Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 220: Sixty-five Rest in peace
Chapter 220: Sixty-five Rest in peace
The rain grew heavier, its pounding noise easily drowning out the ticking of the pocket watch.
Ina stood at the bridgehead, gazing silently for a long time at the lake below, agitated under the torrential rain.
Much time had passed since the appointed hour with Gerard.
But he had never shown up.
Leaving Ina alone, standing there just like that night ten years ago when they’d set off for the Polluted Land on a sudden departure.
“Father… why?”
Ina whispered softly.
“Why leave me alone again?”
She lifted her head, letting the rain pelt her cheeks; in the night sky cluttered with dark clouds where the moon couldn’t be seen, she recalled another’s face.
“…Brother.”
…
Rip!
The Chainsaw Sword struggled to split the corpse before it in two.
Its operation was now far from smooth; too much flesh and small bones jammed between the teeth had dulled its once-sharp edge, turning it into a “blunt knife.”
Just like Gerard at the moment.
Splat!
Gerard kept retreating, pulling a shard of bone from his shoulder and snapping it off, but it was no use as the broken bone quickly regenerated.
“Your movements are getting slower, Father,” Yong Xin’s voice echoed from all around, “You really have aged. Ten years ago, you wouldn’t have been this distressed.”
Gerard lifted his head, watching Yong Xin’s body come together not far away.
It looked like dandelion fluffs returning to their stem, which could have been somewhat beautiful if the things whirling around weren’t flesh and blood.
“Actually, I’ve been wondering,” Yong Xin began leisurely, “Father, why must we fight to the death? The new world is vast enough for both you and me.”
Gerard looked at Yong Xin coldly but said nothing.
“And why am I not considered your son?” Yong Xin continued, “Why must you view me as the enemy? I’m not a monster; I’m just another personality of Ian, I could also call myself Ian. No, I am Ian. I was born in his body, I have all his memories, I know what you like, what you detest, and I also have feelings for you…”
Yong Xin pointed to his chest as he spoke.
“Yes, right here, naturally present from the moment I was born, that’s the best proof, isn’t it, Father?”
Yong Xin extended his hand to Gerard once again.
But Gerard just silently shook off the blood and bone from the Chainsaw Sword, trying to get it running again.
“It seems that’s your answer,” Yong Xin sighed and withdrew his hand, then added faintly, “Why must it be like this? Have you ever thought about it—once a person dies, they have nothing left. Even that which you most desire—the truth—will be completely buried with your death. You will die as the last member of Night Star, unable to clear their name. Even the things you are doing now before you die will deepen people’s disdain and fear. A hundred years from now, you’ll be labeled worse than the Rebels… Doesn’t that concern you?”
Splash.
The last small bone was cleared out.
The Chainsaw Sword, after a brief shudder, slowly regained power, though it was far from its former self.
Yong Xin, of course, wasn’t afraid of such a weapon.
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More than the rusty Chainsaw Sword, or Gerard’s simple gear barely functioning in “Overload” mode, Yong Xin was wary of Gerard’s left eye and left middle finger.
More accurately, they were Visas’s left eye and left middle finger.
From a certain perspective, Yong Xin himself was created by “Domination,” thus, he was acutely aware of how powerful Visas’s abilities really were.
If it weren’t for that eye and finger, Yong Xin wouldn’t have bothered to talk this much with Gerard.
Yet Gerard never used Visas’s power, merely fending off Yong Xin’s attacks, leaving Yong Xin at a loss as to what Gerard was really thinking.
Even now, as Gerard was covered in injuries, there was still no sign of action.
All this made Yong Xin wonder if he was mistaken, perhaps Gerard never received Visas’s eye, since all he had was information about a Priest named Ulu who killed the Archbishop from Rhein and vanished, with Visas’s left eye, too, gone missing.
Combining this with the changes in Gerard since returning from Rhein, Yong Xin concluded that Gerard had found that missing eye, which allowed him to see so much more.
But Gerard still hadn’t used it.
Could it be he didn’t have the eye and what happened before was just a coincidence?
…No, impossible, absolutely impossible.
The thought had barely crossed Yong Xin’s mind when it was vehemently dismissed.
After all, Terrell’s peculiar death and the lingering echoes over his corpse, along with the several times Yong Xin’s own body nearly disintegrated, all attested to one fact.
The eye was real.
“Do you fear death?”
After a long silence, Gerard suddenly spoke, catching Yong Xin off guard, as he had thought Gerard would remain silent unto death.
“Do you think I fear death?” Yong Xin replied with a smile, “I was born from the Polluted Land, which for you is a death zone, right? But for me, it’s…”
