Chapter 132: Sinners
His knuckles screamed in protest with agony at each throb, yet his gaze remained fixed on the pulped visage before him—a scene of ruin where a face had once resided, now a grotesque crater of destruction.
The world was red, back then, not now. He remembered it in flashes: each punch he landed, each memory of it, like a monster... No! He was a monster who surrendered to his basic instincts; he had to.
It made him feel so good about himself, but now it left him dazed, stunned, and naked.
He sat above the lifeless body of another man, both in an equal state of nudity. What began as a tender embrace in each other’s arms had twisted into a scene of brutal murder.
Richard panicked!
He jumped off the lifeless corpse of his senior, who was just between his hips, and the blood that covered every inch of his front was now felt even deep in his throat.
On his knees, he fell to the ground, almost puking his guts out, but a flash of memory ran through his mind. All those people he hated so much were looking down on him: his father, his uncle, his rivals in the academy—Edmond, Ronald, Valentine, Vivian Moore and her Knight, and most recently on the list, the Bloody Swan.
It frustrated him how long the list of people he needed to pulverize was, but the one who got pulverized instead was his lover, Eric, the senior who took him under his wing after graduation, a Silver-ranked knight.
He was afraid, but as he gritted his teeth and focused his aura on his guts, the urge to puke was suppressed, and his heart started to beat like a thundering drum.
His body experienced a strong sensation of heat overwhelming him, and suddenly, his father’s words echoed in his mind.