Chapter 33: Fixed Next
"Yeah," I replied flatly, then continued. "It took longer than I thought. Your boys were scattered across both floors, so cleaning them up was more of a hassle than I expected."
I watched as Peter’s face shifted from initial exhilaration to sudden despair.
I was telling the truth. There were only seven thugs inside, and their strength was nothing remarkable, probably just like the ones I’d fought by the city gate. Had they stayed on the same floor, it would have taken me even less time to get rid of them.
And during that moment, I truly realized just how monstrous I’d become.
A thug I’d once needed to be careful around, the kind I would have feared in my old life, was now no different than an ant I could simply trample.
Was Aiden hiding gold or something?
Or maybe there’s been a hidden basement inside the house all along, one that holds a buried secret of humanity?!
It had only been a few hours since I inherited the original Aiden’s memories, and there was still a flood of information to process. Trying to pinpoint any specific memory that might offer a clue was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Wait, why was I trying so hard to guess? I’m about to meet them anyway. I can just get the answer straight from their mouths."
As I walked closer to my destination, Richie’s words suddenly echoed in my mind. Instinctively, my gaze shot upwards, scanning the ceilings and roofs above.
"Nothing, huh? Well, Richie said his drink buddy saw an owl. It’s noon now, perfect napping time for an owl. I guess even a beast tamer can’t push their pets to go against their nature."
I was on the verge of exhaling in relief when a faint squeak reached my ears. My head instantly turned around to the noise’s direction, catching sight of a rat. It stood there, staring at me oddly before darting off somewhere else.