My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 117

What’s happening?

A fire.

Wait, that wouldn’t… be the hangar where Rezu spends his time, would it?

Now that you mention it… I think you’re right.

Celebration.

In front of this huge hangar that looked more like an apartment, flames devoured it. Destroyed it. Leaving behind a long line of smoke that spread through the surroundings. Moving farmers, slaves, with its noxious and thick odor.

Despite that, a group of men who, despite their excessive coughing, celebrated Rezu’s death.

That monster is finally dead.

Anyway, he was just a sicko. Instead of keeping those people alive to continue satisfying our desires, he killed them and turned them into so-called works of art.

The group spoke without paying attention to what was happening at the door.

The interior was hidden by the flames. Inside those flames, a person walked. His entire stomach was charred.

Yet his face showed no trace of pain or suffering.

His skin, covered in water like armor, extinguished every flame that dared touch him.

Outside, the men continued to badmouth Rezu. When one of them fell to the ground screaming. Pointing at the hangar door.

They were all shocked to see Rezu emerge.

But what stressed them the most was his mocking smile.

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I would… never have predicted this.

Coming… I myself… with the desire to end my life. Don’t you find that astonishing, my dears?

Rezu questioned in a poetic and theatrical tone.

Exchanging glances, the group of men wondered if it would be bad not to answer him.

Yes. Yes. I’d even find it… romantic, elder Rezu. But shouldn’t you get treatment?

One of the men shared.

Love… no, it wasn’t love. It was something more beautiful. Disgust… hatred… and good old vengeance.

Laughter.

Laughing, Rezu plunged back into his memories and immortalized Aconé in his mind.

Aaaaaaaa, no one else but me must kill this man. I need to see his face again. If I can’t break you through intimate relations, I’ll destroy you with my fists. You the fire. And me the water. This promises to be intense.

Slipping away, Rezu left the men who were unable to move, out of fear of dying.

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Regaining consciousness, Aconé saw he was back in his room. Before noticing Dina and Darlius watching him.

I hope at least you had a good reason to lose it. To the point of unleashing an attack that would’ve killed you.

Dina declared.

Sitting up, he shared with them what he had seen.

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Sigh.

First, without Dina you’d be getting roasted by your own flames right now, but you also voluntarily tried to play the hero. And let me remind you that none of us is a hero.

Second, I hope at least that son of a bitch suffers good before he dies.

Darlius pointed out.

So now outings are over for you.

Dina informed him.

But we have to keep gathering information before we attack.

Aconé specified.

Don’t worry about that. We’re going to strike on the day of the execution. And Dina will go warn the other three in prison.

Darlius confided.

Wanting to ask for more details, Aconé was stopped by Darlius who signaled him to rest.

Having pushed himself in creating flames, he could clearly feel he needed rest.

Even though I’m rank eight, I’m not powerful enough to control all the flames I created. It’s frustrating.

He thought.

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At the top of the island.

Inside the old abbey.

Liara, her face displaying a sunny smile, walked through the corridors. At her presence, some greeted her with smiles. Others, having heard certain rumors, did so with knots in their stomachs.

She arrived in front of a door. Open, it revealed descending spiral stairs.

I hope staying in this dark place hasn’t driven you mad, Kurdes.

It would disappoint me if it was a place that broke you instead of me.

Liara declared. Descending the stairs with visible impatience on her face.