Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1408: Chapter 135: Nameless Weeping Entity

They were eating a type of cake made from blue algae ground into powder and mixed together, without speaking, making the cave seem so quiet.

They were Norman and Beaches, an exiled man and woman.

“She’s a monster.” The man suddenly said, “Just like her brother… even more terrifying.”

—Monster… who could it be?

“I can’t remember what he looks like.” The woman said softly, her head lowered, as if blaming, resentful: “I didn’t even get to see him before you snatched him… snatched him! And then killed him!”

She suddenly became agitated, her voice sounding like roaring thunder within the narrow cave.

“Quiet down, do you want to wake her… this monster!” The man said urgently, even stepping forward, covering the woman’s mouth with his hand, staring into her eyes.

—Monster… who could it be?

“Her!” The woman said with a hint of fear, instinctively looking to the side: this was a small bed made of hay and some skins and algae, like a nest.

—Monster… who could it be?

On the small bed, a pair of eyes beneath the animal skin… curved like a crescent moon, eyes not human-like, were watching them in the cave.

“What do you want to do? No… Norman?!” The woman suddenly became frightened.

Suddenly, the man stood up, with indifference on his face, walked to her… he raised the bone axe crafted from bone in his hand.

She knew what the man wanted to do, screamed: “You’re crazy!”

“We will die!” The man replied with a suppressed voice, “She’s a monster!”

As soon as the words fell, the man gritted his teeth, reached into the animal skin bed to take her out, lifted her up.

“Look carefully, this appearance! This is the monster!”

She had gray skin, a mouth that split open, clearly visible teeth like saw blades… crescent moon-like eyes, not even the nose of a normal person…

—The monster… turns out to be me.

“Did you see clearly?” The man’s voice raised again, he lifted her up high… his arms trembling at the same time.

He was actually afraid, afraid of some things unknown even to himself.

Finally, the man raised the bone axe in his hand again.

“No—!”

The woman’s voice was filled with pain, fear, even urgency, she suddenly hugged her man, shaking her head violently and said, “It’s not like this, Norman… see clearly! Please, you must see clearly! Look carefully at this child, she’s not a monster at all… look, quickly look!”

“Crazy.” The man thought with sadness, believing the woman had lost the ability to think normally… but he loved her after all, otherwise he wouldn’t willingly leave his dwelling to accompany her.

He could only barely force himself to take one last look at her… one last look, as a last bit of apology under a name he couldn’t bear: Father.

Just take this last look, then… forgetting.

He slowly raised his head, gazing at the her, held by the neck in his grip…

“This is… our…” He was shocked by the scene before him, in an instant, all true and false matters seemed to be mixed together, “Our child!”

He directly threw away the bone axe in his hand, holding her close to him, looking at the woman excitedly, “Look! Beaches! This is our child, she’s not a monster! She’s normal! Hahaha!! Normal!”

The woman burst into joyful tears.

They embraced each other, the two of them holding her, her mouth filled with saw-like teeth slowly splitting, resembling a smile.

—Turns out, one can make others like them…

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When the girl’s consciousness came back a little, she could no longer see Tony.

Only the weapon that had slashed her countless times was casually thrown on the ground… the girl hesitated about why she could come back to her senses.

She suddenly felt the abnormality from all over her body… she looked up, and then saw a scene she couldn’t comprehend until now.

Only to see a heart no longer beating strongly, now hanging upside down above her head… from the blood vessels of the heart’s chamber, things resembling dark red muscular fibers grew out.

These fibers seemed to weave a web-like structure, and Bazby’s heart was now at the center of this web, and more muscle fibers grew from another chamber, spreading into the girl’s body directly.

Covered all over her body where the Tang Sword had cut… muscle fibers grew many flagella even penetrating into her body.

The ground no longer showed traces of the blood that splattered when she was slashed wildly.

The blood spilled was slowly absorbed back, sent back into the girl’s body… bloodsucker’s ability to control blood.

But this is not the girl’s ability—this is the last bit of power from this heart that is about to stop beating.

Not only collecting the blood the girl lost, but even transferring the heart’s remaining essence into the girl’s body.

It no longer beat strongly, like an ordinary person’s heart away from the cooling effect, turned dark red. It was no longer fresh, even began to emit a slight stench, maybe it had already begun to rot inside.

But it was allowing the extraction of its last drop of essence blood.

Like water droplets on stalactites… a drop swelling slowly at the heart’s chamber bottom.

The girl quietly watched this scene… She didn’t have a face like ordinary people, so even if she knew she should show some expression to convey her feelings at the moment, she couldn’t do it.

Perhaps she could, but needs someone else’s appearance… her original appearance couldn’t do it, because she… is a monster.

A monster not only sucking fresh blood from people but also sucks blood from bloodsuckers, and devours others’ happiness.

As the last drop of blood squeezed out from the heart’s chamber and fell, the girl instinctively stuck out her tongue, she instinctively accepted it.

The last drop of essence blood landed on the girl’s tongue tip, and the heart then completely decayed… the muscle fibers adhered to the walls also peeled off together. With the last bit of essence blood gone, this heart will completely perish—along with all of Bazby, leaving no trace.

It couldn’t even resurrect through the Clan’s blood pool.

He is truly dead now.

The girl extended her hands to catch the falling heart… but it turned into a pus-like substance in her palm and eventually slipped through her fingers.

She finally swallowed the last drop of vital blood in her mouth slowly, without a word.

It seemed like a long time had passed.

The girl slowly stood up and silently walked out of this room—from here, she no longer used anyone else’s appearance.

She reentered this world in her original form since she first came into this world… The streets were cold and deserted, littered with signs of destruction.

Faintly, some sounds of fighting could be heard.

It was the humans beginning to resist the bloodsuckers—the descendants of the Ancients emerging from the other side of the high walls were now pursuing the remaining bloodsuckers.

Whether it was the lower-ranked and even unranked vampires of the Inspection Group or the elite of the Patrol Team… they were surprisingly retreating.

They lost the support of the higher-ranked Aristocrats… The higher-ranked Aristocrats had already perished early under the flames of Meila’s revenge, and even Lord Bazby, who had temporarily held Clan Authority, had now disappeared.

They were like headless flies, without any effective command—while the Ancients on the other side possessed increasingly terrifying weapons… endlessly emerging powerful weapons.

And Meila… this woman like the grim reaper was reaping their lives relentlessly in the darkness.

Some assimilated humans, originally working in the Farm, had long developed thoughts of betrayal under the oration of a woman named Amanda.

They were actually realistic like this because they had struggled through adulthood and experienced the impact of the Truth… Most of them held thoughts like Reynas.

But the children… unlike the Crops.

They hadn’t gone through these experiences; they didn’t know what exactly differentiated being a pure Food from Devotion. They did not understand what the Breeding Farm was for either, but they did know the meaning of Slaughterhouse, but did not know it was actually one, a few… some, or perhaps even an entire batch of them who were slaughtered.

The Crops began to wander aimlessly on the ruined streets… They cried or laughed, or wandered aimlessly, but they didn’t know where they were supposed to go.

The girl in her original form walked silently past these children on the streets.

No child noticed her presence… and she didn’t pause even a moment because of a child… The sounds of fighting gradually weakened—signifying that the remaining bloodsuckers from the Torrido Clan capable of resisting were becoming increasingly scarce.

It’s imaginable… bloodsuckers are a kind of species extremely difficult to reproduce—their numbers were never large.

But humans were different; there were many humans liberated from the Breeding Farm, and even more liberated from the Slaughterhouse.

In this war, humans held an absolute numerical advantage—and they possessed divinely powerful weapons capable of combating the bloodsuckers.

But who cares about these things… the girl thought silently in her heart.

She still moved forward, as if searching for something… She always felt she was close to finding it, but something was missing.

Soon after, the girl once again saw Tony, and she paused slightly.

But Tony seemed not to recognize her or remember her, just giggling and running about the street with joy—like her usual energetic self, greeting everyone in the Farm… in the town with youthful vitality.

But she was now filthy, and her favorite nightgown was covered in dust and bloodstains, her hair disheveled.

But her laughter seemed infectious… It seemed to be the only sound those already disoriented children could hear.

So they began to follow Tony… and gradually, there were more of them.

Tony’s laughter was like the shepherd boy in some myth, playing a flute… They began following Tony, becoming a group.

They laughed and wandered on the devastated streets, talking about the usual everyday topics, as if nothing had happened, as if everything was as usual.

She watched them follow Tony, just like that, moving farther away, then gradually disappearing on the street… She suddenly felt that this would be the last time she saw these children.

Now that they disappeared, they truly disappeared… Vanished into some illusion more real than reality—finally, the last figure was no longer visible.

This time she did not take a step, but slowly turned around.

The girl once again saw Luo Qiu, who had disappeared not long ago… He seemed to have been waiting here early for her arrival.

Or perhaps, this time she actively found him.

This time the girl didn’t address Boss Luo as the Noble Master, she even became very tranquil, with none of Mina’s mischievousness and innocence.

It might be because she used her original appearance.

“What is this taste… called.” She raised her head, her completely hooked eyes seemed like without pupils, just two curved lines.

Boss Luo walked to her side—he glanced at the thing cradled in the girl’s hands, which was a pile of residue not even fit to be called rotten flesh.

He said slowly, “The higher-ranked Aristocrats’ Farm Crops, using Persona, when drawing the Crops’ blood, what do you think… they need.”

“The taste of happiness.” She almost didn’t consider at all… because she knew this all too well.

Because since birth, she had peculiar abilities… She was like a human, possessing human things, but also like a bloodsucker, possessing vampire things… She was a monster.

But Boss Luo shook his head, “I think, it should be called the taste of reality.”

She immediately retorted, “But it’s all fake, everything is just fiction.”

“Fake things can be more real than real things.” Luo Qiu softly said.

“Just like them… Tony?” She pondered once again, looking at the end of the street where those children and Tony vanished… there was nothing more to see.

Boss Luo nodded, “To Bazby, even if you are not the lawful Mina… but so what. To him, you were no different from the real Mina… To him, you were already real. So it wasn’t that the taste changed, but… this was the taste it should have had. Not obtained through replacement, substitution, even theft, but a taste that exists for you.”

“So delicious…” She lifted her head, her jagged teeth slightly parted, making an extremely unpleasant noise.

Luo Qiu softly asked, “Name?”

She shook her head, “No… never had.”

“Then call it Mina.” Luo Qiu suddenly said.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly lifted the remnants of the heart in her hands to her lips and began chewing bit by bit, “It’s the taste of reality…”

And then she… Mina smiled and teared up.