Chapter 236
Since it wasn’t a secret that needed to be kept, Clifford told Nina about the incident that took place in the morning, where Simon got into a scuffle
with the war machines.
Upon hearing that Simon’s neck had been kicked and broken by Ene but somehow healed itself, Nina’s eyes widened in shock, brimming with innocent curiosity like a cat discovering something new.
She quickly approached Simon, squatted in front of him, and gazed at him as if he were a rare, otherworldly creature. With fascination in her voice, she asked, “Simon, who are you? How can you be this amazing? Are you… immortal? Or could it be that you’re some kind of undying celestial
Nina’s reaction took nobody by surprise,
While everyone else quietly speculated about Simon’s mysterious background, she was the only one to voice her thoughts directly, without a hint of hesitation
“L. Faced with Nina’s straightforward questions, Sumon paused bricily. Then, with a goofy, innocent sinile, he scratched his head and said, “I’m not really sure either. Didn’t I tell you? I have amnesia, so I don’t remember murli about my past.”
“Oh, that’s right. You did mention that.” Recalling his earlier statement, Nina propped her chin on her hands, gazing at Simon with admiration in her eyes. Her face lit up with envy as she said. “You’re so lucky, Simon! I’m honestly jealous of you right now.”
Jealous of me!” Simon blinked in confusion.
“Yeah, of course” Nina nodded earnestly, her expression filled with conviction. “You’re amazing! Your combat power is way stronger than ours, and your self–healing ability is on another level! Even after Eric broke your neck, you still managed to recover.
“Not even us war machines could pull off something li
like that. We always thought we were the pinnacle of human evolution, but turns out, there’s always a bigger fish–and that fish is you, you monster! Em so jealous of you!”
Hearing Nina’s heartfelt and blunt words, Simon didn’t feel particularly proud. Instead, he scratched his head with an awkward smile. “Haha… it’s not that great Honestly, I think life would be better if I didn’t have all these so–called powers”
“Huh? How can you say that?” Nina gasped, completely baffled by his response. “Having strong combat power is awesome! If someone annoys you. you can just beat them up until they’re picking their teeth off the ground
“And having insane healing powers means you never have to worry about getting hurt. Who wouldn’t want that? How could you not like having
“This guy must be an idiot! she thought furiously. Talk about not knowing how lucky you are!
Faced with Nina’s barrage of logic, Simon was at a loss for words
He knew what he’d said was bound to earn him a few side–eyes. Heck, even he thought it sounded a little ungrateful. But still, deep down, he genuinely wished he didn’t have these powers.
The memory of having his neck snapped by Eric had been playing on a loop in his mind. Ever since then, fragmented flashes of his past had begun creeping into his consciousness.
red at him with expressions
The images that surfaced were cluotic and filled with the stench of war. Smoke and flames surrounded him. People stared that ranged from terror to unbridled rage. “Beast!” “Monster” “Devil” they screamed.
Almost all of the scenes were negative and emotionally taxing. Even if he didn’t want to think about them, the images would still surface in his rund, one after another, without end.
And amid the chaos, there was the image of a laboratory
That particular memory was even more gut–wrenching-
It was drenched in the seach of blood. Corpses were being dragged away, limbs and torsos barely intact. The deafening chorus of screams and the car–spediting levels of agony never stopped.
He remembered a man charging at lin (a knife, eyes burning with a desire for vengeance. Hut before the man could strike, Simon has
reflexjurly swung his arm
With a loud bang thar man was sent flying like a ragdoll, slamming into the wall with a sickening crunch. Blood splattered everywhere. His limilis. crumpled like broken tings, his bones reduced to dust
(them, like a
Even in death, the man’s eyes remed wide open, his lifeless gaze locked onto Simon Hatred and relenting malice burned within i rume that would last beyond the grave
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Chapter 235
These weren’t just distant memories for Simon. They were visceral and vivid, as though the pain, fear, and guilt from those moments had latched unto him and refused to let go.
His heart pounded erratically, each beat feeling heavier than the last
His breath case in short, rapid bursts, Sweat beaded on his forehead, his face growing paler by the second. He felt a surge of nausea bubbling up from his somach, and before he could stop himself.
Mikh Nita leapt backward with a startled yelp, narrowly dodging the mess that splattered across the ground.
Eyes wide, she glanced at Simon in shock, stammed by his sudden reaction. “Simont What’s wrong with you?”
