Book 15: Chapter 98
A crying child hid himself in a secluded corner of the wall, yet, perhaps due to him inheriting his parents’ bad luck, he couldn’t avoid judgement. Though nobody ever held any expectations for him, he wasn’t useless. Misfortune had the ability to create worse misfortune. Therefore, he was useful in the capacity as a courier of bad luck. The conniving adults manipulated him all his life, turning him into bait once again. At the end of the path of confusion was darkness. Being devoured at the end of that path was a release.
“Don’t you think it’s a touching story?” Feng Jiutian, with tears in his eyes, shut the book he was reading, wiped his eyes and heaved a big breath. “I’ve been reading this story since childhood; there are plenty more short stories within the story, but this is the one that moves me like none other no matter how many times I read it.”
“It’s still as sickening as I remember from the first time no matter how many times I hear it.” The man in black sitting opposite Feng Jiutian picked up his cup for a drink.
“You hurt my feelings.”
“Hmph.” The man pointed to monster less than twenty metres away from them. “That’s the ace up your sleeve?”
Besides sporting a humanoid physique, his arms were triple the size of an adult’s arms, while his legs resembled tree trunks. His striated muscles tore off the bones and then regrew at set intervals, growing visibly larger following each cycle. The stench of blood came from himself, the animals he ripped apart to gnaw or bit straight into.
“It’s disgusting to see that you can read in this environment. He has already surpassed his limit, hasn’t he? I don’t know where you got this idea of mutation, but he’ll be unable to maintain human form in a few days’ time.” He seemed to have a understand the monster’s circumstances, but it was unclear why. “It’s much quicker to just stick a blade in someone than spend so much time and money just to kill someone.”
“I know right. It must be awful to be unable to remain human, yet still be unable to die. I believe you know this best.” Feng Jiutian wasn’t intimidated by the piercing gaze on him. “I don’t want it to suffer, either. I have never intended to humiliate it. I have also ensured he has had enough flesh to eat. It can’t give up any opportunities to grow stronger when the battle is right around the corner, right?”
The sarcastic tone and complete lack of emotion for the monster disgusted the man. He didn’t take issue with Feng Jiutian’s words or manners; it was Feng Jiutian’s way of life that irked him. There was nothing weird about Feng Jiutian’s decision considering what he stood to gain and his status, but he showed no hesitation in his deeds and had no problem pretending to care whilst being ruthlessly brutal in his actions without batting an eye. At some point in time, his principles and morals had been altered into what it was now. He was now able to shed tears and give a sad speech whilst stabbing someone through the heart; perhaps he might’ve felt upset afterwards, but it wouldn’t have had any bearing on when he chose to thrust the blade through their heart. He was the type to firmly stick to his beliefs no matter what and would believe he was right in spite of him losing time and time again. He would say things he didn’t mean – though others might’ve taken it to heart. In a way, he had mutated just as the monster had.