, if he really wanted to, Lucius could easily slip out of these drab things by dislocating his bones and forcefully ripping his wrists free, but where would the fun in that be? The system had to have put them here for a reason. Why not see where the end of this carriage’s path lay? His fellows didn’t seem to share the same sentiment, however, and they ran themselves ragged in an attempt to escape. Mili fumed and her face turned red from exertion whilst trying to conjure an electric spark, alas to no avail. “Geez, can’t we catch a break for once?” Harper also squirmed in her seat, unable to take out her fireaxe, and she cried out in frustration, saying, “There has to be a way out, somehow. I doubt the system would screw us over this early. Where’s the quest thing? Should pop up any moment now.” Contrary to her expectations, there were no windows or messages, no grand quest detailing the specifics of their task. The system they had come to rely on for direction was mysteriously silent. Thus the players were forced to brood in quiet unease as the carriage rolled on. There was one caveat to this predicament, at least, and that was getting to know their fellow prisoners. Lucius didn’t see his other acquaintances such as the trio of Miss Rhodes, Mister Crowley, or Miss Enapay, nor was the dandy hunter called Mister Hemingway present either. Instead, people from other unfamiliar servers shuffled in his view. Some didn’t seem particularly noteworthy, likely those who merely passed the first round by luck, but a few caught the gentleman’s gaze, especially one particular ginger-haired woman dressed in a smart business suit and who wore glasses that were of exceedingly luxurious brand. She was taller than others, likely over six feet, and had a blank demeanor as to hide her intentions. When that woman glanced at the good Mister Bernardi, however, her cold expression quickly turned into one of childlike relief, and she practically hopped over to give him a hug (the closest she could manage, what with her limbs bound and all). “I knew you were alive, director!” she said, to which the old mobster replied with a shocked stutter. “Well I’ll be damned. Grace, you’re… you’re alright.” Marco expressed a rare vulnerability Lucius found quite adorable, for in all their time together he had always tried to put forth the image of a steadfast and reliable strongman, but the look in his eyes now was much softer, like a parent reuniting with their child. “Jesus, I knew if anyone was surviving th