Chapter 118
"You're really hopeless! Destined to be a pig slaughtered for its meat! Not even Biff's death could awaken your killer instinct!"
After rushing into the gym, the old pig urged Dave several times to start a massacre, but unfortunately, Dave refused to make a move. Instead, he followed the scent of blood to the restroom, where he heard the sounds of sobbing.
No matter how much the old pig persuaded him, Dave wouldn't get back up.
Helpless, the pig had to escape on its own. Its pig brain was much smarter than Dave's.
It was clear Dave no longer wanted to live. His earlier frenzy had been a fleeting burst of energy after killing someone, but deep down, he was still human. His wounds wouldn't heal quickly, and soon his life would drain away completely.
"Dave has betrayed the pig class! Looks like the hopes of nearly a hundred pigs from the farm are all on me now!"
Escaping the farm is all that matters!
From now on, the name Dave would be passed down by me. I'll be the new Dave II!
"I eat people! I eat people!"
Dave II snorted and bellowed with rage.
...
On Randy's side, he wasn't aware of what was happening with Dave.
To be honest, he had always seen through people well. That Dave guy never seemed like someone who could pull off a massacre. In his eyes, Dave was just a stinking pile of fertilizer.
Randy was busy refining the blood essence lotus, which was far more important.
Throughout the night, for every blood essence lotus he refined, Randy would rest for fifteen minutes. By the time it was 7 AM, he finally gathered ten lotus flowers.
They contained the energy equivalent to ten of him, but they could only sustain him for a short while, so he still needed to supplement more.
To modify the environment and climate, a lot more preparation was required.
Just as Randy was about to close his eyes to rest, he sensed a visitor at his home.
A familiar car had stopped at his front gate.
Then, a familiar nun stepped out of the car.
"Katherine?"
Katherine had missed Randy the previous day. When she returned, she felt too guilty to face the abbess, but luckily, the abbess was so busy she didn't have time to scold her, giving her a bit of relief.
At dawn the next day, Katherine woke up early just to make sure she caught Randy at home.
Seeing a car already parked in Randy's yard, Katherine finally felt relieved.
She checked her attire, and aside from the obligatory white, her nun's robes looked dignified and modest.
"This shouldn't offend him, right?"
Katherine opened the gate and, as soon as she stepped into the yard, her expression froze.
The graffiti on the door was particularly eye-catching.
"Devil. Demon. Go to Hell."
A window on the side had been smashed as well.
The curses were so vicious that even a devout follower like Katherine was momentarily stunned before her brows furrowed.
"That's too much! How can people curse someone like this?"
If she were the one being cursed like this, Katherine would have been heartbroken.
Just as she stood there angrily, the front door suddenly opened.
Randy, with his pale face and a hostile expression, appeared at the door.
"What are you doing here?"
On any other day, Randy might have been interested in chatting with the nun, but today he was extremely busy.
"I... "
Catherine couldn't seem to find a proper reason for her visit.
"Whatever. Come inside; we can talk in there."
Randy opened the door to let her in. Such an isolated place didn't have any witnesses, so he could dismiss her easily later.
"Yes."
Catherine nodded excitedly, thinking that as long as Randy was willing to talk, it would be a good start. She quickly hurried inside.
Once inside, however, her smile quickly faded. The place was a mess, with shards of glass scattered across the sofa, clearly remnants of the destruction from yesterday that no one had cleaned up.
Catherine tentatively asked, "Randy, what happened here…?"
Randy didn't bother answering her and simply sat down, closing his eyes to rest.
Seeing no response, Catherine didn't get upset. She glanced at Randy's pale face and assumed he must have been up all night, fuming. A sense of pity welled up inside her.
Without saying a word, she grabbed a broom and carefully started cleaning up the glass shards near the sofa.
She made loud sweeping noises, trying to get Randy's attention.
But even after she finished cleaning, when she turned to look at him, Randy hadn't moved an inch, still sitting as still as a statue.
Catherine felt a little frustrated. She thought to herself, "I'm helping clean up your house; the least you could do is show some appreciation, right?"
Oh well, considering Randy's terrible personality, she didn't expect thanks, but she at least hoped to improve his view of the church a little.
She started circling the room, looking for a pair of gloves to clean the glass shards on the sofa. She intentionally made loud footsteps, but still, nothing from Randy.
She was about to ask where the cleaning supplies were when she noticed the gloves lying in plain sight. Resigned, she grabbed them, slipped them on, and returned to cleaning up the glass shards.
But just as she was clearing a few pieces, she suddenly let out a cry.
"Ah! I cut my hand!"
Frowning, she quickly removed the glove. Her index finger was already dripping with blood.
Even then, Randy didn't bother to open his eyes.
Fuming, Catherine stormed over, raising her bleeding finger.
"Randy, I cut my hand!"
"Oh."
"Oh!?"
Catherine's blood pressure surged. "Do you have any bandages or first aid supplies in your house?"
Randy sighed in exasperation. "Why bother? The sofa's covered in shards anyway. I've decided to throw it out."
And now she was dripping blood onto the floor.
Catherine realized she'd been doing something silly. The sofa wasn't even leather—there was no way she could clean out all the shards without making it uncomfortable to sit on.
Seeing her dumbfounded expression, Randy couldn't help but chuckle.
Embarrassed, Catherine laughed too, but her smile quickly froze. "My hand is still bleeding!"
Randy casually replied, "There are bandages in the kitchen drawer. Help yourself."
Still dissatisfied, Catherine felt Randy wasn't acting like a gentleman. Shouldn't he be the one helping her bandage the wound?
Reluctantly, she found the first aid kit and bandaged herself, making sure to grimace exaggeratedly throughout the process to express her displeasure.
When she finished, she saw that Randy had gone back to resting with his eyes closed.
"Randy."
Catherine stormed over, about to speak, but Randy interrupted her.
"Clean up the graffiti outside too, would you?"
"What?"
Catherine stared at him in disbelief. "Are you treating me like your maid? I'm leaving!"
"You're already here. Just clean up before you go—it's part of your training, a way to temper your spirit."