Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

Lucian watched the entire scene unfold before him, his mouth slightly agape as he struggled to contain his grin.

He squinted, his ember eyes scanning every detail with unnerving precision. Then, with a mixture of disbelief and amusement, he said, "You are a sick brat."

But his smirk betrayed the reprimand. It widened into something more twisted, more satisfied. He clapped me on the back with enough force to knock the air out of my lungs. "Great job, son."

I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or horrified. One thing was certain: this man was deranged.

Just like me.

A weak, trembling voice interrupted the moment. "Why did you do it?"

I turned. Brent's mother stood there, blood splattered across her once-pristine robe, her eyes hollow. The sobs had died in her throat the moment she saw her son's skull split like a ripe fruit. Her voice now carried the weight of unbearable grief.

Brent's father stared blankly at the body, as if he still hadn't registered what had happened.

"You knew this was a possibility, didn't you?" I asked flatly, eyes flicking between them. "That's why neither of you cried when he was on the brink of death. You'd already accepted the outcome."

The man clenched his jaw, teeth grinding in helpless rage. "But you left him alive. Why did you change your mind after the duel was over?"

I rubbed my chin, pretending to ponder deeply. "Hmm. I guess... because I wanted to see the despair in your eyes."