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Chapter 584: The Boy Is The Fruit

“Don’t you see?” The head doctor’s eyes were blazing with fervor. “That fruit isn’t just food. It’s power! Pure, concentrated power!”

“And if we keep eating it—if we eat enough of it—we might even become Blessed ourselves!”

The word hung in the air like a curse.

Blessed.

The ultimate aspiration of every mortal who had ever lived.

To be Blessed was to be elevated above the common masses.

To wield powers that defied the laws of nature.

To be respected and admired and feared wherever you went.

It was the dream that every child harbored and every adult secretly nursed, even when they knew it would never come true.

But these adults, these corrupt, greedy, worthless adults had found a shortcut. Or so they believed.

“Get out of the way, little girl!” The doctor said. “We don’t want to hurt you. We just want the boy to do his job.”

“He’s not your slave! He’s not your—”

“Enough!”

The doctor lunged forward, and Anya knew with absolute certainty that they were going to take Mika.

They were going to drag him back to that horrible fissure and force him to keep going until there was nothing left of him.

She couldn’t let that happen.

Her hand went to the small pouch at her waist, the one where she had stored the finely ground powder from the paint stones for situations like this.

She grabbed onto a fistful of powder and hurled its contents into the faces of the approaching adults.

“AUGH! MY EYES!”

“I CAN’T SEE!”

“THAT LITTLE BITCH!”

The adults staggered backward, clawing at their faces, temporarily blinded by the cloud of irritant powder.

Anya didn’t waste the opportunity. She grabbed Mika, he was so light, so terribly light and ran.

“GET HER!”

“DON’T LET HER ESCAPE!”

“AFTER THEM!”

She could hear them behind her, their footsteps heavy and furious on the stone floor.

A rock whistled past her ear and shattered against the wall.

Another struck her shoulder, making her stumble.

But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.

She pulled Mika through the narrow opening where the fruit was supposed to be, scraping her elbows and knees against the stone.

They emerged into the smaller cave where Mika had performed his gruesome ritual hundreds of times.

Anya lowered Mika to the ground and pressed her back against the wall, gasping for breath.

“It’s okay.” She whispered, more to herself than to Mika. “It’s okay. We’re safe now. They can’t get through the fissure. They’re too big. We’re safe.”

But even as the words left her mouth, she heard it.

Boom! Crack! Boom!

A cracking sound. The sound of stone breaking.

She scrambled to the fissure and peered through.

And what she saw made her blood run cold.

The adults were smashing the walls!

They were using their enhanced strength to widen the opening. Chunks of rock flew in all directions as they pounded at the stone with their bare fists, their faces twisted with manic determination.

They were making the hole bigger.

They were coming in.

“No.” Anya breathed. “No, no, no…”

She grabbed Mika again and dragged him deeper into the cave.

She searched for another exit, another fissure, another hiding place.

But there was nothing. The cave was a dead end.

The only way out was the way they had come, and that was being demolished by the very monsters they were trying to escape.

There was nowhere to hide!

BOOM!

With a final, thunderous crash, the wall gave way.

The adults poured through the newly widened opening, their eyes scanning the cave with hungry, predatory intensity.

They saw the barren walls, the empty stone platform, the complete absence of any fruit or bat or vine.

And their expressions shifted from hunger to confusion to fury.

“What is this?” The head doctor demanded. “Where’s the fruit? Where’s the bat?!”

“There’s nothing here!” One of the nurses cried. “The boy tricked us!”

“That’s impossible. We ate the fruit. We felt its effects. It has to be here somewhere.”

“Maybe he hid it. Maybe—”

Their gazes turned toward Anya. Toward Mika.

“The boy.” The fat administrator said, his eyes narrowing. “He’s been lying to us. There was never any fruit. There was never any bat.”

“He’s been tricking us this whole time!”

“But then what have we been eating?” the nurse asked. “What has he been giving us?”

“It doesn’t matter.” THE main doctor said. His voice had gone very quiet, very dangerous. “We’ll get the answers out of him. One way or another.”

They started forward.

And Anya, her heart pounding in her chest, stepped in front of Mika.

“Don’t.” She slowly said. “Don’t you dare come near him.”

“Get out of the way, girl!”

“No.”

She didn’t have a plan. She didn’t have a weapon.

She didn’t have anything except her own two hands and the desperate, burning need to protect the boy who had sacrificed everything for her.

But it would have to be enough.

“Mika.” She whispered, not taking her eyes off the approaching adults. “You protected me long enough. Now it’s my turn.”

She kissed his forehead and turned to face the enemy.

—

What followed was the longest hour of Anya’s life.

She fought like a demon.

Every scrap of training the Maiden of War had given her came rushing back.

Every lesson in hand-to-hand combat, every drill in evasion and counterattack, every technique for using an opponent’s size against them was used to her advantage.

She was smaller than the adults. Weaker than them, even with the enhancement Mika’s flesh had given her.

But she was faster. Smarter. More skilled.

She jumped onto the nearest nurse and smashed her fists into the woman’s face over and over until the nurse screamed and threw her off.

She pulled out a crystal she had sharpened into a knife and stabbed it into the back of an attendant who was trying to flank her.

She dodged and weaved and struck and retreated, using the terrain to her advantage, leading the adults on a desperate chase through the cavern.

“GET HER!”

“She’s just a child! How is she doing this?!”

“Surround her! Don’t let her escape!”

But Anya wouldn’t let herself be surrounded.

She was everywhere and nowhere, a whirlwind of fury and desperation, fighting with everything she had and everything she was.

Blood streamed from a gash on her forehead.

Her left arm hung at an awkward angle—dislocated, probably broken.

Her ribs screamed with every breath.

But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.

For an hour, she kept them away from Mika.

But she was still just a child. And there were so many of them.

A fist caught her in the stomach, the fat nurse, the one who had stolen her mattress, putting all her enhanced strength behind the blow.

“Ohhh—!”

Anya doubled over, gasping, and before she could recover, two more nurses grabbed her arms and pinned her in place.

“Got her!”

“Hold her tight! Don’t let her squirm away!”

“Stupid little brat. Thought she could take all of us on her own?!”

Anya struggled against their grip, but it was no use. Her body was broken. Her strength was gone.

All she could do was watch as the main doctor, his face twisted into a mask of cruel satisfaction, turned away from her and walked toward Mika.

“No.” Anya whimpered. “No, please! Leave him alone! Please—”

The doctor ignored her. He crouched down beside Mika’s crumpled form and slapped his face.

“Wake up, boy. Wake up.”

Mika didn’t respond. His eyes remained closed. His breathing remained shallow.

“I said wake up!” The doctor slapped him again, harder this time.

Then, when Mika still didn’t stir, he picked up a rock from the ground and brought it crashing down against Mika’s skull.

THWACK!

The sound was horrible. Wet and heavy and final.

“MIKA!” Anya screamed, thrashing against her captors. “MIKA, NO! STOP IT! PLEASE STOP!”

The doctor hit him again.

THWACK!

And again.

THWACK!

Mika groaned, a small, pained sound that was somehow worse than silence and his eyes fluttered open.

But they were unfocused. Distant. He was barely conscious, barely aware of what was happening to him.

“Where is the fruit?” The doctor demanded. “Where is the Titan Berry!? Tell me, and maybe I’ll let you live.”

Mika didn’t answer. His gaze drifted past the doctor, past the other adults, searching for something. Searching for someone.

It found Anya.

She was still struggling against the nurses who held her. Still screaming. Still crying.

Their eyes met across the cavern, and even now, even broken and bleeding and barely clinging to life Mika tried to smile at her.

Tried to reassure her. Tried to tell her, without words, that everything would be okay.

“Don’t ignore me!” The doctor grabbed Mika’s hair and slammed his head against the stone floor. “I asked you a question! Where is the fruit?!”

“HE DOESN’T KNOW!” Anya screamed. “THERE IS NO FRUIT! THERE WAS NEVER ANY FRUIT! IT WAS ALWAYS—”

“Wait.”

The voice came from the fat administrator. He had been standing off to the side, watching the interrogation with a strange expression on his face.

Now he stepped forward, his nose twitching.

“Wait.” He said again. “There’s something…something about the boy.”

“What are you talking about?” The doctor snapped.

“The smell.” The administrator moved closer to Mika, sniffing the air like a dog on a scent.

“Ever since we’ve been eating that fruit, my senses have been getting sharper. My sense of smell especially.”

“And right now…” He knelt down beside Mika and inhaled deeply. His eyes went wide. “It’s him.”

“What’s him?”

“The fruit. The Titan Berry. The smell…”

The administrator’s voice was trembling with something that might have been awe or might have been hunger.

“It’s coming from the boy! The fruit smells like him. Or rather—he smells like the fruit.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” The doctor scoffed. “He’s been carrying the fruit back and forth for weeks. Of course he smells like it.”

“No. No, it’s more than that.” The administrator grabbed Mika’s arm and pressed his nose directly against the skin. “It’s in his blood. In his flesh. The fruit…the fruit IS him!”

“Whatever we’ve been eating, whatever has been making us stronger…it’s been coming from this boy’s body.”

The other adults crowded closer, their earlier skepticism giving way to morbid curiosity.

They sniffed at Mika like dogs, and one by one, their expressions changed.

“He’s right.” One of the nurses whispered. “The boy…he smells delicious.”

Before anyone could stop him, the fat adminstrator reached down and wiped a smear of blood from Mika’s cheek.

He raised his finger to his lips and licked it clean.

The effect was immediate.

His eyes went wide, his pupils dilating until they almost swallowed his irises. His entire body trembled, and a sound escaped his throat—something between a moan and a gasp.

“It’s him.” He whispered. “The fruit…it’s him.”

“What are you talking about?” The head doctor demanded.

“The boy. His blood. It tastes just like the fruit. No—it tastes better than the fruit! So much better!”

“I can feel the power flowing through me just from that one drop. Just from one single drop!”

The other adults crowded around, their skepticism warring with their greed.

One by one, they leaned down and tasted Mika’s blood.

And one by one, their expressions transformed into the same rapturous, almost religious ecstasy.

“It’s true.” The pretty nurse breathed. “I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s like…it’s like drinking liquid lightning.”

“Forget the fruit.” Another doctor said. “Forget the bat. This boy is the source. He’s the real treasure!”

“Power…” The main doctor murmured, turning back to Mika’s unconscious form.

“Power is what I need…”

“Power is what I’ve always needed…”

“With power, I can become blessed…”

“With power, everyone will respect me…”

“Worship me…”

“Fear me….”

“Power.” The administrator echoed, his eyes gleaming with the same mad light. “I’ll be the smartest man in the world. I’ll crush all my rivals.”

“I’ll make my ex-wife regret ever leaving me.”

“Power.” The nurse whispered, stroking her own face. “I’ll be the most beautiful woman who ever lived. Men will kill for a single glance from me.”

“Power…”

“Power…”

“Power…”

The word became a chant, a prayer, an invocation.

And at its center, the main doctor knelt beside Mika and opened his mouth wide, unable to hold back his urge any longer.

“THE POWER WILL ALL BE MINE!”

“NO!” Anya screamed, thrashing against her captors. “STOP! PLEASE, STOP! DON’T—”

But unfortunately, she was too late.

The doctor sank his teeth into Mika’s neck!

SHLICK!

The sound that followed would haunt Anya for the rest of her life.

“AHHHHHHHHHH—!”

It wasn’t just a scream of pain.

It was a scream of betrayal, of horror, of the absolute worst thing that could happen to a person actually happening.

Mika’s eyes flew open, and for one terrible moment, they met Anya’s gaze.

There was confusion in them. Fear. And something else, something that looked almost like an apology.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I-I’m sorry it had to end like this.’

“Delicious.” The doctor moaned after swallowing the flesh, blood dripping down his chin.

“So much power…So much life….I can feel it flowing through me!”

“SAVE SOME FOR ME!”

“I NEED POWER TOO!”

“HIS ARM—I WANT HIS ARM!”

And then the other adults descended upon him.

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