Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 87, Section 025: Burning with Rage

"Stay away from me, I don't have long to live."

His face, contorted with rage, hardened as he slowly gripped his arm and spoke.

"How could this be?" Ryoma asked in disbelief.

"The anger within me is almost uncontrollable," he roared, his massive body requiring him to bend down to meet the gaze of the powerful dragon horse.

"Arrogance, let's go back right away, maybe we'll have a solution." Ryoma felt helpless. He was surrounded by companions with extraordinary skills, but no matter what happened to them, he could only watch from the sidelines, unable to help.

"It's no use," he said furiously.

"My ability is to control the flames of anger and manipulate the emotions that trigger anger, provided that I do not lose my mind. When I am in a state of extreme anger, the lava inside me will erupt, and this lava is enough to end my life."

His face was contorted with rage. He stopped, gritting his teeth to stay upright, and continued:

"In the past few days, I have been unable to suppress the anger in my heart."

He gave the dragon horse a deep look and said, "It just dawned on me that Ayu was probably poisoned, a kind of poison specifically targeting me."

"how come……"

You Donglongma was frightened. He remembered what the young man selling goods had said that early that morning: the calamity had drained their luck, and only when nine people died could he be freed from the endless curse that had beenfallen him.

He said angrily, "Please tell everyone that the other party is good at using neurotoxins, the effect of which is to prevent the dissipation of a certain emotion in the nerves."

"The neurotoxin I'm afflicted with is an emotion that cannot be erased from my anger. As I use my abilities, I will eventually become so manic that I lose my mind, and the furnace in my chest will explode."

He was already out of breath as he spoke, and his facial expression became increasingly ferocious.

"This is a premeditated trap. The dark figure is a puppet. Be careful of the other party's psychotropic drugs, and also be careful of the puppet."

After he finished speaking, he slammed his palm into the wall next to him, causing the wall to shake and dust to fall down.

"So you already had a premonition about your physical condition while you were in the car..." Ryoma's shoulders twitched, and his nose stung with tears.

"Hmm." The furious reply subsided into calm.

"Having been poisoned by the other party, I had no choice but to fight to the death."

Some people don't understand why the dragon horse is moving.

At that moment, a strange voice echoed in the room:

"As expected of the Angry Bro, even knowing he was poisoned, he remained expressionless. It's not an easy thing to see you get angry all these years."

The dragon-horse looked up in alarm, listening to the sudden sound, and only after a moment did it realize that the angry words had a hidden meaning.

“Aoyagi.” He looked around furiously, then stared at the ceiling. “You’ve been nearby the whole time, haven’t you?”

This was the first time Ryoma had heard them mention the assassin's name; they must be old acquaintances.

"Tick-tock-"

Dark red liquid seeped from the cracks in the ceiling. Soon, more and more liquid seeped out, like a viscous glue, slowly gathering into a human shape.

The black brim of the hat covered the upper half of his face, and his pale face was devoid of any color.

The man who appeared was leaning on a cane also made of congealed blood, a smile playing on his lips, revealing his menacing canine teeth.

"Long time no see." He raised his head, his red pupils in his black-rimmed eyes revealing his identity as a White Walker, and the hair under his hat brim like winding vines, hanging down to the height of his nose.

"You have indeed completely fallen into evil ways."

His facial muscles twitched with rage as he desperately tried to suppress his emotions, which threatened to erupt at any moment.

"Thanks to all of you, I have gained a deeper understanding of what I truly need in this world." Qingliu smiled, wearing a gray suit today, with an eerie red tie that resembled a blooming spider lily.

"He's just a bloodthirsty wretch; don't try to portray yourself as some kind of noble person."

He said this in a fit of rage and sarcasm.

"You'll never understand art." Aoyagi's eyes widened, his expression turning fierce. "Who can't kill? Killing the weak is as easy as stepping on an ant, but they're just a waste of material, do you understand!"

“Only when every death, like yours, carries a beautiful artistic value, are these moments worth treasuring for me.” He looked rapt, his right hand on his cane, his left hand outstretched as if giving a speech.

"Incomprehensible!" Ignoring the other party's eerie expression, Yu Donglongma was very displeased by the other party's attitude of toying with life. "The real evil has never been the race, but you twisted creatures who cause misfortune by ravaging living beings!"

Aoyagi looked at the dragon horse with amusement.

He licked his lips and said, "Is this the new favorite that eldest sister picked up? Her taste is getting worse and worse."

Longma felt uneasy looking at the other party; the other party's dark eyes seemed to be ready to devour him at any moment.

"With me here, you won't be able to touch a single hair on my head." He stepped forward in a rage, blocking their path.

"That's too formal," Qingliu said sarcastically, her tone tinged with bitterness. "You weren't this enthusiastic towards me back then, were you?"

"If I had recognized you sooner, I might have been more 'enthusiastic'," he said furiously, his face expressionless.

"Hehehehe." The man's strange cry was as noisy as a crow. His left hand rested on his top hat, and his eyes were playful. "No matter what, you are my guides after all, and I will treat you well."

"Who on the left is behind you?" He suppressed his rising anger and uttered each word through clenched teeth, "You alone don't have this ability, so who have you shamelessly currying favor with?"

Aoyagi pointed his cane at him and shook it gently, saying, "There's no point in trying to get information out of you. If you're happy, I can tell you directly."

He grinned.

His furious face darkened.

"Don't be so serious. By the way, let me tell you how Sister Ayu was defeated?" He patted his top hat, unfolded his white gloves, and swung his little finger, ring finger, middle finger, and index finger in turn, making a rotating and gathering gesture.

“She was determined to die at the time, and she couldn’t petrify me. Of course, she was powerless to fight back, and I poured sulfur on her.” He said, observing her furious expression. “Look how beautiful she looks with her short hair. Her burning screams must have sounded wonderful too.”

“I even threatened to pierce her body with steel bars. Now that I think about it, if I had really done that, she wouldn’t have lived to see you.”

He glanced at the furious man, his expression mocking.

You Donglongma felt the temperature in the entire room rising dramatically.

The scorching heat swept through the room with unbridled force.

The tissues spontaneously combusted without a flame, the room's fire alarm wailed, and a burst of cold water was poured over their heads, hissing and emitting white smoke.

The entire space was buzzing.

He remained motionless in a fit of rage.

"Green Willow."

His voice became incredibly low, like flesh rubbing against stone.

"boom--"

Lava erupted directly from the ground below, bursting through the ceilings of the first and second floors and spewing out onto the floor of the third floor. Surrounding the raging inferno, the molten lava was oppressive and terrifying, and the high temperature distorted vision, completely engulfing the raging inferno within the pillar of fire.

"I want you to die!"

The man's roar echoed throughout the floor and reverberated down the corridor.

(End of this chapter)