The Scribe also showed a hint of doubt on his face, as if he was very interested in what he was talking about.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between Number Five and the Scribe was reduced to two meters.
"Go to hell!"
"Whoosh!"
With a roar from Number Five, the Scribe also drew his Nichirin Blade and slashed at the opponent's head.
Number Five, who thought he was going to succeed, had no time to react before his neck was severed.
The enormous head rolled several times on the ground, splattering large amounts of blood onto the floor, and a stench filled the air.
"How... how did you know!"
The head, which had lost its body, was not dead; instead, it looked at the Scribe with shock.
"Who are you, brain food? Your rehearsal skills are lacking."
"So you already knew."
"It's because your acting is terrible."
Scribe glanced at the head staring at him, gave a cold smile, and raised his Nichirin Blade.
"I have no interest in, and I have no time to, chatting with you, so go to hell."
The next second, a flash of light appeared, and the parasitized head was sliced into pieces.
After killing him, the Scribe did not leave immediately. Instead, he used the tip of his knife to pick at the pieces of flesh at his feet.
"It doesn't look like one of those numbered clones of the brain food."
The brain food in Gatekeeper Number Five's brain wasn't very large, and the tentacles weren't as many as the clones he knew.
It feels more like a secondary clone that was further differentiated from the numbered clone.
"Have all those outsiders in the Shinri Family been parasitized by Brain Food?"
With these doubts and concerns, the Scribe continued walking inside.
Soon, he met the next person.
Perhaps, the next person to be parasitized.
Similar to the Gatekeeper Number Five from before, except that the opponent is stronger and more agile.
After killing him again, the Scribe found similar remains inside his skull.
Advance, discover, kill, inspect.
Within a few tens of minutes, the Scribe encountered dozens of waves of parasitized humans.
Although no one could effectively harm him, the bad premonition in his heart grew stronger.
Whenever he encounters a new parasite, it is always stronger than the previous one.
From the initial robust ordinary humans to elites with certain combat skills.
The last few parasites even enhanced their physical bodies, possessing the strength of a swordsman who had just learned Breathing Technique.
This inexplicable sense of unease made Scribe feel as if she were playing a game, conquering one boss after another.
He always felt that Brain Food did this for a certain purpose.
After dealing with the last parasite, the Scribe finally arrived at a room.
The last time, it was here that Shinri Keito had his conversation with him.
This time, he could clearly sense the presence of living people on the other side of the door.
It's not a ghost, nor a parasite, just a pure human!
And the other party seemed to be waiting for him to go in.
"Then let me see what you're up to."
With a cold laugh, Scribe then pushed open the door and went inside.
Similar to my last visit, the room's decor hasn't changed much.
The figure sitting on the sofa immediately caught Scribe's attention.
"I never expected to see you here."
"Welcome, Mister Scribe."
The figure shifted slightly, turned around, and wore a complex expression.
'I don't need your welcome, Shinri Ichijou.'
Chapter 547 Suicide
Shinri Ichijou and bloodshot eyes, as if he hasn't slept for many days.
His clothes were tattered and smelled foul.
The room was filled with a strong fragrance, but it couldn't mask the unpleasant smell.
"We had a great time chatting last time we met, but now it's turned out like this."
"It seems you already know a lot."
"The chieftain told us everything."
Upon hearing this, the Scribe showed a hint of surprise.
He never expected that Shinri Keito would tell the other Shenli people about his plan.
"Would you like to hear it?"
After glancing at the Scribe, Shinri Ichijou pointed to the person opposite him.
"Please sit down."
"Two minutes."
With a cold snort, Scribe then sat down on the sofa opposite Yi Jing.
"Actually, the clan leader was also doing it for the sake of the entire clan."
After sighing, Yijing recounted what had happened that day.
Since Shinri Keito sold off a large amount of family assets, some respected older members of the family have been dissatisfied with this.
Many of them were Huiren's peers, or even older.
Upon learning of this, Huiren invited them to a secret mission.
After that night, the voices of resistance in the Shinri Family diminished to almost nothing.
One night, Hui gathered the remaining members of his tribe together and told them about the existence of demons.
"I will lead my entire clan toward evolution, and from now on, the Shinri Family will become the first family among the demons!"
"We will occupy this land and move towards a wider new territory!"
"From now on, the whole world belongs to the Shinri Family!"
Upon hearing the news, many members of the tribe did not show joy or cheers.
Many more people were shocked and panicked.
They find it hard to accept that they are transforming into another race, and that they will have to feed on humans from now on.
Huiren had anticipated the opposition, so he raised a question.
Why can't we accept it?
They could become a more noble and powerful race by paying only a small price.
By then, every member of the Shinri Family —no, every ghost—will be a nobleman of the world.
Humans were no longer their fellow human beings, but merely food and slaves.
If that's the case, why should we care?
At this point, even the opponents began to hesitate.
To further win over these people, Huiren even had a real person appear in person.
Ultimately, driven by their desire to take things further, they chose to accept.
Only a portion of the tribe could not accept becoming demons, and were eventually imprisoned by Huiren.
That's all I know.
After she finished speaking, Yi Jing looked at Scribe and observed the changes in his expression.
"So, what are you trying to say?"
Scribe glanced at Yi Jing and said calmly.
"Do you mean you want me to rescue your people?"
"I..."
Her face stiffened, her thoughts revealed, and she even stammered.
"Please, Mister Scribe, I know you have the ability!"
She stood up and bowed deeply to the Scribe.
"The chief once said that you are our number one enemy on the path of evolution, so I believe you have the strength to do so."
"I refuse."
Without the slightest hesitation, the Scribe directly rejected Yi Jing's plea.
"Why, why? The Light People and the others are all innocent!"
Upon hearing that Scribe had rejected her, Yi Jing's face was filled with surprise and unease.
Faced with his demonized clansmen, his own fighting strength was like a drop of water in the ocean, utterly powerless to resist.
Aside from seeking help from the Scribe, he didn't know who else he could turn to for help.
"I have no obligation to save them."
"But they didn't choose to become ghosts!"
"Then let me ask you, did any of them speak out for the dead civilians, or protest the injustice?!"
With a forceful slam on the table, Scribe stared wide-eyed at Yijing.
"They shouldn't have died, but does that mean everyone else should have died?!"
"Them..."
Her lips trembled, and she seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she didn't utter a word.
I felt as if all my strength had left me, and I collapsed onto the sofa.
"I won't kill them because they didn't choose to become ghosts, but they can't possibly get my help either."
Standing up, Scribe looked at Yi Jing with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
The word "innocent" alone is not enough to justify saving anyone.
If you want to survive, you have to risk your life!
Those who plead for rescue will eventually lose their lives.
"You're right."
With a wry smile, Yi Jing seemed to have resigned herself to her fate.
"The lives of Guangren and the others should be fought for by themselves."
As he spoke, he pulled out a short knife from somewhere.
"You want to commit suicide?"
Frowning, Scribe felt a deep disgust for Yi Jing's cowardly behavior.
"I have lost the courage to fight."