Too Many Enemies

Chapter 731: 175. Too Many Enemies

Standing amidst all his enemies.

He felt good.

"When I killed someone for the first time in my life,"

the boy said, as the Sakarya River flowed through lands farther beyond his feet,

"I did not feel fear."

"Perhaps in a more distant future, killing had long become commonplace, with humans eagerly using their hands, clubs, and bullets to slaughter their own kind—but at the moment my forehead pressed against my father's skull, the first murder in human history had only just been committed."

The brown-skinned boy paused for a moment, as if weighing something,

"From that moment onward, the echo of that murder reverberated throughout humanity as a species, giving human souls the concept of murdering their own kind."

"Or perhaps not,"

the boy immediately added. There was little emotion in his dark brown eyes. They gleamed, yet gave the impression that he was always thinking too much, lost in too much confusion.

"Perhaps it was the blood I carved into humanity's lifeline."

He said, smiling involuntarily,

"Because I committed the first act of revenge in human history, and the second murder—I killed the uncle who killed my father."

He raised his hand and looked at both hands, admiring them as though they were stained with the blood of his enemies,

though there was no blood upon them. He had used Psychic Power to trigger his uncle's heart attack and kill him.

"You know, humans always extend themselves through bloodlines, spinning all sorts of strange, absurd, unimaginable stories—I am very curious where the story that belongs to me will extend next."

He blinked, no longer studying his hands. The boy looked into the distance. White clouds drifted above the banks of the Sakarya River, while insect cries and villagers' laughter still echoed