My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 116

At the same moment, not far from the port.

Aconé tried to make contact with Rezu.

Searching for him, he scoured the port and its surroundings. But nothing. Then a crucial fact surged into his mind.

But this Rezu, I don’t know his face.

.......

Sigh.

Grabbing his face, he berated himself for his stupidity.

Seriously. How can I search for someone whose face I don’t even know?

Just then, several men who looked like they were fleeing something knocked him over. On the ground and stunned, he grabbed the leg of one of the men stepping over him, dragging him down.

Are you insane? You want me to beat the shit out of you, man?

Ignoring the man, Aconé clamped his throat.

Tell me. What were you running from?

Aconé demanded.

Struggling to breathe, the man tried to pry Aconé’s hand away. But he couldn’t even budge a single finger. He forced his mouth open.

We... we... we’re fleeing Rezu. He’s started his madness again. But this time, he wanted one of us. ... Rather... die than get caught by him.

The man spilled out.

Unhappy about not learning more, Aconé at least seemed satisfied to know where Rezu was. Releasing the man, who resumed his flight.

He went against the flow to meet Rezu.

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A few moments later.

Standing in front of some kind of warehouse, Aconé noticed the destroyed door.

Looks like it’s in this direction.

He thought, taking the path.

Inside, numerous human limbs, torn off long ago, were pinned to the wall with blades. Tongues, eyes, organs, even muscles and brains were rotting in this place.

I think these people have had enough. Already with the craziness they do outside, and now this. If I hear one of them try to justify it with their pleasure, I’ll burn them without hesitation. So if one of them attacks me, even as a joke, I’ll kill them without thinking.

This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.

Aconé said, talking to himself.

At the end of this corridor, he entered a room that seemed to gather all the vile depravity of this cursed island.

Young women on the ground, legs spread, some with empty gazes as if soulless. Others naked too, covered in bruises, faces disfigured. A white liquid coated their faces and the floor. But they laughed, smiled, danced, lips curved in smiles, with streams of tears pouring from their eyes.

But the worst of all: the smell. A sweetness to some. Hideous to Aconé. It was as if the air itself had been defiled by these people.

Walking through the room, Aconé’s face ceased to show any expression. He had seen too much. Too much.

Unfortunately, in a more distant corner of the room, he came upon a scene worthy of hell.

Multiple corpses of young boys and girls. All naked. The same position for each. Their decapitated heads staring straight at their genitals. Their arms savagely severed, shoved into their rectums. And as a signature, the words “slave forever” were written using a white liquid on each of them.

..........

People would have many reactions to such a scene. To such cruelty. A roar of anger. Disgust for the author of this horrible act.

You like it. You know, you’re the first to manage to endure this sight for more than a minute.

Personally, I find it divine. When I finished my work, I contemplated it night and day. It’s by far my pinnacle in terms of art.

A man suddenly explained from behind Aconé.

You call this art?

Aconé asked him.

Of course. Don’t you see their suffering on their small, sweet faces? Young girls and boys raped one by one. Then cut up. And transformed into artwork. Isn’t it beautiful... huh? To appreciate their expressions of pain. Screams. They annoy me so much, them. All hypocrites: they get excited to rape children. But to admire my work, they dare to be afraid. And have the audacity to flee before I’ve chosen my bedroom partner.

Stopping, the man observed Aconé more closely. And bit his lips. Directing his hand toward the small of Aconé’s back, he whispered:

Don’t even think about running. I swear on my name. I, Rezu, promise to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. You’ll leave here like a newborn.

When suddenly, Aconé, who had shown no gesture or emotion until then, began to laugh.

Ha ha ha ha.

A laugh that might seem troubling given the scene. But his eyes wet, convulsing with something he had never felt before. Pure rage.

Looking at each child’s face, he gave them a smile.

You will all be avenged. Absolutely all of you.

Opening his left hand wide. Stop laughing. He turned abruptly, and from his left hand, enormous waves of flames engulfed Rezu, who was caught by surprise.

The flames were so vast they stretched across the entire vertical width of the wall. Aconé didn’t care. In his right hand, he condensed half the flames he was creating.

His goal, upon releasing it: kill this person who dared call himself human and destroy every trace of the children.

From the smell, they’ve been dead for at least four days. They’ve already left this world. And there’s no way I’m leaving their corpses like this. Or letting another bastard touch them. This world has already done them enough harm.

Aconé thought.

The sphere of flames, a radiant yellow color, shot off following Aconé’s right hand.

He hadn’t seen Rezu’s face. And now, he thanked the heavens for sparing him from seeing such a being.

Lowering his right arm, the sphere hurtled toward Rezu. Who, no matter where he was in this room, would be caught.

Before his eyes, the sphere exploded, releasing at supersonic speed the flames that swallowed absolutely everything.

Having far exceeded his limits, Aconé knew he couldn’t control the phenomenal amount of flames rapidly approaching him.

Spreading his arms, he opened his eyes wide. And roared:

If I have to die this way, that’s just fine with me.

When he felt someone grab him and pull him backward.

His vision shifted from multiple flames about to engulf him to dark, cold shadows.