Chapter 387: "The Guilt Can Kill"

The Godfather heard Ainsley's sleep talk and couldn't help but frown. 

What is she dreaming about until she's that pale? It can't be that she's still blaming herself for what happened to those villagers? 

Well, Ainsley wasn't dreaming about that anymore but another thing. 

It's about 500 people that she massacred blindly that night. 

"Why are you so vicious? There's no one here as vicious as you!" 

"You're only 3, but your dead body counts are already over the roof. You better be a killer than a mafia." 

"I think you're a psycho. How can you massacre that many people without even thinking twice? What did you think when you killed them?" 

"You're truly an evil child. Blair Aretha is way kinder than you!" 

"Killing that many when she's just 3...maybe she's the reincarnation of the devil." 

"Yeah, yeah. Even the Godfather only killed that many when he's 10." 

"You're horrible. You have no regard for human life. You aren't suited to be a family head!" 

"Yeah, someone like you better die young!" 

"Die!" 

"Die vicious kid!" 

"Die! The world will be much more peaceful without you!" 

These sounds kept ringing inside Ainsley's head, seeping into her consciousness. Even when she's unconscious, these voices and the image of people dying in her hands kept replaying in her head. 

"You deserve to die!" 

"Die, evil kid!" 

Ainsley looked at the bloody people emerging from the darkness and shuddered. 

"N-no, it's you guys fault! You guys killed my people! I-I only avenged my people!" 

"Massacring so many people without feeling guilty at all...a battle maniac. You're a devil!" 

The voices shouted at her, and the bloody figures kept advancing. 

Ainsley retreated once more as she looked around her with a pale face. 

"What do you mean I don't feel guilty? I do feel guilty! That's why I kill you guys off quickly, and that's all because of your bad luck. I have never killed you guys directly!" 

"The demonic kid." 

"Demon." 

"Evil." 

"Villainess." 

The voices ignored Ainsley's shout, and the bloody figure of all the people that the baby had killed slowly advanced. Some bloody hands even popped out under the baby's feet and pulled her down. 

"You deserve to go to hell!" 

"You evil child!" 

"No– I'm not! I'm not!" Tears started to gather in the baby's eyes as she looked at all the bloody figures representing the number of people who died because of her skill. 

When she saw that there were so many that they formed a dense sea, the baby shuddered. 

Ainsley started to waver. 

T-this can't be. I...I didn't remember much...b-but I shouldn't have killed that many, right? My energy won't be enough for that, right? 

W-where do I get so many crystals and potions to recharge my energy? This must be a lie. It must be a trick. 

I...I never massacred so many people! I'm not a demon! 

...right? 

Tears slowly trickled down Ainsley's face as her real body also started to shed tears. 

"Uh...uh...I...am...not a demon…" 

"I...am not…" 

The Godfather had been listening to the baby's sleep talk, and he finally guessed what's going on. 

The Lil lass should be having a nightmare over her first massacre? 

The Godfather tilted his head as he looked at Ainsley. The baby subconsciously gripped her blanket and pulled it up, trying to cover her face. 

She's clearly in deep agony. 

'Aish...this is always the problem with the first killing experience…' 

The Godfather sighed as he recalled his younger days when he first did his large-scale massacre. 

After the killings, he also couldn't sleep for weeks and had nightmares for months. 

At that moment, how he wished that someone would tell him that he's not a demon. He's not a psycho, and he didn't kill for fun. 

He fcking killed those who tried to harm himself or those close to him! 

Should he let them go easily and bring more trouble to himself then? He would not. That's how he started his first massacre ever. 

It was one vs many, just like what Ainsley experienced. 

But the baby was still 3 when it happened and he was already 10 years old. And his soul was already 30 back then, so yeah…

Even then, he also had difficulties eating and sleeping…

What about this baby? She might be a chuuni in her past life, and that showed in her actions, but she's still kind-hearted. 

For her to massacre so many people in one go...the guilt might kill her. She might go crazy or something…

The thoughts scared the Godfather so much that he instantly turned to find Zev. 

[Lil bastard! Oy! Do you have any items to repel nightmares or to erase memories?!] 

The young spirit ran around the bedroom trying to find Zev and the little toddler just popped out under Ainsley's blanket. 

[Hwummm...nightmare repellant and a potion to erase memories? I do have them...ah wait.] The toddler jolted awake and glared at the Godfather. 

[Why would you need it?! You're not even my host anymore!] 

[It's not for this lord, you idiot. It's for the Lil lass!] The Godfather hit Zev's head and harrumphed. 

[Ouch! Fck you Dave– huh? For Ain?] Zev rubbed his head and suddenly tilted his head. He then looked at Ainsley and was enlightened. 

[Ah, so it's like that. My host is experiencing the trauma after her first massacre?] 

[Something like that. Can you help her?] 

The Godfather tried to act cool and calm, but when he's flying around like a bee, even Zev was speechless. 

Godfather...why are you the one panicking? 

Zev shook his head and sighed. 

[How about I just send your consciousness into Ain's mind once more?] 

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