Chapter 192 - To Fort Yano (6)

<Author's note: The things (racism, s.e.xism, political views, etc.) depicted or mentioned in this story do not reflect the real world and are purely coincidences. If they do, please keep in mind that they are simply for world-building and are only work of fiction. Thank you for your understanding.>

"Choose right now," Nathan said coldly while wearing a serious expression and holding the [Grade] Long Dagger by its tip.

Zita's eyes were bouncing between the dagger on Nathan's hand and the mutilated, bleeding and semi-conscious Licker impaled to the ground.

Her body trembled and her mind was raced to make a decision.

'This isn't what I want…'

'But mister…'

'This isn't what was supposed to happen…'

'But mister said…'

'This isn't…'

'But…'

Nathan was about to put the dagger away and then activate [Coward's Way] when he noticed Zita's right foot taking a step forward.

Thud…

She took another step.

Thud…

Thud…

With each step she took, Nathan's expression softened bit by bit until she finally reached him and Licker.

Thud…

Her hand trembled as she slowly reached out for the dagger on Nathan's hand.

When her hand fully grasped the dagger's handle, Nathan's lips curled up a bit, forming into a little smile and he let go of the dagger's tip.

Still trembling, Zita stared at the dagger on her hand before slowly turning her sight to Licker who just recovered from Nathan's slap earlier.

When he saw Zita holding a dagger, he immediately begged in Regisian, "Please no! Please don't do it! I'm sorry!"

Nathan got up and went to the side.

"PLEASE NO! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'M VERY SORRY!"

"Just think about it, kid. If our situation was in reverse and we were on the losing side, do you think they will show mercy to us?"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE! WE HAD NO INTENTION OF HURTING YOU BOTH! WE JUST WANTED TO SCARE YOU THAT'S ALL!"

"Pffft…"

Nathan was trying so hard to hold back his laughter because he didn't expect that Licker could actually speak Regisian properly.

"The mere fact that they were willing to hurt us, even hold a knife against your neck and cut you just for encountering them already says a lot."

Zita proceeded to step forward, going to Licker.

"NO PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T BELIEVE HIM!"

When she reached Licker, she crouched down and aimed the dagger at his neck.

"PLEASE NO! I HAVE FAMILY THAT'S DEPENDING ON ME! I HAVE TWO LITTLE SISTERS! IF I'M GONE, NO ONE IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THEM! PLEASE DON'T DO IT!"

Zita hesitated.

Nathan sneered and said, "Kid, don't tell me you're actually going to believe his story?"

"PLEASE BELIEVE ME! I WILL EVEN LET YOU MEET MY SISTERS AND YOU CAN BE FRIENDS WITH THEM! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! Huhu..."

Tears began flowing from Licker's eyes.

"Please have mercy… Huhu…"

"I promise I will never do anything like this again… Huhu…"

"Just let me go back home to my family, please… Huhu…"

Seeing Licker's tears, Zita couldn't help but feel bad.

'He's already so hurt…'

'He's going to die…'

'Why can't we just leave him…?'

"Kid, what are you waiting for? Hurry up already," said Nathan.

Hearing Nathan's voice, her mind quickly tried to make a justifiable reason.

'When mister shot me yesterday, he mentioned that the quickest way to kill your enemy is to cut off their head as a sign of showing mercy…'

'Yes, he's already hurt and he's going to die...'

'Killing him won't make any difference…'

She closed her eyes to calm herself down.

And when she opened them, they were filled with determination and she set her sights on Licker's neck.

Licker noticed the determination in Zita's eyes.

"MYOU MF.U.C.K.I.N.G MLITTLE MBITCH MWHORE! MI MWILL -- Elk!

Suuup!

Zita stabbed the dagger into his neck and began doing a push-pull motion as she pressed it down to cut off the head.

Suuup…

Suuup…

"Elk… Elk…!" Licker tried to wiggle his way out as best as he could while he made choking sounds.

However, he was too weak from his wounds and there was also the sword pinning him down to the ground.

"Umph!" hearing the choking sounds and feeling the bone and flesh against her dagger of a human, an urge to vomit suddenly welled up inside Zita.

Nevertheless, she forcefully stopped herself from vomiting and closed her eyes as she continued to separate Licker's head with the dagger.

Suuup…

"Elk…"

Suuup…

"Elk…"

Suuup…

Clang!

The blade of the dagger touched the asphalt, causing Zita to open her eyes.

Licker's head was finally separated from his body and she was staring blankly at it.

Only God knew what was inside her head.

Clap!

Clap!

Clap!

Nathan was smiling as he was clapping his hands.

"Bravo, kid. Bravo. You're on your way to be a powerful being."

Seeing no reaction from her, he approached her.

And just when he was about to pat her on the head…

"Blergh!!!" Zita suddenly vomited to the side, almost hitting his boots.

Nathan raised an eyebrow.

"Blergh!!!"

He waited until she stopped vomiting.

"Blergh!!!"

And as he was waiting, he started to think about his first time killing a human.

'Hmm… I think the first time was those college kids who tried to assault me…?'

'My memory…'

'All I can remember is that they attacked me first and so I captured them…'

'And at that time, my sole purpose was to use them as guinea pigs for my experiment to learn about the System and the zombie virus, not kill them…'

'Yeah, I had no intention of killing them…'

'I was forced to kill them actually…'

'And when I got back to where I left them, I found them half-dead…'

'The useless trashes tried to commit suicide by burning themselves and only one was left unharmed, a woman…'

'That woman…'

'What was her name again…?'

'Her names eludes me…'

'Or maybe I never asked it…?'

'I really can't remember…'

'Anyways, what I do remember is being pissed so I stabbed them in the head -- just the half-dead ones, of course -- with a sword just in case they were still alive and will get revenge in the future…'

'As for the remaining woman whose name eludes me or maybe I just don't know because I didn't ask, well, I think I let a zombie bit her to know how long does it take for a human to turn into a zombie…'

'Yeah, they were my first victims…'

'Although they attacked me first, at least I was kind enough to kill them for a really good purpose…'

Spit!

Spit!

Zita was done vomiting and was now spitting out the residue of her vomit inside her mouth.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Hey, stop that," Nathan said.

He summoned a face towel and knelt down in front of her before wiping her face and hands with it.

"Zita, you're a growing lady. Always remember that a lady must not only always look and smell good, but also act elegant. Especially in your case, given that you're a Chosen One, you need to always look presentable. So don't ever let anyone see you vomit and spit, okay?"

Zita didn't anything and was just staring at Nathan with a blank face.

"Speaking of looking presentable, you know, I used to know this Chosen One and her name was Rose. If you saw her, you will definitely say wow. She just has this presence, demeanor or aura that when she walks in a room and you see her, even if she wasn't doing anything special or you don't know her, you will instantly know in your gut that she's someone very important and very competent. She was like this… uh… ball of confidence as if nothing can break her or put her down. And as an added bonus, she's also quite beautiful, but that's beside the point."

'Unfortunately, she was a power-hungry stupid bitch who bit more than she can chew…'

"Anyways, my point is, I want you to be like her."

'Wait, I'm not jinxing her for saying this, aren't I? Ah whatever…'

"Be someone that whenever people look at you and without you doing anything, they would immediately know that you're someone very special or superior. So be confident, be presentable, be elegant, be proud of yourself. You are a Chosen One and no one in this world can top that. Remember that."

Zita continued not anything and staring at Nathan with a blank face.

"Sigh… Don't feel about killing trash or lowlifes, kid."

He wiped his hands with the face towel before throwing it away and summoning another one.

He wiped her face once again.

"If it makes you feel better, just know that this is Asia and we Asians have the highest number when it comes to race population. So killing a few Asians, especially trashes like these, is nothing. You really don't have to feel bad about it."

In Nathan's own twisted and biased logic, one of the major problems he believes that's causing poverty in Muwin is overpopulation.

With that, he decided to divide the people into two groups -- smart and dumb.

For the smart ones, they will only have 1 or 2 children on average -- some won't even have children and will instead adopt.

Meanwhile, the dumb ones will have at least 4.

Now, what Nathan could never understand in a million years is why do some people choose to have children when they can't even properly provide for them. They even have the audacity to commit crimes. And when caught, they would blame the economy, the government and other things but never themselves.

And in Muwin's case, although it's a religious country, about 10 years ago, the government is not only offering free education but has also launched family planning programs. The tools or contraceptives are even free. One just needs to go to their local city/town hall and register.

And if "it's" already there, there's the extreme measure -- abortion.

The Muwinian government also tried to implement a two-child policy law. But it never came to pass because the human rights groups in the country went against it and were back by the United Nations (UN).

And every sane non-Caucasian country knows that the last thing they want is to be "saved" by the major UN members such as Regis and Iustia.

So what exactly is the problem here?

What kind of help do these people actually want?

Is there even any point in helping them when they don't even want to help themselves?

This is just one of the biggest mysteries in Muwin that Nathan could never understand.

Nathan again wiped his hands with the face towel before throwing it away.

But this time around, he didn't summon another face towel and instead went to fix her hair.

He didn't untie her ponytail but just combed the strands to the back of her ears.

"So, Zita, don't feel bad about it, okay? Just know that I'm very proud of you because you're on your way to becoming a powerful being just like me."

Poke.

He poked her nose with his finger.

Zita still didn't say anything and continued staring at him with a blank face.

Looking at her facial expression, he squinted his eyes.

'Looks like she's still in a state of shock…'

He glanced at his watch.

11:05 am.

'Well, it's still a little early for lunch but there's no other choice…'

'And oh, I almost forgot. I also need her to take a short nap because she wasn't able to get enough sleep last night…'

Pat.

Pat.

He patted her cheeks and said, "Zita, stop being useless and pull yourself together. Didn't you say you want to become strong? Do you remember what happened back at the helicopter? What about when I filled your body with bullets?"

Some semblance of clarity appeared in Zita's eyes.

"Being strong doesn't mean just having a high level, high stats, powerful skill or spell, and the best equipment. It's also about having a strong mind, the ability to make tough decisions. This isn't a game, a cartoon or a movie where everything is just going to be sunshine and rainbows. This is real life and we're in a zombie apocalypse and we're also in a third-world country. Something bad is going to happen whether you like it or not. And when that time comes, you should be smart and cold enough to do something. I already told you many times that traveling with me is going to be a bloody and dangerous journey, didn't I?"

Zita finally gained full clarity.

"So pull your-f.u.c.k.i.n.g-self together because you're my partner and I don't want to see you die for stupid and low reasons."

"Yes, mister," she said in a serious tone.

Nathan flashed a very warm and kind smile and cupped her right cheek.

For the first time, Zita couldn't help but notice the scent of blood on his gloves.

"Good, good. Just know that I'm very proud of you because of what you've done. It was very brave of you. I can't stress how proud I am of you. And to commemorate this achievement for doing your first kill, let's have a 'fun' meal."

"Okay."

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