Chapter 982: Chapter 773: The Death of a Monster
Isn’t it a mistake to talk about loyalty to the Extreme Path?
In this country where rebellion can almost be sold wholesale and the overthrow of the upper class has become tradition, for the gangsters who have long abandoned morality, does something like loyalty... really need to exist?
When Tenmoku asked this, Chiba Ryouni couldn’t help but laugh, completely uninterested in answering such a meaningless question.
"I see. Instead of collaborating with outsiders’ betrayal, it’s more like... establishing oneself as king?"
Tenmoku realized and asked directly, "What about Lawrence? That must be your doing, right?"
"That vagrant who smokes and drinks beer all day? Right now he should be hosting another group of friends, right?"
Chiba Ryouni lowered his head to check the time on his wristwatch and said indifferently, "When it comes to matters within the Alliance, it’s better for Green Day not to meddle too much... isn’t that what you’ve always thought?"
"Compared to Green Day, I once had more faith in you."
Tenmoku leaned on a cane, ignoring the muzzles aimed at him and asked wearily, "Chiba-kun, the dire situation now doesn’t need me to elaborate... you are a rational person, far beyond me; originally, you were the hero meant to lead everyone in rebellion.
But now, what on earth are you thinking?"
Among countless possible futures, this man fought valiantly to protect the Tanbo Inner Circle, even at the cost of his own life.
Yet now, at the moment when cooperation is needed most, why are weapons drawn from within?
For what reason?
Power? Or money? Hatred or revenge?
Tenmoku raised his voice, shouting angrily, so infuriated he wanted to rip his vocal cords: "Chiba Ryouni, what on earth are you doing!!!"
Behind those rebels, Chiba Ryouni lowered his head and lightly brushed off the bloodstains on his suit sleeve: "Just trying to complete what I couldn’t back then...
To be honest, this was inspired by Huaizhi-kun; if it weren’t for his actions, I would almost have forgotten who I used to be.
I should thank him; he taught me the courage of sacrifice... even saving one more person is worth it."
"Chiba, you haven’t saved anyone; you’re just destroying it!"
Tenmoku tightly clenched his cane, the veins on his hand bulging: "Stop now, there’s still hope to salvage things..."
"Hope? Is that useful? It’s just making excuses to linger on!"
Chiba Ryouni shook his head disdainfully: "You’re just sitting there waiting for someone to pity you.
You dream of a chance to change, but there never was any chance; what you see is only a mirage!
Mr. Jiutiao, you, me, God City, and now Huai Zhisu... we’ve all been deceived by it, circling endlessly in the desert, waiting for the day when thirst finally ends us, and by then it’s too late!"
Has no one ever wanted to change?
Is Huai Zhisu the only one filled with hope?
No, right?
This world isn’t supposed to be so ridiculous!
Generation after generation, leader after leader, continually wanting to change, continually striving, and then continually disappointed, continually giving up, passing this absurd thing down.
For seventy years, from Kyoto’s Tanbo to Osaka’s Fushiki, America’s Detroit and Norwich, Egypt’s Exile, Russia’s Siberia...
No hybrid gathering place can escape from this vicious cycle!
"It’s not that there haven’t been heroes wanting reform, nor that there haven’t been immense forces... but we’ve long been abandoned by this world!"
Chiba Ryouni laughed mockingly: "Because they won’t allow it, the world won’t permit it!
No matter how much we long for warmth, no matter how much we mourn and shed tears, no matter the cost, to them, we’re nothing but creatures born guilty!"
He raised his hand, unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the scars on his chest, the price of his former naivety.
"Still don’t understand, Tenmoku?"
Amidst the distant collapse, Chiba coldly declared: "The human world is too cruel, too narrow; no matter how beautiful, it has no place for us."
Creatures can’t live in the human world.
Even if not killed, they would die in agony...
Suddenly silence fell, as a crisp sound emanated from within Chiba Ryouni’s frame.
The scars slowly opened, blood flowing, while his vertical pupils swiftly regressed; beneath his long hair, protruding bones fell silently, and the torn flesh closed anew.
The once decayed hybrid vanished, replaced by a rejuvenated, cold visage.
Released from the contradictions between Current Circumstances and Hell, welcomed with healing and freedom.
Like a Holy Spirit descending to earth.
Demonstrating an incredible miracle before all enemies.
"See, apart from healing, we need more things."
Chiba Ryouni spread his arms wide, smilingly declaring: "Sometimes, to survive, you have to change the world, or change yourself..."
Or even — both!
In that instant, Tenmoku sorrowfully closed his eyes.
The gunmen pulled the triggers.
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Four hours earlier.
Separated by the one-way glass of the laboratory, Ai Qing gazed indifferently at the subject inside.
