Chapter 700 - A Terrible End

A/n: Play ** Unravel - Tokyo Ghoul OP [Piano] while reading this

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Gunan suddenly remembered the old man whom he sent off with a complicated heart. Wasn't the situation like this? 

He had returned the old man's sincerity with a cruel smile and a slap of truth.

Now the heavens were asking him to pay!

"Ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha!" 

It was so laughable!

The Gunan who climbed from the lowest slums to the chairman of the Guan Empire was reduced to something like this!

He continued to laugh maniacally, not realizing that he was also crying at the same time.

Wasn't fate too funny?

He had done things that were inhumane. He killed people. A lot of them. 

He even tainted a kind man.

He had done many sins yet the heaven who was said to be fair only punished him with a stab and gunshot?

Won't those who had died scream and rise from their graves?

Gunan laughed like crazy.

The man holding the gun just tilted his head. 

"What the f***k? Have you finally gone insane? Laughing and crying at the same time.."

Not hearing anything, Gunan continued to laugh madly.

"Boring." 

Ping!

Drop.

A gun wound appeared in Gunan's leg. Gunan staggered and almost kneeled.

But he continued to laugh. 

"Ha. I prefer it with knives, you know. I first cut their fingers. I always use my favorite knife to dig into their flesh. Little by little..." 

Ping.

Blood splattered in Gunan's sleeves.

"Sorry. I am not a fan of knife play. I enjoy killing people with guns," the spy coldly said.

Gunan grinned, showing his teeth. Sweat plastered the brown locks of hair on his forehead. Unbeknownst to him, his contact lenses had slipped down with his tears, showing the unique l.u.s.ter of gold.

Gunan dazedly recounted his twisted hobby. "Sometimes, I enjoy skinning people too. The sound of their cries while I scr.a.p.e their skin little by little is so satisfying--"

Gunan's other leg was shot. 

He involuntarily kneeled. His face was deathly pale. Blood was draining from him fast.

"And then, I will dig out some of their flesh and let them see their own red meat with their own eyes. Heh. That's where they usually faint--"

Ping!

The man's face was disgusted. "Gross. Who enjoys that? This is why none of us liked you, sickhead. You are really a psycho… Eh? Not talking anymore?"

Gunan had fallen on the ground in his own pool of blood. There was another hole on his c.h.e.s.t.

His head pressed sideways on the ground. 

He was still alive, but he felt dizzy from the loss of blood, the corners of his vision were turning black and white. He could not speak as blood started to come up from his lungs and throat.

Gunan chuckled, but only a gurgle came out. 

In his final moments, the only thing that came out of his mouth was those wicked 'hobbies' of his.

He was truly terrible, wasn't he?

A terrible person must die a terrible death.

His mind recalled a certain tall man's back.

Then, what would happen to you?

Ping.

Boom! 

A large bolt of lightning descended beside the police station amidst the heavy rain, followed by an extremely loud clap of thunder, that even the sound of it reached the bas.e.m.e.nt.

....

...Nan…

A young boy opened his eyes. His eyes had specks of gold that shone brilliantly. They blinked confusedly, his long lashes were wet with tears. There were still fresh streaks of tears on his face. 

He mindlessly wiped it.

"You are awake. Eh? Are you crying?" A boy with dark hair and dark eyes looked concernedly at him. 

"Lu Jin?"

"Mhm. Why are you crying? I thought you're excited to ride the airplane?"

The young Gunan looked dazedly at the window. 

There was an endless sea of clouds as far as his eyes could see. The sun was slowly rising from the sea of clouds. The fluffy sea of clouds was a mix of violet and orange hues. 

It was the first time that Gunan saw such beautiful scenery. 

He should be happy, but for some reason, his heart felt heavy and painful.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of heights?"

Gunan shook his head. He clutched his c.h.e.s.t. 

"I had a terrible dream."

"A dream?"

"Yes. It felt so real."

"What is it? Are there monsters in your dream?"

"Yes. There's this guy with golden eyes like mine. He is really bad. He tortures people without blinking. He destroyed people's lives like it's nothing. He even bullied a girl. He hit her when he was angry, and he… he forced himself on her..." His voice trembled.

"That 'he' you are talking about. Is that the monster?"

"Yes. He is really scary."

The young Lu Jin leaned closer to his face and looked at him worriedly. He then held his small hand.

"In your dream, is there also a person with dark hair and dark eyes like mine?"

"Yes." The young Gunan nodded.

"Then what did he do? Are they together?"

"Yes...? I think so?"

The young Lu Jin smiled. 

"Then it's okay. It's definitely only a nightmare. If that person is by the monster's side, those things won't happen! And even if it does, you just have to trust the black-haired man. He will stop the monster and help him, okay? The man never gave up on the monster until the monster died, didn't he? Just leave everything to him and rest well."

Gunan looked up at the young Lu Jin. He suddenly felt at ease with his words. 

Rest well...and leave everything to the black-haired man.

Yeah, he was definitely tired after that dream.

He smiled and snuggled his head with Lu Jin.

But...

"But how do you know that the monster died...?"

The young Lu Jin just held his hand and smiled sadly at him. His eyes looked sorrowful.

The young Gunan tightly held his hand back, unwilling to let go.

"Kids, are you doing fine there?" A handsome and tall man appeared behind them. 

He wore the warmest smile that the young Gunan had ever seen in the man's face. It doesn't felt terrible or fake anymore, but rather, it was warm like he wanted to.

"Father!" Both kids called out to the newly arrived man and hugged him.

...

Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. The rain raged on strongly.

In the dimly lit bas.e.m.e.nt, the man dialed on his phone.

After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Have you cleaned up?" A cold voice sounded from the phone.

The man was holding the silencer with one hand while the other held his phone. 

He smiled and looked down on his masterpiece. 

There were two bloody holes on the lowly slave's head.

"Yes. All cleaned up, 'father'. "

"Good job."

Toot.

The man smiled happily. He retreated from the room and soon came back with the things he prepared. 

He spread a special kind of oil all over the place. More was poured on Gunan's body.

He lit his cigarette and went to the doorway. After smoking for a while, he threw the lit cigarette into the room. The fire instantly spread and swallowed the entire room.

The man hummed a song as he walked in the hallway. 

The dead monitoring lenses reflected his blurry figure in the smoke.

Thunder boomed once again.

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