Chapter 1001: Plotting for a Convenient Cliché (2/2)
If he failed the gamble, the city would be alerted of his survival. That would put every superhuman out there on his tail. But if he succeeded in his gamble, he would have found a way to grow stronger at a speed faster than what he had done on Layer 3.
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”Grandpa, please don't give up. I'll definitely treat you for sure.” A lady aged around twenty years old bawled out like a little girl as she lay beside a bed, screaming with her hoarse voice that had been damaged from prolonged strain.
Lying on the bed was an old man in his eighties. His body was fit, oozing out tremendous power. Unfortunately, it was apparent that he was like a broken tank, about to become empty soon enough. It was all due to his injuries.
He only had his right leg now, having lost the remaining three limbs in the war. Plus, he had also suffered grievous blows to his internal organs. Their level of medical technology was unable to patch him up to prolong his life. He was just on the final vestiges of his life.
”They wish to see my death, child.” Wheezing in pain, his eyes were blurry, lacking focus as he weakly muttered, ”I've contributed a lot to this city. When people were injured, I used my Godly Points to buy them Water Essences every single time. You could very well say that I was the reason they survived and managed to step into a battlefield again. Yet…”
He coughed once, spitting out blood. As his granddaughter looked at him in worry, he wheezed. ”Those scum, not only did they betray me, but they also caused the death of my son and daughter-in-law. To think I worked hard to save them, protect them, and even heal their injuries. Now, not only did they not help in return, but they even caused the death of my family.”
At this point, he was furious. But soon after, his face reddened as he seemed to have overexerted himself, noticing blood flow out of his nose. He then looked at his granddaughter and told her, ”Flita, our family might have dwindled, but as long as you follow my teachings, you'll one day become strong. Don't think about avenging me until you reach Tier 4. Too many families wish to see our downfall.”
”But…grandpa…” Flita shed tears, trembling in sadness as she spoke, ”I don't want to lose you. You're my only family now. What will I do once you're gone?”
Her grandpa sighed after that. ”If only I wasn't injured. I could have protected you until you matured. Your grandpa is weak, Flita. Just abandon me and survive. As long as you survive, I can rest in peace.”
”Grandpa!” Flita shouted in anger. ”If you talk rubbish, I'll just follow you to death!”
Her grandpa was just about to persuade her otherwise when his eyes looked at the figure that was standing near the wall, ”I…guess the grim reaper is already here. Sorry, Flita. It seems my time is up.”
”Young man, I'm not a grim reaper, nor are you going to die today,” Krune leaned on the wall, smiling as he replied.