From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 226: Kill All the Way Through!

"Batel! What are you doing? Ah!" a loud shout rang out.

Just as Jari was pondering these matters, with the two men before him kowtowing frantically against the ground, two more figures walked in from outside.

Unsurprisingly, they were also employees of the crematorium and among the orchestrators of this massacre.

Since Batel and his companion had been gone for so long, they feared something had gone wrong and came to check.

Of course, they weren't afraid of a Dalit rebelling; such a thing was utterly impossible. What they feared was that someone of a High-Caste had suddenly stepped forward to seize their interests.

If that happened, they would be left with nothing but tears of despair.

Therefore, they had to see for themselves. If a High-Caste had truly intervened, they would turn and run immediately, perhaps managing to save a small portion of their profits.

However, there was no grand entourage of vehicles or horses here, meaning there was no possibility of a Brahmin or a Kshatriya being present. This reassured them significantly.

The two men walked over, raising their flashlights, and immediately spotted their two comrades kowtowing ceaselessly.

And the object of their frantic bowing was actually a dark-skinned man clad in filthy rags.No one but a Dalit would ever wear such clothing, so it was obvious that the man standing before them was a Dalit!

So, the reason their two comrades had taken so long to return was that they were groveling before a Dalit?

The two newcomers stood frozen, gripping their machetes in bewilderment. Had their friends gone mad, or had the entire world gone insane? Did this make any sense?

"A lowly Dalit makes you act this pathetic? Have you lost your minds? Ah!" the two men roared, trying to snap their companions out of it. What the hell were these two doing!

This was bringing deep shame to their caste. If this were broad daylight in front of a crowd, their entire families would be slaughtered!

A High-Caste was absolutely forbidden from kneeling to a lower caste. It was an act of blasphemy against thousands of years of rule, a complete betrayal. Absolutely no one would accept such a thing.

Without hesitation, the two men marched forward with their blades raised!

This Dalit had to die, and their two disgraced companions had to die as well!

This was a system deeply rooted in everyone's hearts. They would naturally obey it rather than attempt to overthrow it; no one could escape these rules. No one!

"We told you to kill a Dalit pariah, and you drag your feet making every excuse under the sun. Can you do it or not? If not..." one of them continued to curse.

However, as they turned their heads past their two kneeling companions and laid eyes on Jari, the indignation and confusion in their eyes abruptly shifted into horrific realization!

Atop this Dalit's head burned a crown of blood-red flames, and his eyes were a solid, glowing crimson. The piercing gaze he swept over them instantly filled the two newcomers with profound fear!

The scarlet aura and the terrifying light or radiance all screamed one undeniable truth: this man was a monster!

"You want to kill me," Jari stated.

An Asura possessed an innate, instinctual perception of murderous intent, allowing him to clearly sense the killing desire radiating from their bodies.

"No, no, no..." The two men were paralyzed with terror and stumbled backward. "We're sorry, we didn't know..."

To their eyes, this scene was undoubtedly a deity descending to the mortal realm. At the very least, this Dalit had achieved such a profound level of ascetic practice that he had earned the favor of the deities and been granted divine power.

They absolutely could not afford to provoke a monster like this, prompting them to loudly and frantically apologize.

Unfortunately for them, it was already too late.

Jari had already appeared right in front of them, locking onto them with a deadly stare as he unleashed his desire for slaughter without restraint!

A pair of hands that no longer looked human, more like monstrous claws, had already pierced straight through their torsos and pulled back out in the blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing but bloodstained, empty husks.

The true essence of an Asura remained an infinite craving for slaughter and battle. The moment he accepted the power of the Ahxiuluo Wang, the fundamental nature of that power had been permanently ingrained in him.

Thus, their brutal end had arrived.

Crimson blood sprayed across the two men who were still kowtowing on the ground, causing their movements to freeze entirely.

Murder. Right before their very eyes, this monster had slaughtered their companions with an entirely emotionless expression.

"Ah!" A scream of sheer fear erupted, only to be brutally torn apart and silenced a second later!

"Take me to where you keep the corpses!" Jari ordered, hauling the two trembling men up off the ground. Their legs shook violently as the urge to flee overwhelmed them, but then they watched Jari casually pick up one of the fresh bodies and rip it apart right in front of them. "I will not repeat myself!"

The mangled body and the awakened brutal nature made Jari look even more like a monster!

Terrified beyond reason, the two men did not dare hesitate any longer. They led Jari through the slums, arriving beside a factory a short distance away.

Jari recognized the place immediately. This was the exact same factory he had visited during the day to search for the corpses. Right now, over a dozen men were gathered outside, listening to the words of the factory spokesperson.

The man's voice was not particularly loud, and from this distance, Jari originally would not have been able to hear him. But now, every word was crystal clear:

"We are still short six corpses. Each one is worth five hundred dollars. Per standard practice, I would take a hundred-dollar cut per body, but since you failed to meet the quota, my cut goes up this time. It will be one hundred and fifty dollars!"

"You bunch of useless trash! You cannot even manage to kill a Dalit and actually let them run away. It is no wonder you are a low caste!"

"One hundred and fifty dollars deducted per corpse! Now, carry the bodies into the factory. Once everything is done, I will pay you!"

Jari heard everything. He looked at the bodies strewn across the ground and the vicious thugs clutching their blades!

Just as he suspected, this entire attack originated from this very factory. It was not hard to glean from the spokesperson's words that these fresh corpses, which required murdering people to obtain, were most likely orders placed by the factory itself.

And they handed out these murderous assignments with the same casual indifference as deciding what to eat for lunch. Forget about guilt; they did not even show a shred of surprise.

Such callous indifference made Jari close his eyes in a brief moment of agony.

So, to them, the Dalit pariahs were not even considered living beings. They were nothing more than cargo. The way these people talked about them was exactly how one would discuss mere merchandise!

"This truly... makes one feel enraged!" Jari whispered. Despite his words, he did not display the slightest hint of anger. The years of emotional numbness and dullness left his face as rigid as stone.

However, that was about to change!

Jari grabbed the two men beside him as easily as picking up a pair of rocks and hurled them directly at the crowd in the distance!

If they refused to treat his people as human beings, then why should he extend them the same courtesy?

He was here for revenge, not to seek justice. He did not need to appeal to fairness or righteousness. All he had to do was follow this path and kill his way through. That would be enough!

As an Asura, this was what he ought to do, what he absolutely had to do.

The overwhelming urge to slaughter resonated with his very physical form, purifying and refining his power. 'I just need to kill them, right?'

With that thought, Jari's mind suddenly cleared. He was no longer bogged down by sorrow or misery; instead, he felt a profound sense of grounding and comfort.

Perhaps he was always meant to be an Asura. Whenever there was a grudge, he could simply slaughter the ones responsible. Not having to overthink things truly made life much more enjoyable!

Consequently, as the group of men were knocked off their feet by the two human projectiles and scrambled to see who possessed such immense audacity, they spotted Jari. He had retracted the flames atop his head, looking no different from his usual ordinary self.

He gazed at the people before him, then looked down at the row of corpses laid out at their feet. His eyes locked onto the completely exposed faces of his wife and mother. His gaze was dull and stagnant as he simply stared.

After becoming an Asura, Jari had assumed he would no longer experience much emotion. But upon seeing the corpses of his closest family, he finally understood. It was not that he lacked emotion; it was just that the time to vent it had not arrived yet.

Just like right now. Seeing the bodies of his loved ones among the dead, observing their mutilated forms, their torn clothing, and the lingering agony etched into their faces, how could he not understand what his family had endured!

His mother, his wife, his daughter, his son, they had all been murdered. And before they were killed, they had clearly suffered horrific abuse. Only that kind of torment could leave such expressions behind!

Yet, no one cared about their deaths. No one cared about their tragedy. This mob of thugs only cared about the few hundred dollars their murders would fetch!

In India, this was a massive sum. After all, a single corpse traded for over forty thousand rupees was more than enough to tempt anyone in the slums to risk their entire lives.

It was also enough to drive these men to resort to extreme measures, turning murder into a long-term, lucrative business.

At that moment, the thugs finally noticed Jari and guessed the origin of the two human projectiles. "Does this pariah really have so much strength that he threw those men from that far away?"

"So what? A pariah is still a pariah. He might be able to throw people, but he clearly lacks the guts to actually kill anyone!"

"Perfect timing. We were short six corpses, but with him here, we will only be short five. Come on, let's kill him!"

"Makes sense! Come on, let's kill him!"

Hearing the crowd's jeers, the two men who had been thrown tried to lift their heads to warn them, only to discover their chests had been utterly shattered. They could not speak a single word!

'Don't go, he's a monster...' That warning remained forever trapped in their ruined chests!

Meanwhile, both Jari and the remaining thugs, wearing equally ferocious expressions, marched straight toward one another!