78 Peak of Despair

The scene before the plump man, momentarily became engulfed in utter darkness, before it transformed, into the view of a dilapidated room. Inside the room, a young boy whose age could be deduced as at least ten years of age laid down on a mat meant for pets.

His eyes shone in a dull light and he slowly stood up, his eyes darted on his soiled hands as he mumbled, "What just happened?" He pondered as he felt, several fragments of memories flashing through his mind.

But as he tried to remember those scattering memories, he would be greeted with a piercing headache which made him curl his figure in a shape of a shrimp.

Soon enough, those fuzzy memories disappeared, and he just laid there, wondering if everything that he had experienced was a dream. Especially the dream about him, becoming a Platinum Class Magician.

He stood up, his eyes shining in a light of determination, but before he could walk towards the entrance. He was interrupted by a fierce shout that echoed behind him.

The shout sounded familiar, and the young boy's eyes constricted in utmost fear and terror as his gaze, landed on a middle-aged man whose expression contorted to that of excitement.

"WHERE IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" The middle-aged man rushed towards him and pinned his young body on the ground, making him groan in pain.

"I told you to rest since we'll be going at it, all night, tonight, yet you!"

"You actually have the nerve to think of escaping!" The middle-aged man's expression turned into anger, and he quickly undressed.

His hand deftly moved towards the young boy and the latter, felt that the cloth that covered his lower body, disappeared followed by a pain which deeply embedded itself in him.

The young boy's expression gradually became blank, his eyes, dull as he stared at the direction of the entrance where a middle-aged woman, whose features looked the same as him, stared towards his direction in disgust.

With the pain that ran through his body in each thrust that the middle-aged man did, the fear and despair within the young boy's mind intensified, and with the man's climax, his expression distorted as the scene around him cracked and revealed that he still stood inside the dimly lit room, with a youngster, staring at him in an eyes filled with the light of amusement.

But as his mind regained its clarity. He found that he was swarmed with the figures of the people whom he had dealt with and his expression warped as he hysterically screamed, especially when his gaze landed on a middle-aged man that he once called as his father.

"No..."

"No..."

"Don't come near me..."

"DON'T COME NEAR ME!"

He exclaimed and with the source of power that came out of nowhere, he ran towards the exit and twisted.

But as the door creaked and opened. He was ashened to find, even more, figures of people whose face looked, badly decomposed as they slowly, and surely walked towards his direction.

Their arms that were as thin as a cicada's wing, stretched out and touched his clothes, soiling it in a viscous liquid that emanated a retch-inducing stench.

"No..."

"Please, no..."

"I'm begging you..."

He begged as he shoved the walking corpses away.

"You can't run away from your sins, brother."

A cold and monotone voice echoed amidst the darkness, the tone sounded extremely familiar in his ears as he screamed in retort.

"IS THAT YOU? BROTHER?!"

"EVEN IN DEATH, YOU'RE STILL HERE TO COME AND BLOCK ME IN MY PATH?!" He crazily shouted towards a faint silhouette of a man.

"I already told you, that you cannot run away from your sins..."

"Everything that you did with these poor women, and even the act of you, sacrificing your own brother for the sake of your research. They cannot escape my eyes..." The cold and indifferent tone became somewhat feminine.

"No, you're not my brother... Just who the fuck are you?!"

"Me?" The tone changed into that of a man.

"I'm the materialization of the Sins that you sowed..."

"I am... The Asura himself."

The faint silhouette spoke as the walking corpses around him, shrilly screamed as they pounced towards his figure.

However, instead of biting, and eating his flesh. They undressed him and the decaying bodies of the young women pinned him down, as they pressed their decomposing entrance towards his lance.

"NOOOOO!!!" He fiercely struggled, however, for some reason. He was unable to muster any strength as he felt that his weapon, entering the insides of the walking corpse.

But instead of a warm and soft sensation that should normally engulf his lance. He instead felt, that there were innumerable ants that desperately bit on his lance.

A shrill scream echoed deep within his throat as the decaying woman pistoned, and in each thrust, the pain that he felt, intensified, especially when his lance, struck the end of her entrance, for he felt that something threatened to bite off the tip of his lance.

"No, don't go deeper... No... Please..." He pleaded and sobbed at the same time. But just as he thought that this was the end of everything. He found that the figure of a middle-aged man embraced his body.

He felt the sensation of a hot, yet mushy rod, pressing on his back door and his expression deformed into that of utter despair as he desperately pleaded.

"Wait... No... Please... No!"

"Hiss..." The peculiar sensation that ran through his insides made him hiss in pain, and he screamed, especially when the corpse of the middle-aged man, started his piston.

Tears streamed down his cheeks and his mouth, slightly opened for the corpse of the young woman who bobbed up and down his lance, went in for a deep french kiss.

He felt extremely disgusted, especially when his tongue, clashed with the decomposing tongue of the corpse, and when its saliva, which looked like a pile of green mush, entered his body and when he was forced to swallow it.

Foam formed on his mouth as his consciousness was unable to endure the suffering that descended on him. But before he could faint, a green light, filled with the lifeforce of nature, forcefully brought him back to life.

Followed by a pill which made its way towards the mouth and transformed into a warm stream that spread through his body, healing all of his injuries.

He hatefully glanced at the young man, who observed at the side, and pleaded as he sobbed, "Why are you doing this to me..."

"Just what did I do, to deserve all of this?" He absentmindedly murmured.

"You're really asking that question to me? Why not think of this, Just what did those girls, do to deserve everything that you did to them?"

"With their looks that could overturn the world, all of them could easily find a man that would accompany them throughout their life and they could've possibly enjoyed the most intact emotions as well as the vicissitudes of life, yet when they met you, every dream that they had, instantly crumbled..."

"Using your might, you forced them to undergo several inhumane experiments, eventually making them something that was neither human or a beast. And they would forever have this scar in their life..."

"If not for your existence, they could've easily lived a life full of satisfaction and joy, but when you brought them here, all of their dreams were destined to crumble..."

"Now, you're asking me... About, why did you deserve this?"

Khan's eyes shone in a critical light, "How ironic that a person like me is lecturing someone about the preciousness of life when the people that I had killed with my very own hands, back then, numbered at least several hundreds of millions."

"However, even so, I killed them with my own efforts, but you?"

"You used these girls as pawns, taught them the art of Assassination so you could swiftly eliminate your opposition and in the end, you sacrificed your own brother so that you can secure a stable position in the company that you inherited from your bastard of a father!" Khan spoke in a harsh tone, with his words, clearly enunciated.

As for the reason why he knew everything about the plump man, was because he infiltrated his mind with his Soul Techniques and made him re-experience the despair that he once felt when he was just a child.

"All of my life, I never killed an innocent, all the people that I slaughtered were those people that cultivated in the path of evil cultivation and those arrogant young masters who took advantage of their status to force themselves into innocent girls, ruining all of their lives."

Khan sololiqued and he spoke several sentences that the plump man, never understood.

His hand flicked, and the door opened, revealing the blank figures of the women whom he imprisoned and raped on a daily basis.

"They shall be the one to end your life... Not me..."

Khan murmured in the air, and the figures of the walking corpses vanished into thin air as if they were just an illusion in the first place.

The figures of the stark naked young women whose bodies littered with all kinds of surgical scars walked towards him. Their eyes, burned in incomparable satisfaction to the thought that they could now avenge their situation.

All of them, had a knife in their hands as they slashed on the plump man.

"Hiii!!!" The plump man screamed and retreated towards the walls. He tried to summon the might of his entire cultivation base, yet he found that he was unable to do so.

"No, please... No! No more, please, no more!" He pleaded towards the young women as the latter continued their onslaught towards him.

Several blood streaks appeared on his naked body, and soon enough, his body looked like a carved human covered in blood.

"Nature Dragon's Blessing: Magnanimity of Life!

But before he could die, a burst of life force, healed his injuries, and his suffering went on for three whole days and nights.

In the end, his lips leaked a grateful smile, for he finally received the permission to die...