Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 684: Mis-matching Thoughts...

Chapter 684: Mis-matching Thoughts…

“Eddie and Meli!!!” one of the bear guards completed as they looked stupefied at Zeras, who slowly walked towards them, placing both heads on one of the plates on the table, right before the group that was sitting.

“I believe these belong to you…” Zeras’s cold and emotionless voice resounded as he dropped the severed heads on their plates, before walking towards the side of the place, climbing up the stairs to his room, and he was quickly followed by Felecie, who couldn’t bear to watch the shocked gaze of the people.

“CLINCK!” The sound of the knob getting unlocked resounded as he entered into the familiar house, removing his shoes by the side before walking towards the table, bringing out his Sword Breathing Technique manual and trying to comprehend the last technique.

But soon his eyes narrowed when he felt no movement at all in the room, and he turned to the door, where he sighted Felecie, with her hands on her heaving chest, and horror in her eyes as she looked at him as if he was some sort of monster.

“Change your clothes and wear a sweater. I don’t want you getting a fever or something…” he said to her, before he focused his rapt attention on the manual once more.

‘He… He killed them! He severed their heads and served it on a dish! He… He is a cold monster!! A madman! I have to leave as soon as possible! It’s not safe to stay alone in a room with a cold murderer like him!’

Felecie’s chaotic thoughts pounded continuously in her head as she remained standing at the door, unable to move a single inch even after what she had been told by him.

It was the first time she had witnessed a person die right in front of her eyes, but the most shocking thing was how violent the scene had been. The memories of the head soaring away from the body relayed continuously in her head, and the scene of it getting severed on the plate by him sent enough shivers in her mind.

But what sent the most shivers was him right now. He had just killed two people in the most brutal and violent way she had ever seen and yet, he didn’t appear to be bothered at all! He didn’t even puke from the horror at all. It was like he couldn’t even feel any emotion at all!

That only showed how horrific of a person he was. This was no handsome young man at all. He was an unfeeling devil in human skin! A devil!

And now she was standing in the same room as him! Should she run or should she stay? She had no idea at all! Her mind was confused with thoughts of what to do next and the scene from before until it eventually overclouded her mind, and slowly, she gave out, her eyes rolling back from the great influx of emotion and shock as she slowly dropped to the ground.

Yet the expected loud bang of a body dropping to the ground was never heard as she fell into a pair of arms instead.

Zeras’s eyes narrowed at the body in his arms, feeling the extreme cold temperature of her skin, and his eyes flashed, before they returned to their same poker expression.

Laying her on the bed, he increased the temperature in the room by putting more dried wood in the flame chamber, and then he found an extra big cloth from her bag in his spatial ring, wrapping it around her figure.

Slowly but surely, her deathly pale face returned back to normal, her temperature returning to normal, and so did her breathing, as she quickly entered into a deep state of slumber.

“I wish you could keep your sweet naivety. But that will only kill you on the journey. Better to see for yourself how cold the cultivation world really is, instead of forming your own hypothesis on them…” Zeras mused to himself, not at all worried at the scene he had formerly caused.

Only pieces of trash kill others just because their ‘higher-life higherups’ are having dinner and don’t want anyone in. Killing those people doesn’t even ripple him at all.

The only thing he was slightly worried about was Felecie, who had no doubt witnessed a scene for the first time in her life.

He had remembered how much he had puked the first time he had taken a life. It would have been no doubt more horrific if he had been forced to witness a head getting severed away from the body. It wasn’t a pretty scene, especially for an innocent lady.

Still, it was only the beginning. The Tower of God saga would be no doubt more brutal and unforgiving.

She needed the experience to death, or she might just freeze up at a critical moment due to it, and that might result in not only danger to her life but maybe his too.

Being naive was good, and even he wished he could have kept his. But that was good for the mortal world. Naivety in the cultivation world is seeking death! Greatly unwelcomed…

“Hmmmm,” Slowly, Zeras hummed, as he narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the walls in front of him and settling down below to his star, where a total of close to seven bear guards were all concealing themselves, as if waiting for him to stop him from leaving the room.

“It would have been strange if those prideful bastards had simply let it go. It’ll be fine so far they don’t touch the knob to the door…” Zeras mused boringly as he moved back to his seat, picking up his manual and continuing his comprehension.

Now he was beginning to feel like he was starting to finally grasp the fifth sword art.

The most powerful sword art in the entire Star Breathing Manual. One that seemed to combine all the characteristics of all previous slashes into a single slash!

It would no doubt increase his power monumentally, and now he could feel he was close to finally grabbing it.