death of hope

Chapter 1011 "Psionic Storm" (85) Turkey

"すごい!" (That's awesome!)

A burst of applause and cheers interrupted Li Ang's thoughts. It turned out to be a street performer selling monkeys.
"Wait, Tetsuya-kun, I'll go check it out~"

There were many onlookers, but Yuna, being tall, could see the performance clearly without having to squeeze to the front row.

Three emaciated macaques were tied to the car bumper with hemp rope.

The monkey's ginger-yellow fur was greasy and frizzy, filthy, and the scars from whipping and knife cuts were clearly visible, indicating long-term abuse.
The slender monkey claws gripped a toy plastic kitchen knife, brandishing its teeth like a highway robber. The stark contrast between its weak and arrogant appearance amused the onlookers.

"You little punk, you dare to try and wield a big knife against me? You've got some nerve!"

The monkey trainer pulled a plastic toy gun from his pocket and shouted at the monkey:

"Surrender now! Or I'll blow your mind!"

The monkeys were clearly trained; as soon as they saw their owner raise a gun, two of the three macaques immediately dropped their toy knives and raised their arms in surrender, eliciting another burst of laughter from the audience.

"You brat! Why don't you surrender! Are you tired of living?!" the monkey trainer threatened.

The smallest macaque bared its teeth and squeaked, threw away its toy kitchen knife, rushed over and snatched the toy gun.

"No! No! Monkey King! I was wrong! I was wrong, okay?"

The monkey trainer surrendered at lightning speed, knelt down and kowtowed to the monkey, and many audience members laughed so hard they coughed while clutching their stomachs;

"Good work deserves a reward!"

Seeing that the time was right, the traveling performer clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Gentlemen! Those with money, please support us financially! Those without money, please support us with your presence!"

Some people threw coins into the tin can on the ground, while many others who had no money simply clapped.

Listening to the crisp 'clink' sound of coins hitting the tin can, and even some people lavishly stuffing large sums of money inside,

The monkey trainer was grinning from ear to ear, but when he turned around, he saw the smallest macaque pointing a toy gun at him.

The monkey's small eyes were fixed on the bananas at the fruit stand not far away. Its pitiful expression and rumbling stomach clearly showed that it was starving and was begging its owner for food.

"Put it down right now!"

The monkey trainer pulled out his whip and lashed it out with a "crack!" The monkey screamed and cried, dropped its toy gun, and cowered in its cage, trembling.

The audience burst into laughter again, with someone clapping and shouting, "Slap him harder!" Yuna turned away from the crowd and took Li Ang's hand:

"Tetsuya-kun... let's go look somewhere else..."

"Don't be sad, let's go see something happy~" Li Ang comforted her softly, holding Yuna's little hand, his own heart filled with mixed feelings;
(A cannibalistic world, a bloodthirsty audience... She pities the monkey, but who pities her...)
"Let's go to the Ginza Department Store, they're having an event there."

Yuna turned her head and glanced at the monkey trainer's cage, letting out a soft sigh.
She always thought of others and didn't want to be a spoilsport, so she kissed Li Ang's cheek and said:
"Okay~ Go go go!"

·
Not far behind the two, a dozen burly men and women in suits, sunglasses, and chewing gum followed Li Ang and Yuna towards the Ginza shopping mall.

These men exuded a powerful aura; one look at them revealed them to be ruthless individuals, and even the local underworld would give them a wide berth.
They are elite corporate warriors serving Sakura Corporation, most of whom are veterans of the Terra Federation Special Forces who have been rehired with high salaries. The fact that so many of them have been sent at once shows how important they are.

Li Ang glanced back and frowned:

(These guys... they were following way too closely... Luckily Yuna is oblivious, otherwise she wouldn't have noticed...)
These people were ostensibly tasked with protecting Zero from cult members, but in reality, they were also on a mission to monitor Li Ang.

Li Ang was well aware of this and felt very uncomfortable. He hated this feeling of not being trusted. He would never betray his benefactor, and there was absolutely no need for surveillance.
You can only survive in a company where you're dependent on others; everyone is using and distrusting each other...

Dr. Joseph's (the director's) words echoed in his ears;
"I've noticed lately that the way you look at her is really strange."
Everyone loves beauty, especially such a stunning woman. It's normal for someone your age to be attracted to beauty, but you must resist the temptation and not let this enchantress be bewitched.

I've read books about the worldview education in your Vilnius colony.
In Vilnius, primary school teachers would give boys free turkey eggs and teach them how to hatch baby turkeys in an incubator, raise them, fatten them up, slaughter them, and make them into a roast turkey feast for Thanksgiving.
Cut it open, eat it, chew it.

A few days ago, Joseph called him into his office and said all this, finally patting Leon on the shoulder and saying:

"Those genetically modified turkeys are livestock bred and raised by humans to satisfy their appetites."

The Zero Talent is a genetically mutated monster, a monster with top-tier psionic talent.

She wasn't human; she just happened to be wearing a beautiful exterior.

You are a Vilnius nobleman, an exiled illegitimate child. Once the project succeeds, you will return home in glory, carrying the prestige of a Nobel Prize and the company's bonus.
Reclaim your glory, become the next Count of Vilnius, and then all a man could ever ask for;

Power, wealth, women—I have no regrets in this life.
Or, you could abandon everything for a monster.

Xiao Li, you're a smart person, you know how to choose!

·
That day, in the director's office, Li Ang swore an oath to Joseph to put the old man at ease.

But there was one thing he lied about.
That year, when the turkey he had raised himself was served on the Thanksgiving table,
Little Li Ang didn't eat a single bite, and cried for half the night under the covers...

The men of the Vilnius family were not born with hearts of stone…