Chapter 535 - Sick. (2/2)

But, was it really like this? Wasn't Leonel also supposed to be a Dark Prisoner? Why wasn't his family erased? Why was it that he was the one who could sit here and pass judgement on a man he was technically no different from? What right did he have?

Was he really worth more than another person because his background was greater? Did he deserve more chances because he was more talented? Was this really the kind of world he lived in?

A dark fog hung over Leonel.

”Yip! Yip!”

The little mink tried to wake him up from the top of his head, yet Leonel couldn't seem to hear the little guy. In fact, even Coach Owen's 'last words' practically fell on deaf ears.

Leonel seemed to run into this time and time again. It was a kind of survivor's guilt that followed him since the very start of the Metamorphosis.

Leonel couldn't help but think back to a conversation he had with Roaring Black Lion all those months ago…

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”It's funny to watch them, don't you think?”

Leonel chuckled slightly. ”What do you mean by that?”

”They're separated into two groups. One group is too cowardly to go and wouldn't dare risk themselves. The other is also too cowardly even though they're pushing for us to go. They have no intention of putting themselves in the line of danger at all. They're only so adamant because they think we'll take on the brunt of the troubles for them.

”Which one do you think is worse?”

Roaring Black Lion did find this clown show to be quite funny. All of those powerful enough to actually make a difference weren't even speaking. Those like Leonel, him, Thunderous Clap and even King of Seas' group, were all in their own little corners of the cave. It was like they were allowing the weak to make the decision for them.

The truth was that since they were the most powerful, they suffered the most to get them here. How could they have the energy to mind this argument? Most of them already made their own decision.

”Which is the worst?” Leonel thoughtfully smiled for a moment. ”Probably the seven of us who aren't speaking at all.”

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Leonel felt like that right at this moment. He felt like he was one of those useless seven once again, not speaking, not doing, just basking in his own talent and allowing the commoners to squabble about as they pleased, knowing that whatever decision they came to wouldn't matter to him in the slightest because he could just do want he wanted regardless since he had the larger fist...

And it left him feeling sick.