"I... I'm just not used to it..." Clark was rendered speechless by Robet's barrage of questions and answered somewhat stiffly.
Although Clark had to admit that Robet had a point, Robet's actions had been far too ruthless! He didn't seem like a fifteen-year-old boy at all.
First, he had broken Fox and Carlos's limbs, then blasted Fox to death from head to toe. Kind-hearted by nature, Clark found such methods difficult to accept, even though he knew Robet wasn't wrong to kill his enemies.
Faced with Clark's hesitation, Robet didn't respond right away. Instead, he reached toward Carlos's head. A trace of despair flashed through Carlos's eyes, but he was completely powerless to stop Robet.
"Hmm..." Soon, Robet obtained several more scenes that were similar yet somewhat different. "The target is Clark Kent. If he doesn't die, he's destined to become a god? This information is different from what the Fate Weaver transmitted earlier. It was originally suspected to have been forged by Sloan? But after seeing our performance, that suspicion was dispelled?"
With a sudden "Pfft!", Robet acquired new information. He didn't change his mind because of Clark's discomfort and still chose to blast Carlos to death.
To Robet, since Fox, Carlos, and the so-called Brotherhood had dared to assassinate Clark and him—and had even threatened their parents—they had only one possible fate: death.
No one could change that, no matter who they were. Even Jesus couldn't save them. That was what Robet said!
"Robet..." Seeing another life end before his eyes, Clark opened and closed his mouth. He suddenly understood why Robet had said that he had performed well during the school shooting. If Robet acted this way every time, then perhaps not even a complete piece of Okinja's three bodies would have remained by now.
"Clark, I know you're kind, but sometimes, blindly being kind is useless..." Robet didn't explain the information he had seen first. Instead, he looked at Clark and spoke seriously.
"Since they chose to kill us, then it's only natural for me to kill them. They're assassins. They should have been prepared for this!"
"You think my methods are cruel, but have you ever considered whether it was cruel of them to come and kill us without distinguishing right from wrong? I already said it: if we weren't immune to bullets, we'd already be dead. Not to mention that they might have threatened Mom and Dad's lives..."
"Fortunately, you weren't so kind as to stop me from killing them!"
"I know. I'm just not used to you being like this. You're only fifteen..." After remaining silent for a long while, Clark sighed ruefully. "And I can't casually erase other lives the way you can."
"Don't worry. I'm not some bloodthirsty person. My way of doing things is simple: I save the people I like, help those you want me to help, beat those who oppose us, and kill those who threaten our lives. That's all!" Robet said with a smile and a shrug.
"When someone needs saving, I won't drag my feet. When someone needs killing, I won't hesitate. And when it's time to fight, I'll give it everything I have and stay alert until the battle ends. After all, some of my... well, my people often end up in desperate situations because they get too carried away during battle."
"I know you're kind, so from now on, leave ending our enemies' lives to me. I'm a natural-born warrior. I won't feel guilty the way you do!"
"Then next, we need to discuss how to deal with what comes afterward!"
"What comes afterward? Aren't they already dead?" Clark looked at Robet hesitantly. "Are you planning to wipe them all out?"
"What else? Wait for them to send more people? Wait for them to realize we're difficult to deal with and go after Mom and Dad? Didn't you say earlier that you were grateful I helped you make a decision at a critical moment? Now I've decided to eliminate the problem for good!" Robet gave Clark a helpless look and countered, while recounting the brief memories he had read from Fox and Carlos's minds.
"I won't die, and become a god? Why?" Clark stared at Robet in confusion. "They're going to kill me just because that information appeared on a Loom?"
"More accurately, they're killing us. But obviously, I was dragged into this because of you!" Robet shook his head with a serious expression. "Next, you'll have to find the location of their organization. The Loom, a Black man named Sloan... Well, I can share these memory scenes with you. Then we can go ask them ourselves, right?"
"Fine!" A trace of hesitation flashed through Clark's eyes, but he quickly thought of the danger facing the Kents and ultimately nodded. After sharing the memory scenes, he began searching for the locations of Sloan, the Brotherhood, and the Loom.
"Clark Kent... I wonder how their mission is going. There still hasn't been any word back..." At the same time, deep inside the textile mill, Sloan muttered hesitantly, completely unaware of what was happening.
"The Loom said he could become a god, but he looks like nothing more than an ordinary young farmer from a small town. I can't see anything unusual about him. Could it have been mistaken?"
"Found him!" Sloan probably never imagined that the moment he mentioned Clark's name, Clark would happen to lock onto him!
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Robet's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he spoke excitedly. Then he suddenly stopped and frowned at Clark. "No, you can't come with me!"
"Why?" Clark froze when he heard that and looked at Robet in confusion.
"Can you guarantee they won't send other assassins? If we both leave and an assassin comes here, what will happen to Mom and Dad?" Robet explained solemnly.
"So stay home and guide me. You can use Mind Reading to communicate with me telepathically, so if there's anything you want to ask, I can ask them for you. Besides, if you come along and things get too bloody, I'm worried you won't be able to handle it..."
"This..." Clark instinctively looked around. He didn't see anyone suspicious, but Robet's words made sense. He didn't dare gamble on Sloan not sending anyone else after them. If an assassin really came after Martha and Jonathan once they left, Clark would regret it for the rest of his life.
"Fine! Then we'll split up. I'll stay home and guide you, while you deal with those people and find out why I was targeted!" A look of resolve soon flashed through Clark's eyes. "But be careful. If things go wrong and I tell you to retreat, you have to leave!"
"Don't worry! It'll be fine!" Robet waved his hand with a smile, rose into the air, and said with a sharp glint in his eyes, "Just focus on guiding me!"
Soon, Robet disappeared into the sky and headed toward the textile mill under Clark's guidance. The time to hunt had come!
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