Chapter 748: Act.04 [Victim·Sacrifice]
Foreword:
A hungry stomach has no ears.
-- François Rabelais
[Part ① · Overly Flexible Survival Strategy]
Fay Florosaline wasn't surprised by the Patriarch's sliding surrender at all—
—Because that's just the kind of person he was.
From ancient times to the present, this insatiable parasite had inherited not only the capitalist principle of profit maximization but also the weakness of the bourgeoisie.
For a moment, Fay even felt that the Patriarch's timely kneeling, timely cries for help, and timely begging for mercy were, in themselves, outstanding survival qualities.
Few people in this world could change their faces at light speed, abandon ridiculous dignity, disregard honor and shame, and go back on their word—even though Judas had just said that the most terrifying emotion was "shame." By that logic, Billy Horn was stronger at this moment. He could appease the instrument of violence with a clear conscience, please it, and continue to exploit it.
There's an old Chinese saying: "He who can bend and stretch is a true man"—
—Judas had taken the essence, and even the dregs, to survive.
He clung to Billy Horn's leg, discarding all the dignity and bearing of a Patriarch. He squeezed a few drops of fake tears from his contorted features. Perhaps they weren't fake—they were real.
He was terrified and absolutely did not want to be swallowed by the Blood Hawk.
Even though the Heaven-given could resurrect him, how could another self from a parallel universe be considered the true self?!
It was merely a substitute, an automaton, a puppet created to fulfill a contract, a trading partner chosen by Goddess Aio.
Who filled Dagda's Cauldron was unimportant; what mattered was that Dagda's Cauldron must be filled.
"Hero! Save me! Save me! Save me!" Judas's eyes were glazed with