Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 686: Bitter Truths 2

Chapter 686: Bitter Truths 2

Felicie muttered in slight surprise as she looked outside the inn and figured out that the people were still there, prevented from going in.

Another set of guards had been placed at the entrance, around four guards instead of two, and the corpses on the ground had increased up to ten!

“And don’t tell me, oh, it’s because of us that this happened. It’s because we’re so stubborn that they refuse to leave.

No, they were never going to leave here, not until the sign for the tower appears. In short, they plan on keeping those people out for two days straight,” Zeras said to her blankly as he resumed his reading.

“And how do you know that already?” Felicie asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“It’s simple. If they really have good intentions and really wished to leave soon, then killing anyone would have been irrelevant.

They only did that to strike fear into the people’s hearts, making them unable to come in for a longer period of time due to fear of suffering the same fate.

With the tower appearance set two days away from now, anyone can guess they are biding their time until the tower appears.”

“They are no good people, Felicie. There are hundreds of rooms in this inn, over a quarter of them untouched yet by anyone, yet they had to send everyone out for their couple dozen groups.

That already tells you that is not normal. If your people consider us gods to mortals, it means they are willing to give quite the respect, and we also will never take disrespect from you.

It’s a kind of supremacist feeling that not only us but you even feel. That supremacy also exists in us Otherworlders.

They believe that we are superior to each other, even though we all cultivate the same energy.

Those people below prided themselves in their bloodline and their higher place of birth, believing that others are unworthy of staying in the same place as them, and anyone who defies their orders, just like a god to a mortal, must be punished!

Their own punishment is instant death. I think even gods are nicer to their crimes. The words of such type of people can’t be listened to nor do they deserve any respect, not especially mine,” Zeras said with a shrug.

Even if there were a million enemies in this inn, so far they weren’t the ones that built it, and he had once slept in the place before.

Then he would still have entered it and made sure half a million people would die before his own lifeless body touched the ground.

He would rather die than bend! One of the beliefs that was now the root core of his own being. One he had been growing with ever since he had picked up the nine-star manual and began practicing the law of hegemony.

“So they’ll all be stuck outside in the snow until tomorrow?” Felicie asked him.

“If they wish to remain outside until then, then they will.”

“What do you mean, none of them really wish to be outside, do they?”

“Technically, you’re right, but to me, you’re wrong. They are more than the people inside; if they all storm into this place all of them as one, they would be able to chase the people here outside immediately.

But many of them will die, I might even say all of them would. That’s a risk they are all not willing to take, and what is successfully keeping them outside.

They are afraid, just like you always are…” Zeras replied, arresting Felicie’s attention.

“And what’s wrong with being afraid?” She asked with a grumbling expression.

“Not much really. Just the fact that if we had just stayed outside like them, you would have probably frozen to death already and breathed your last just as the sun is showing up. The snow got even worse through the night and didn’t stop falling.

Having been exhausted due to the long work before, your body wouldn’t last much before you collapse. If those people outside were like you, all you would be seeing right now is frozen people.

But they’re cultivators; they could remain there for years and nothing would happen,” Zeras said, shrugging helplessly.

It was really true, and also one of the reasons that had reaffirmed his belief to break through the gate.

It was because he knew Felicie wouldn’t survive long in such a cold atmosphere. She was already exhausted and cold from their journey; it would only get worse if she had to spend the entire night still stuck outside.

He couldn’t allow a person he had recognized to die to something as mundane as cold, due to being stuck outside because some ‘higher-life forms’ who possess three lives instead of one like the rest of them, wished to have an undisturbed dinner…

“Your world. I have always thought the words of Otherworlder would be nothing but amazing.

You can all fly, reduce mountains to rubbles, conjure up storms, change the water from your power, control fire, water, and lightning. You can do all these really cool things.

It would only mean your world itself will be anything but cool, a world where you can go on adventures that can only occur in my dreams.

But that doesn’t seem right at all. I have seen more corpses in here than I have ever since I was born. There were corpses outside the inn early yesterday morning when we went to get something from Mrs. Doublenun. There were three more when we came back. You yourself created two more not too long after that, and now the corpses had increased from the former five of yesterday to a total of ten. You all are so strong and seemingly fantastic, yet some of you are just dying like rats.

And I have watched you and the majority of others.

You all don’t seem to take life as anything at all. You just take it because you have the power to, almost like you don’t value it at all,” Felicie said as Zeras took his attention away from the book and stared at her blankly.

“You know it’s been close to 21 years since my father died, but my uncle never fails to place a flower on his picture every night before he goes to sleep. I’ve never seen him fail to do that, not even once.

That’s how much we cherish life here. Something I doubt ever happens in your world at all.

You all are cold and heartless, not even turning your gaze to look at the corpses at all. Once they die, you forget them, not even turning to look at them.”