Ch He is not a very good man

"He is not a very good man,"

The demonic tree said his thoughts aloud.

The same thought that I was also harboring, minus the "man."

I may consider him as equal to others but a man? Only Buddhas and I. 

...

"Now, this is fascinating. This opens three possibilities. First, he does not belong to this world and has possessed the soul of the original one. Second, he has the wealth and connections to get permission to go to the lower realms. Or third, he is someone who happens to awaken memories of his previous life."

The demonic tree said this and once again continued venturing into the domain—a trap that he knew had been crafted by me.

As he continued venturing, He found that the first possibility was impossible. "His soul composition is the same as the others as per my sorcery and what Nature Spirits reported to me."

The Demonic Tree walked into more secrets of mine and concluded that in my younger days, I was a kind boy who loved attention and longed for connection that turned into a man who saw the worst in others and found futility in normalcy. "A boy who wanted to help himself but couldn't bring himself to? How fascinating. The second possibility is right, but not the only one. Perhaps all three possibilities are concurrently correct."

By the time full cloudy dark smoke emerged, the Demonic tree had gone on venturing into more of the terrors that I suppressed.

The Terrors I had suppressed to finally come up with the motto 'Simply living would suffice.'

The demonic tree had now gotten many variables he needed even without being able to get to the memory he was looking for.

Firstly, he had already concluded that I was a murderer somehow. 

His instincts were on point for some reason, perhaps this is why some people die early. 

But let's say I wasn't the murderer but since he was all curious and the demonic tree needed to eliminate a liar either way, why would he not choose me?

I was pretty sure that the demonic tree had understood how dangerous I was. 

The image of this 'mysterious young master' image of mine which I wanted everyone to feel was becoming terrifying to say it bluntly. So, it's natural to eliminate the danger in advance.

Therefore, proving how I had killed the lady was difficult per se. But irrespective of that He must have figured something out to kill me I guessed.

Secondly, He examined the Death of the Nameless Merchant lady. And not to his surprise, In the autopsy done by him on a dead nameless lady, there was no evidence against me.

In addition to that I had already planted fake evidence against Cheng Lan.

Now I don't know what it means to be a genius. As a child the saddest part was being a failed genius. I was one of the rare few who had permanent Auditory memory. Not something to be impressed with. I was still always out of the top 3 in my university batch. I only succeeded in being able to complete the bare minimum which was expected of me. Nevertheless, the bare minimum I achieved was enough to secure me a Scholarship, High placement, high paying job etc.

So, I could still bet on my PhD in clinical psychology, Ph.D. in neuroscience, PhD in anthropology, and PhD in Forensic Science that he would try to pin me as the culprit.

Interestingly, not to my surprise, he after examining the Fake evidence ignored it, and tried to talk to me so he could stroke my ego.

I could see that he was a fucking demonic tree able to take humans so bare minimum he must have been in Transcendent Nascent realm cultivator. I simply laughed and plucked my eye out to not give him any chance.

Afterall everyone knows how dangerous it is to open the gate to the memory. The memory - third eye - Inner mental sea. Memory defines the functioning other than the blind instinct which the body relies on. 

Anyhow He accepted my proposal because of this and despite being all secretive he walked right into the path. Fucking administrator or seer or Previous game winner. I win. 

Thereto I was swift, quick, masterclass, divine, savage…. Ok I would take the word 'Savage' back. It doesn't sound good at all. The word gave me the feeling of some subhuman who deserves nothing but to rot in slums that I used to burn away. 

So the demonic tree walked further and further into the next castle. Still a dimly lit area with no life but corpses. Corpses of rapist corpses, Corpses of cannibals, corpses of pregnant teens. 

The Demonic tree should have known better now that he would die. He should have understood that this time he would die. He won't escape. 

So why not enjoy his last moment? And I am not talking about toying with him. I don't like losing a battle due to my pleasure. Only a weak mind can succumb to pleasure: an impermanent happiness that would never last but only harm.

I'm talking about him enjoying his last moment.

But what could he have done? He was goal-oriented.

He could never do anything other than plan how he could perhaps prove that the 'mysterious young master killed the lady if he died, but curiosity was also a thing for him, it seems.