The Last Gentleman

Chapter 72

1. A young man with natural silver messy hair, appearing around 20 years old, possessing a handsome face resembling Timothée Chalamet’s features. 2. His left eye shimmers like the night sky, with a silver crescent moon in the pupil, while his right eye is covered with gauze, likely due to injury or another reason.

3. All his physical characteristics align with those of a human. He wears a common white hospital gown and walks barefoot up a hillside.

4. Beside him walks a "female doctor" he had met at the clinic, an IV drip connected to the back of his right hand.

5. From the front, he appears entirely normal, but on his back clings a humanoid body—only half a torso, one arm, and a head protruding. It’s none other than the theater owner, Elton John.

As the young man ascends the hilltop, the moon hanging in the night sky seems to draw nearer, growing larger and rounder—like a

When he killed my ‘False Moon Form,’ I seized the opportunity to fake my death and hid deep within the city.

After all, my objective had already been achieved.

Such a massive disturbance was bound to alert your human organizations to the secrets behind the clinic. I believe the gravely injured Dr. McCoff will face a bitter and despairing twilight of his life—perhaps even without one.

As you’ve deduced,

I was indeed severely injured and needed a long period of rest and recovery.

During this time, I took the opportunity to observe those little survivors, to see if any had the potential to become my ‘other half.’

Little Lee was a decent choice; he was my initial candidate.

However,

That useless fellow couldn’t possibly create the ‘Moon Space.’ Everything here is my masterpiece; I merely let Little Lee believe it was his creation.

The doctors and nurses here are my carefully crafted designs, though they’re not entirely complete.”

As he spoke,

he reached out to touch the female doctor’s metallic staff and let his fingers slide along the IV tube, causing the long legs below to tremble incessantly.

“Your arrival has presented me with more and better options.

Take Mr. John from the theater. Although he’s just a Moonfolk, he and I share a remarkable ‘compatibility.’

However,

neither Mr. John nor Little Li

can compare to another … someone extraordinary, someone so perfect that I’ve personally come to meet them.”

As he said this,

Moonscar arrived before Yi Chen, extending his IV-connected right hand.

“Mr. William, I can sense a familiar scent from you—a scent of one who has endured the utmost pain, who has experienced the twilight of life.

Come with me! Let’s journey to the moon together.

I will show you the truth of this world and explore its deeper mysteries.”

Confronted with Moonscar’s grand oration,

Yi Chen could distinctly feel that if he showed any resistance or said anything to stall for time, he would be killed on the spot.

Abandon humanity and cling to life?

Or hold onto his beliefs and face death resolutely?

Yi Chen took a deep breath.

“I… refuse.”

The words had barely left his mouth.

A violent shattering sound echoed from the sky.

The round moon above fractured like a broken mirror. A gentleman’s cane, topped with a high-hat design, pierced through the shattered moon and landed between the two of them, forming a semi-transparent black barrier to separate them.

Immediately after,

two figures, one black and one white, stepped into this overlapping space.