Chapter 612 - Dream Weaver? (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

The woman waved for the drivers to stop to get people to help save her son. If the drivers would stop to aid her, she would get into the car and follow them until they arrived at her son’s death spot. While those who refused to stop and left just like that, the woman would leave something special in their car. Compared to the boy who had turned into a monster, the woman could be considered relatively kind.

With his body stuck, and his eyes watching the slow approach of death, the small body had been consumed by fire bit by bit, and the pain had forever been seared in the boy’s heart, making it something that he would never forget. His clear eyes were dominated by hatred and resentment. The flames danced on his skin, filling every inch of his body, slowly turning him into something else.

Hatred blinded him, causing him to destroy everything in sight, using their body to fill up his own misgiving. If one came across the woman in the tunnel, if one was kind enough, one would at most get into a car accident. The vehicle would be ruined, but most of the time, one would escape with one’s life intact. However, if one ran into the child, the only destination was death.

Specters were ultimately Specters; resentment had already laid a curtain over their eyes, silencing their conscience while becoming the reason for their existence. Chen Ge listened to the woman and her child’s story patiently. This was undeniably a tragedy; human nature was gray, alternating between a sinner and a saint. As a bystander, he had no right to judge others, so he could only lend them an ear.

Without anyone stopping to help and her son stuck in the car, the mother had chosen to return to accompany her child, to actively wait for death. From Chen Ge’s perspective, the child had turned into a true monster—his resentment being far beyond that of his mother was due to guilt and self-blame. Perhaps he thought subconsciously that it was him who caused his mother’s death; his mother would not have died if not for him. He wanted to find a channel to vent that emotion, and that turned him deeper toward the abyss.

With a giant shadow of a spider hanging above him, it would be a lie to say that Chen Ge did not feel a shred of fear. However, after understanding the whole story, at the very least, he was able to understand the woman in the tunnel and her son that took on the shape of a giant spider better.

“So, you have been suffering a pain like this.” Chen Ge’s tone was even. There was no conspicuous pity—at most, there was only a light trace of melancholy.

“Pain? I wouldn’t say so. Initially, there might be some discomfort, but eventually, I fell in love with this sensation. Every nerve was grinded sharp by knives. Seeing blood pour out from the many holes and then sharing this joy with more people, I like to admire their expression because I know they are admiring me as well.” The boy’s upper body grew on the ginormous spider body, and he had an ‘innocent’ smile on his face.

“I can understand that, and in fact, I do admire you.” Chen Ge’s expression returned to normal, and the last trace of discomfort on his face disappeared. In terms of being calm while facing a great deal of pressure, no one could do better than Chen Ge in Jiujiang.

“You admire me? I’m sorry, but that only made the scalp of my head go numb, so please watch your actions and words. Don’t come too close to me, you make me uncomfortable.” The child denied Chen Ge’s kind intention. He wanted to leave immediately. “Go back to where you came from. We don’t welcome you here. Mommy will only stay with me, and she won’t be going anywhere.”

The monster spoke in the petulance of a child, but contrasting that with his scary body, it was definitely a strange experience.

“Since you insist on your mother staying with you, I’m not going to force anything otherwise. But in return, can you help me answer a few simple questions?” Without waiting for a confirmation, Chen Ge continued. “Why are there suddenly splits in White Dragon Cave Tunnel? The tunnel that I saw when my eyes open and the tunnel that I felt with my eyes closed are completely different, why is that? After closing my eyes, I can hear people and car honks, and my hands even found the frame of a car, but how come all these things disappear after I open my eyes?”

“You sure have plenty of questions.” The boy was impatient. His thick appendages crawled on the wall, and each move created this grating sound of shuffling.

“I’m just curious.”

“There is only one tunnel here. Earlier, I drew you into my dream.”