Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 81.019. The Morning of Crisis

His rage, accompanied by lust, led him to sit on the bench until dawn.

Rays of sunset light pierced through the cracks in the city, illuminating the body that had long since ceased to burn.

Like a light rain, the charred body began to smoke, and finally, like melting ice and snow, it turned into countless fine dust particles, scattering into the air.

The fallen fabric, charred and stained with blood, was a sight to behold.

The scent of lust vanished completely, leaving only a pool of black ash on the bench.

The rage was sustained by silence from beginning to end.

The man slowly stood up, without shedding a tear, his expression numb.

The others stood there silently all night, except for Dong Longma, who looked haggard after sobbing.

"Everyone, don't get separated for a while, we're being watched." Greedy had been waiting for a long time, and he watched as the bald man finally stood up.

Lazy's expression was cold and desolate, unlike her usual lively self; Jealousy remained silent, simply staring quietly in the direction of the bench; Gluttony's already weak complexion worsened, her dull eyes glancing aimlessly; Pride leaned against the wall from beginning to end, her sheathed curved sword resting in her arms, her face never showing any expression.

But they didn't even offer a word of comfort.

Even in their rage and numb expressions, there was no trace of the sorrow of parting or death.

You Donglongma was very puzzled.

Lust was right in front of him just hours before, offering him an apple and warning him not to touch humans, but it has already melted away in the sunlight.

His heart ached as if it were being squeezed by a large hand.

But they spend more time with lust, yet they can calmly face the death of lust.

He doesn't understand.

His bald head was covered in black smoke from his rage, his body was covered in blood, and the burning sulfur seemed to have burned into his bones. His body was faintly glowing with fire, as if cracks were growing in his body, through which one could see flickering lava.

He took a deep breath and walked back to the villa area.

The others also gradually walked back.

And so the farewell ceremony to lust came to an end.

Compared to human funerals, sunlight is like a divinely ordained ending.

This made Longma even more frightened. He didn't seem to be afraid of the sunlight, but he was terrified that the people around him were melting into the sunlight one by one. The six figures seemed to be moving around, and they would gradually decrease until they disappeared completely.

In the living room, Jealousy took out chilled juice from the kitchen, Gluttony held a glass of water, Laziness breathed on hot milk, and Arrogance sat on her yoga mat, greedily typing on her computer, as if everything was normal.

Women's sandals were displayed in the shoe cabinet, a pink teddy bear lay on the sofa, and a sun hat hung in the corner. Every decoration reminded people that a girl named "Lust" once lived in the house.

You Donglongma couldn't muster any energy. He remembered it was daytime, and the White Walker's body reminded him that he needed to sleep.

But he looked sad and couldn't fall asleep at all.

The others gradually returned to their rooms.

He saw arrogance sitting there, motionless.

"What is it?" he asked arrogantly, turning his head away.

"N-nothing." Ryoma lowered his head, but noticed that his shadow on the ground had suddenly lengthened.

He looked up and saw that Pride had already stood up.

"Let's talk then."

His arrogant tone remained indifferent, revealing no change in his emotions.

You Donglongma nodded without saying a word and silently followed behind the girl.

A gentle breeze blew through the corridor below the courtyard, and the early morning air carried the fragrance of the earth outside the courtyard.

"You don't need to be too sad. We've long since taken life and death lightly."

Arrogant and straightforward in her speech, but that doesn't mean she's dull or insensitive.

"I need some time to process this."

Arrogance seemed to peek out, his cascading hair flowing like a gentle stream past his ears.

"Not only us, but we hope you can also adapt to our work, where someone can sacrifice themselves at any time."

“But if we don’t grieve for the deceased, will anyone else remember them?” Ryoma asked.

"Is sadness and remembrance useful? They can't avenge you, they can't bring the dead back to life. Being emotional will only make you die faster in your predicament."

The dragon-horse was speechless.

He still wasn't used to this law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

"To seek revenge, one must transform sorrow into sharper thinking, more agile movements, and a faster blade."

Ryoma sighed, "I don't have any of these."

Keng——

To his surprise, he found a short, curved blade pressed coldly against the tip of his nose.

Arrogance had already drawn his sword at some point, holding it with one hand and pointing it at the dragon horse: "Here you go."

The dragon horse was so frightened that it fell to the ground.

"Survive my blade." Arrogantly, he gave him no chance to react before his flowing hair swept over him.

"Ah!" The dragon horse was in a panic and couldn't dodge in time. His entire arm was dislocated, and the cut was clean.

Tears streamed down his face from the pain, but the arrogant second strike was already upon him.

In just a few moments, the dragon horse was shaved into a human stick.

He lay on the ground, blood gushing from the severed limbs, his face deathly pale.

An arrogant blade was pressed against his eyes, its gleaming tip reflected in both his pupils.

The injuries from the explosion a few days ago are still there, making it impossible for me to move around vigorously.

He looked down at him arrogantly: "If you can't even handle something this level, it's hard to guarantee your survival in the next operation."

Some dragons even felt a little wronged.

He simply doesn't have time to train his physical fitness.

At this moment, Arrogance had already sheathed his sword and crouched down.

She picked up her severed hands and feet, placed them back on the broken ends, and placed her other hand on the severed ends to ensure the connection of the muscle tissue, muttering to herself, "Don't die."

The dragon horse was taken aback.

He then realized that there was an indescribable emotion in his arrogant tone, compared to his usual coldness.

You Donglongma discovered that his severed ends were like magnets, attracting each other, and flesh buds grew from his flesh, intertwining and quickly sticking together.

Arrogance seemed to have anticipated this situation, and simply lowered his head to take the other hand and put it back on for him.

"Now, do you understand the capital you have to survive?" Arrogant squatted to the side, and even Longma could smell her body fragrance and hear her rising and falling breaths under her tight leather clothes.

This self-healing ability is unheard of even among the White Walkers.

Soon, all of Longma's limbs were reattached. Apart from the bloodstains on his severed clothing, the muscles and tendons were connected, and he could feel his fingers and calves again.

Is this...my constitution?

Ryoma looked at his palm, which still bore his blood, but seemed completely different now.

"Your healing ability is more than three times that of a normal White Walker, and more than ten times that of a human. But that doesn't mean you can squander your life."

Arrogantly, he stood up and turned his back to him.

“From now on, I will train you until you understand your own healing limits and have the ability to protect yourself.”

The woman turned her head, her long hair flowing, and said coldly:

"be prepared."

(End of this chapter)