The Monsters All Covet Him - Chapter 32

After the war had been won in such a bizarre and grotesque manner, Fu Bai came to see Lin.

He brought Lin human clothing, food, and the kind of paper books that a youth of eighteen or nineteen would usually enjoy.

He continued to pose as Lin’s father. The stiffness he had shown during their first meeting gradually vanished, and he became increasingly adept at playing the role.

Lin Yang could not tell how much of Fu Bai’s behavior toward Lin was sincere and how much was a facade.

After showing concern for Lin’s daily life, Fu Bai said with a troubled expression, “I have a new prayer. I wish for humanity to win the war against the Silver Jiao while avoiding casualties as much as possible.”

Although they had won the battle the day before, the price humanity paid was far too heavy; it was practically a total annihilation.

Ice crystals formed within Lin’s silver-white eyes. “Your prayer shall be fulfilled.”

Lin Yang went to observe that particular battle. The humans participating in the war did not “die.”

Even when their heads were severed or their intestines spilled out, they continued to live, devoid of all sensation. Unsurprisingly, humanity emerged victorious in this battle.

However, there were no cheers of victory on the battlefield. Instead, a deathly, silent terror enveloped the area.

Those who were still alive despite being decapitated, losing limbs, or being reduced to half a torso struggled to crawl back home. Their comrades, who had fought alongside them through life and death, suffered mental breakdowns at the sight. They gripped their firearms and fired repeatedly bang, bang, bang!

Blood spatters erupted. A man with only half a face remaining shed a tear, murmuring, “Why are you doing this to me? You want to kill me? Am I not the person you love most?”

The comrade backed away, step after step. “You’re already dead! There’s no way you could be alive with such heavy injuries! You aren’t him! You’re a monster!”

This time, the black mist did not just emerge from those who should have died but remained alive; it also billowed in thick clouds from the surviving comrades.

Resentment, terror, and despair.

Numerous negative emotions intertwined, striking fear into any who glimpsed them. Once this black mist overflowed, it all surged toward the temple.

That evening, Fu Bai pushed open the doors of the temple. He found Lin, his expression hideous as he demanded angrily, “You said no one would die! Why have they all become like that?!”

Lin was in a state of mental exhaustion. The cold black mist bored into its body, branding the agony of the war’s dead and the terror of the living onto its form.

It could not withstand the ultimate accumulation of evil and rolled across the floor, screaming in pain. It had barely managed to settle when the fuming Fu Bai arrived.

Lin did not want to cause others displeasure, but it truly did not understand why Fu Bai was angry. It looked up with silver eyes now laced with bloodshot streaks, asking in confusion, “Did anyone die in this war?”

“No one died, but no human can survive having their head cut off! Those things can no longer be called human they are monsters of your making!”

It would have been better if they had just died. Fu Bai felt a wave of dizziness. Had he been too greedy?

Lin still failed to understand. “If they lose their heads or their bodies, are they no longer your friends, relatives, or lovers? They still have thoughts and memories; it is merely that their bodies are incomplete. But they will never die again, and you will never lose them. Is that not a good thing?”

Lin’s words were like a basin of cold water poured over Fu Bai’s head. He realized that the being standing before him was not a nineteen-year-old human youth, but an Evil God who controlled the life and death of thousands.

A god was destined to be incapable of empathizing with humanity.

“You are right.” Fu Bai’s hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists. “I pray that humanity survives the war completely intact and wins the victory.”

Like a pre-programmed machine, Lin spoke the destined words in a weak voice: “Father, all your prayers shall be fulfilled.”

As a transparent observer to all of this, Lin Yang felt a powerful, ominous premonition strike him, based on his knowledge of the tragic state of the world a hundred years in the future.