Chapter 345: Pride Spirit

Chapter 345: Pride Spirit

Gao Yang pushed Gao Xinxin to the ground. It was the first time in his life that he’d ever been so rough with his sister.

It was an act of survival instinct, and it was thanks to his quick reaction that he avoided death.

He staggered two steps back, covering his abdomen with his right hand. Blood dyed his shirt red and leaked from between his fingers, dripping down to the ground.

Gao Xinxin had a small and sharp silver dagger in her hand. She slowly rose to her feet, looking at Gao Yang with a numb expression on her face.

If Gao Yang hadn’t pushed her away in time, the dagger would’ve gone in deeper.

“...Why?”

Gao Yang was shocked and confused, but he didn’t sit around and do nothing. While asking the question, he had taken out the Medicine C he carried with him and given himself a shot in the side with his right hand.

With the medicine administered, his pain quickly subsided, and the bleeding stopped. The wound gradually healed.

Gao Yang cast away the empty syringe and took two steps back, keeping a safe distance from his sister while concentrating energy in his hands.

Although his body had gotten ready for a fight, he hadn’t reconciled with what was happening emotionally.

His sister’s monsterhood had awakened, and she was turning against him.

“Why, sis?” Gao Yang asked again, his voice broken and his gaze anguished.

Gao Xinxin didn’t say anything. Face impassive, she stared at Gao Yang with dim eyes like she was transfixed.

Gao Yang’s heart pounded. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Wait, something’s not right

This wasn’t his sister with her monsterhood awakened. Besides, the Crimson Tide hadn’t arrived yet. Even if his sister was an elite monster, it wasn’t time for her to awaken yet.

Gao Yang calmed himself down and concentrated on his six senses.

Finally, he got a good look at the almost transparent lump of energy floating behind Gao Xinxin. It was humanoid, like a spirit haunting her.

“Who are you?” Gao Yang called out loudly. “What are you doing to my sister?”

“You’re quick,” Gao Xinxin said, monotone like a robot. “You caught me.”

“I’m asking again, who are you?!” Gao Yang’s eyes blazed with killing intent. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt Gao Xinxin.

“The name’s Fu. According to human convention, you may call me Sir Fu,” Gao Xinxin continued to drone.

Sir Fu?!

Gao Yang was immediately reminded of Sir Jiang and Sir Zuo.

“You’re a pride monster.”

“Yes. I’m what you call an observer.”

“No, observers don’t hurt humans.”

Two seconds later, Gao Xinxin’s body went limp, and the dagger fell from her hand. White Dew caught her and wrapped a hand around her frail neck.

It was meant as a warning for Gao Yang: White Dew could easily break Gao Xinxin’s neck. He would be wise to not do anything funny.

Gao Yang didn’t move at all, and he didn’t intend to.

A few seconds later, an old man in patient garb of blue and white stripes slowly walked out of the tower.

He was so thin that it looked like his skin was hanging off his bones, and his complexion was deathly gray, his skin covered in age spots. His hair had almost all fallen off. He looked terminally ill.

“Hoho, surprised?” Sir Fu looked at Gao Yang, his hoarse voice sounded more like a hiss. “I’m a pride monster, but I’m also a late-stage cancer patient.”

Gao Yang didn’t say anything, and his expression remained unchanged. He had lost interest in everything after deciding to be Fresh Snow’s food.

Nothing mattered anymore, not the Mist World, pride monsters, life monsters, death monsters, or Gates of Closure.

In the end, what he wanted most was for his loved ones to be safe and sound.

For that, he could give up anything and everything, including his life.

The world may be fake, but love is real.

And with love, his life wouldn’t be in vain.

Ha, at the end of the day, we’re not so different, Officer Huang.

“We’ve lived for a long, long time, having one foot in the coffin.” Sir Fu took Fresh Snow from White Dew, his movement deliberate.

Then he sat down on the ground cross-legged.

“We’ve been watching you, thinking and looking for answers. However, our wisdom has limits, and so does our time. It is time to turn in our answer sheet.”

“I hope that my answer is the right one.”

He stopped speaking. His head suddenly dropped, and his eyes became all muddled white.

At the same time, the white cat in his arms opened its eyes, the emerald green looking possessed.

Fresh Snow was now under the control of Sir Fu’s Pride Spirit.

Meow.

Fresh Snow’s white fur began to expand and extend in all directions before melting into white smoke, enveloping her form.

About ten seconds later, a young girl with skin as fair as jade and flawless purity stood in the smoke, her petite, delicate body slightly obscured.

Flap.

White Dew threw her a large cape with one hand. Fresh Snow caught it and covered herself before the smoke dispersed.

Her emerald eyes had turned crimson, but the dazed look remained. Behind her was the spirit of Sir Fu, in energy form.

She slowly walked up to Gao Yang and said in an emotionless yet ethereal voice, “I’m going to eat you, Gao Yang. Are you ready?”