Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 94, page 032: The Eighth

"boom!"

Even when the dragon horse pushed open the door, laziness remained asleep.

But he never woke up again.

Everyone fell silent. The doctor, who had regained consciousness, informed them that the Lazy Brain was suspected of being dead.

Because brain death requires observation for more than twelve hours and confirmation of brain nerve failure or even necrosis, no definitive conclusion has been reached.

In fact, the White Walkers' physical abilities are different from those of humans. Despite their powerful resurrection abilities, they are still brain dead, and it is almost as if they can be declared dead.

The lazy electrocardiogram continued to fluctuate steadily, as if the patient were asleep.

Ryoma choked up a little, looking at Lazy's sleeping face with a mask and respirator, and unconsciously clenched his fingers.

"We're too late," Greed said, somewhat dejectedly.

After realizing his carelessness, Jealousy sat silently in a corner, looking remorseful.

By this time, the leaders of the other societies had left one after another, leaving only the young temple chief of the Burning Mountain Hall and the necromancer still standing by.

"Please accept my condolences." Koji said in a somber tone.

"The Lazy Head's condition worsened an hour ago. Within half an hour, his brain nerve failure intensified, leading to the collapse of his nervous system." The doctor next to him wiped the sweat from his brow. "The doctors and nurses on duty during this time were not present; it was our dereliction of duty."

Greed is silent, and at this point, blaming dereliction of duty is futile.

"Not only did Aoyagi know that we had gathered together, but he also took the opportunity to target Laziness."

A gloomy atmosphere settled over everyone.

This guy is meticulous and calculating, taking one step at a time. His companions fall into his traps and fall one after another, and the survivors are all in a low mood.

"So this is the person behind the Qingtian Gang and Hongdou Gate..." Xiaosi was conflicted.

Even the Seven Deadly Sins didn't have time to unleash their true power before suffering heavy losses due to the enemy's schemes. As a temporary branch leader who took office in a time of crisis, he didn't have the courage to confront such a terrifying enemy.

The necrophiliac behind him rarely spoke, like a block of wood. What was eerie was that this guy had a strong corpse aura, and the bandages and shrouds on his body looked like clothes stripped from a dead person, making him feel nauseous.

Fortunately, the other party was not a strong character; they were more like a killing machine that obeyed orders without question.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

As Dong Longma left the ward, he saw Ao Man leaning against the wall, head tilted back, seemingly lost in thought. The corridor reeked of a pungent, slightly salty smell of disinfectant.

Arrogance isn't the type to express herself well; all her emotions are hidden in watching over and accompanying others.

You Donglongma felt a pang of sympathy. The woman's expression remained unchanged. Whether it was the indifference of someone who had experienced too many separations and deaths, or the helplessness of someone who was sad but didn't know how to express it, neither of these were the expressions a normal woman should have.

At this point, nothing is more practical than catching the criminal; otherwise, it would only make one appear incompetent.

“There’s no need to blame yourself,” said the arrogant man.

Instead, she comforted herself.

"Arrogance, tell me, if you hadn't saved me, would everything have been different?"

Arrogance tilted his head, letting a few strands of hair fall down.

"He's here to seek revenge on us, not you."

"That's true. But from a purely idealistic point of view, everything really did get worse after I arrived." Ryoma's words lacked conviction.

“It’s not that we don’t believe in fate; on the contrary, we who are cursed believe in fate more than anyone else.”

He said arrogantly.

"Everyone firmly believes that they will eventually have their own destiny. When we die, how we die, and at whose hands we die, we have no regrets. This is our predetermined fate."

Her tone remained calm, but the content made Ryoma tremble slightly.

"so……"

"So you don't need to blame yourself too much, and they won't blame you."

"Even though you know I will bring misfortune, you still let me stay by your side..." Ryoma said, choking back tears.

"At first we didn't know, but as more and more people fell ill, we had no choice but to confirm it."

Arrogantly, he said, "This enemy is very familiar with us, so he knows the weaknesses of most of us. But he is not familiar with you. If you play your part well, you will be a surprise attack."

"But I'm not very skilled. I might not even dare to kill small animals, let alone ferocious White Walkers."

“So I will be training you from now on,” the arrogant man said.

She seemed to be thinking about something and didn't elaborate.

"I don't want everyone to sacrifice in vain because of me." Ryoma glanced around. The people in the ward were silently watching Lazy's condition. The necrophiliac rarely looked up and met his gaze.

Feeling guilty, Longma shifted his gaze away.

I always felt that in the eyes of necrophiliacs, besides their numb and lifeless expressions, there were other words.

It feels like having your eyes on your prey.

Thinking of this, the dragon horse shrank back in fright, a chill running down its spine.

“He’s a master,” the arrogant man said.

"Ah." Only then did Ryoma realize that Aoman was staring at him. Although she was wrapped in bandages, it didn't seem to affect her vision or anything like that.

"Can arrogance... truly see my expression?"

"No."

The dragon horse scratched its head and said, "Never mind."

Just then, a man dressed in a suit walked briskly towards the door.

The tall man walked up to the arrogant man and bowed in greeting.

"grown ups."

"speak."

"Yes. We are servants of the Gluttony family. The patriarch entrusted me to convey this message to you. This generation of Gluttony lost its activity a few days ago. We didn't have time to locate it before its energy disappeared."

You Donglongma was somewhat surprised.

"Please grief."

The man bowed, a white flower pinned to his chest.

"understood."

He replied arrogantly and nonchalantly, "Thank you for your trouble."

Previously, there was no news of Gluttony's whereabouts, so it could be assumed that he had simply gone missing. He was unwilling to accept the fact that Gluttony was likely in grave danger, but the continuous stream of bad news was still overwhelming for Ryoma.

Arrogantly, he accompanied the man in the suit into the ward to inform the others, leaving only Ryoma standing in the corridor.

The nurse pushed the cart along the far end of the road.

This is the eighth person.

When Ryoma recalled the boy, his pale face always wore a shy smile.

Gluttony was such an ordinary person, just an innocent-looking boy, especially since he had lost his taste buds, yet even someone like that was taken away by fate without hesitation...

You Donglongma secretly hardened his heart and gritted his teeth.

Endless death means there's no end in sight.

He simply couldn't afford to squander his companions' lives, enduring repeated torment at the cost of those around him. He opened his palms, as if he could see his own tumultuous fate and the monster within him that could awaken at any moment.

He slammed his fist into the wall, making a loud thud.

"Don't...cry..."

You Donglongma was startled. He looked around and saw no one. The arrogant man and the others in the ward had just learned of the bad news about Gluttony. Their voices were low, but no one paid attention to him.

Hallucination?

The sound appeared too suddenly; I must have been on edge and was hallucinating.

"Don't cry."

Ryoma opened his eyes in disbelief.

Sorry, the network card might not have been set to publish on a schedule last night.

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(End of this chapter)