Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

"I killed him with my own hands. The plan is complete; he's no longer of any use."

"Not just him, I killed many other people too."

"All those who stand in my way."

Shen Chengyin slowly turned around.

He looked at Pan Taining.

His pupils were pitch black, without a trace of light.

Pan Taining's ferocious smile froze on his face.

The moment he saw the other person's expression, he suddenly regretted his decision to provoke them.

Compared to the overwhelming fear, the pain he had just endured was nothing.

Dead silence.

no answer.

"I...I was just kidding..."

Shen Chengyin's breathing stopped, not like he was holding his breath, but more like his whole being had stopped at a certain point in time.

"I was lying to you, I made it all up, I wanted to provoke you... I wanted you to kill me..."

"Su Han, he lived a very good life in his previous life..."

"I...I was lying to you, I was lying..."

Pan Taining struggled desperately, tears of fear mingling with his blood as they streamed down his face. His muscles, still convulsing from the curse left by Su Han, were completely immobilized.

The wind stopped.

Apart from Su Han, Shen Chengyin, and Pan Taining, everyone else remained still and motionless.

Some people stared wide-eyed, while others were still speaking with their mouths open and their tongues hanging in mid-air.

"No--"

Pan Taining left behind his last words in despair.

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body was shattered, turning into a crimson mist of blood.

With a few soft popping sounds, like dazzling fireworks.

Pan Taining did not believe that Shen Chengyin would let him die so easily, and the fact was just as he expected.

After experiencing death, he was pulled into a completely dark world.

As a high-level psychic ability user, no one knew where he was better than him.

Shen Chengyin's mental space.

Is this madman planning to imprison his consciousness here and subject it to all kinds of torture?!

"Shen Chengyin!!"

"You're insane!! No one will love you—you deserve to be fooled your whole life—you don't deserve it!!"

Pan Taining's spirit was still unable to escape the curse from the gods, suffering from a mixture of pain and itching, an excruciating discomfort.

He slumped in the space, cursing incoherently, using every vicious word he knew, before finally sobbing.

An elderly man, over fifty years old, with a head of white hair, wept bitterly, completely disregarding his appearance.

Why torture him like this?!

Why!

He was just a pathetic person trying to defy fate!

There is no concept of time or space here; only suffering is real.

After an unknown amount of time, Pan Taining finished crying and stared blankly at the endless void before him.

His fate was sealed: to be tormented for eternity and eventually become a madman.

Finally, his consciousness could not withstand the pressure and collapsed, dissipating. Or perhaps Shen Chengyin would not allow him to die, nor would he be willing to give him dignity.

After all, both of these children hate him so much.

He couldn't help but start daydreaming.

If back then, he had treated SUH-37 like his own child, been tolerant of him, taught him, and given him everything he wanted.

Including freedom.

Will the ending be different then?

He thought of his deceased mentor, who had come to him that year holding the newborn Su Han with a joyful expression.

The little child waved his pink little hands and cried loudly.

Everyone in the lab was laughing, celebrating the new student.

They jumped for joy, hugging each child and reaching out to play with them.

The child cried loudly, the noisiest among the children in the same batch.

My mentor said that he was the child of hundreds of researchers in the lab, the child of their hard work and dedication.

At that time, he also felt that this was his own child.

They are my own children.

He watched Su Han grow up.

The first syllable uttered by a baby who has just learned to speak in a cradle is the babyish "daddy".

She was calling him... Dad.

Hot tears slid down her cheeks.

a drop.

Two drops.

It dripped onto the glass lens of my eyeglasses.

Lin Leyang knelt beside Pan Taining's corpse, his light gray trousers stained with blood.

He raised his hand to adjust his glasses, sniffed hard, and tried to hold back his tears.

But the tears wouldn't listen, blurring his glasses completely.

While crying, Lin Leyang tried to grab and scoop up the blood mist with his hands.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold on.

"Lin Leyang".

Someone called his name.