Chapter 682: Chapter 683: The Instrument To Make More
Have you ever had that ominous feeling that things were not going well for you? That one intuition that screamed, get away from this place, it’s bad news...
But what if you couldn’t get away? What if you were trapped?
This was how Waton had been feeling ever since he met Damon Grey. He wanted to curse his luck for running into this ominous star.
Right now, Waton was fighting for his life or rather, he had seen his whole life flash before his eyes. One moment he had been sleeping after a hard battle and several near-death experiences, completely exhausted and under immense pressure. He just wanted to rest a little.
The next thing he knew, he was taken hostage by a crazy woman and Damon Grey was daring her to kill him.
He had to swallow his fear and speak up for himself.
"Miss! Miss, I am a prince! I am the son of Kronos of Valtheron... I am not his cub!"
He turned to Damon, his head beading with sweat as he tried to plead for help.
"Damon... Damon, what’s this? Who is she? Tell her... tell her I have nothing to do with whatever this... is!"
There was a thin smile on Damon’s face as he looked up at the chandeliers. This was not the time to go to extremes.
Wendy was still naive unused to the human world and its complexities. From the look of it, she was not blindly aggressive.
’She’s like a mature baby...’
"Ahhh..." Damon sighed as the magic orbs surrounding them zeroed in on him.
"It’s a long story, Waton..."
Damon sighed again. Seeing his unwillingness to speak, Wendy pressed the blade closer to Waton’s neck.
"Wait! Wait, Miss! I am a prince! I can get justice for you... please, let me act as an arbiter!"
She glanced at Damon, who smiled faintly.
"It’s true. He is a prince it’s like a pack leader."
Waton forced a trembling smile as sweat rolled down his neck.
"Talk, dammit... it’s not like I’m dying here!"
Damon almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Truly, the most dire of tragedies, when viewed from afar, were nothing but grand comedies.
"Wendy and I have something of a past... let’s just say there were three infants involved."
Waton felt her grip on him tighten when Damon said that, and his expression grew pale.
"That’s it... I’m dead. I’m going to die because of his love debts..."
He didn’t even realize he had muttered that aloud, which almost made Damon wince but Damon kept his eyes calm and steady.
"You... you left the infants alone...child abandonment... you deadbeat."
Waton imagined Damon must have impregnated this poor woman and abandoned her and the children. Now she was back for revenge, it was only fair.
Damon chuckled, his voice cold.
"Of course not... how can I abandon infants to this cruel world?"
He glanced at the Wendigo. Waton almost let out a sigh of relief.
"I killed them."
His words almost made Waton pass out. The sheer coldness of the statement froze him in place.
"Yo... you killed infa...nts?"
The woman made a low, guttural growl deep in her throat, causing Waton to regain his senses.
"Why?"
Damon sighed.
"For revenge. I mean, she attacked me first."
"Why not kill me... why kill little ones!" she screamed, her voice raw with the pain of a mother who had come to her den only to find her lifeless young.
Damon shrugged his shoulders, stepping closer.
"If I could, I would. A shame really, you were stronger."
Waton blinked, confused. His mind scrambled for clarity.
Damon decided to clear the air.
"Wendy here isn’t a person... or at least, she wasn’t. She used to be a Wendigo, in the outskirts of the Evil Forest. That was where we first met."
Waton felt her hands trembling. He couldn’t see her face, but something warm was dripping onto his shoulder, it wasn’t blood, it was tears.
"This monster somehow lost her monster core and became a beast-kin of unknown variety, thus allowing her to pass the barrier."
"I was as surprised as you, but don’t worry, I’ll kill her."
Damon took another careful step forward.
"Now she wants her revenge. She became a person solely for me... isn’t that right, Wendy?"
He was already close enough. Damon lunged forward and grabbed her bone blade with his hand. The sharp edge sliced into his flesh as he pulled Waton toward him.
However, Wendy growled, letting go of the blade. In a blur, she kicked Waton toward Damon, then lunged on all fours and snatched him again before Damon could react.
He was slow due to his injuries and that had cost him.
She didn’t hesitate claws formed along her fingers as she prepared to bring death to Waton.
His eyes widened in terror. He knew he had to think fast.
Waton used his first-class skill to drastically slow his perception of time, giving him enough awareness to realize he would die in a single strike.
His thoughts converged on one desperate conclusion.
He had to make the most of it.
Pushing his body aside, the claw tore into the left side of his stomach. Gritting his teeth, he held back his scream, fighting through the pain. He had to act, to gamble his life just like Damon would. If he was going to die, he might as well die trying.
"I can bring back your infants!!!"
His scream made both Damon and Wendy freeze mid-motion.
Did he have the power to reverse death? Obviously not.
Waton coughed up blood, turning to look at Damon.
"I can bring back what you lost..."
Wendy grabbed him, her hand trembling. She was ready to crush him, but she still asked, her voice cracking,
"How... you do it?"
Waton smiled weakly, blood spilling from his lips.
"Hehehe..."
He pointed at Damon.
"He can make more... he can make as many as you want..."
Wendy glanced at Damon, confused.
Waton chuckled faintly, pale from blood loss.
"You’re a person now... you have our biology... he has the instrument... to make more... you lost three... he can make as many as... y...y...you want..."
Waton went limp while Damon went pale as Wendy’s wide, trembling eyes turned toward him.
"Make... more... make more..."