12 Leave it all to the undying cockroach (1/2)

(MC's POV)

Men die for riches.

Heroes live for beauties.

And cultural men like me seek for cliches.

Yet why?

Why is god not gracing me with a sexy runaway noble or a targeted princess?

(╥﹏╥)

Lamenting silently at my fate, I looked outside of the carriage's window with a tinge of disappointment.

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(Lily's POV)

'Master must be contemplating on something important far beyond my comprehension.'

I thought so admiringly as I stared at the figure of my master looking out of the window in a state of deep contemplation.

I really wanted to do something to help my master after he revealed a look of disappointment.

But perhaps because of my inability or his intention to keep me out of harm, I did not even know why he was feeling melancholic.

That thought made me a bit sad but also re-ignited my passion to become stronger.

'I must get stronger.'

I silently muttered in my heart.

But before I could sit down to cultivate, a charred smell of burnt wood entered my senses and the carriage was suddenly stopped by the orders of my master.

Taking a step out of the carriage despite the muddy puddle underneath, he muttered.

”Smell of a number of different bloods hidden in smoke.”

With his eyes gleaming coldly, he then said in a serious tone which I had never heard from him before.

”There has been a massacre.”

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(MC's POV)

'I wanted to find a beauty in my trip, not something bloody.'

Sighing exhaustively, I looked at the scene before me.

What was once probably a village filled with non-cultivators was now nothing more than ashes.

Not even the corpses of the people who once lived here remained.

What remained however, was their blood which had dried up due to the passing of time.

Whoever did this was no doubt a lunatic.

But the problem was that the perpetrator was a prodigal rich lunatic.

And when someone speaks of wealthy lunatics, it can only refer to a certain bunch of crazies even among the demonic cults.

The church of blood.

The greatest nutjob of all.

However, I cannot see the reason behind them using hell fire just to cover up dead bodies.

No.

To be precise, I cannot see the reason behind them hiding dead bodies at all.

Could the burning of the village have any other meaning?

I wondered.

Looking closer, I found some of the dried blood to be oddly geometrical.

Could these be forming a pattern?

To verify, I levitated above the ground to check if a pattern of ashes and dried blood existed.

And then I concluded.

I see.

I never came here.