724 Compassion (2/2)
Boom! The wooden staff struck the surface of the sea as if it was whipping metal. There were no traces of ripples, but the massive ocean trembled slightly. Wolf Flute's projection began to vibrate violently and Anubis' skin began to crack to reveal the severe internal injuries. But shortly after, the trembling stopped.
There was a pair of bare feet. Bach turned back and looked behind him to see a young man. Realization finally seemed to dawn on him. ”You must be Charles from Caucasian.”
”It is good to see you for the first time, Your Excellency.” The young man nodded and bowed politely.
Back looked at him. ”Are you confident in defeating me?”
”Although I cannot defeat you, can you not go to Anglo for my sake and stay behind for a chat?” Charles smiled widely. ”This is our first meeting with each other. How unpleasant it would be if we were to end up fighting and killing each other.”
Bach shook his head indifferently. Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing sound, which was a result of a melody that had been produced by countless movements piling on top of one another. In an instant, it was as if the entire sky and sea were roaring in resonance. The entire northern sea region was sealed up in an instant. The entire place was trembling under Bach's will and in a rhythm that he was controlling. The will of the King of Blue controlled the elements from the realm of aether and everything else. It was as if the vault in heaven had suddenly collapsed and the ocean had risen. The sky and the sea seemed to merge into one.
Boom! The shrieking sound stopped suddenly. Charles stretched out his hand and pressed his palm against emptiness, as if he was pressing onto the trembling sky and sea, and by doing so, forced a stop to the trembling and roaring. It was as if he had completely stopped a wheel that was rolling at full speed. The skin on his palm broke and the wound, which had yet to heal, was torn again, and blood began to ooze out of the cut on his little finger. The blood dripped into the seawater and began to infect it. A single drop of blood was enough to dissipate the ominous aura that surrounded the entire region of the sea.
In an instant, the sky was cleared and a clear breeze blew over. Bach remained motionless. He only looked at Charles' little finger silently and frowned, as if he was troubled over something.
Charles' face was completely flushed. He managed to force out a smile. ”Mr. Bach, back then when my junior enrolled in school, we even had to use your referral letter. There is some affinity between us. Why resort to this?”
Bach kept quiet and only continued to stare at him. He looked at Charles walking on the surface of the sea. He did not seem to be using any movement but was able to control the seawater easily. It was like a miracle. After a moment of silence, Bach seemed to have finally understood something and suddenly asked, ”Charles, do you really think that you are a God?”
Charles was taken aback and began to smile awkwardly. ”I don't think I look like one either. I am so shy and awkward after all. If God was really a child like me, how blasphemous that would be.”
”Is your finger hurt?” Bach asked.
Charles looked at his palm and quickly hid his little finger and smiled. ”No worries, it's just a minor injury.”
”Is that so?” Bach asked coldly. ”You are wasting yourself. I don't know what you have exchanged it for, but you should know that such a sacrifice is not normal for you nor Caucasian.”
Charles was quiet for a moment before replying, ”In critical situations, someone has to step up and solve the issue.”
”Let men solve their own problems. Let them bear their own consequences, not you.” Bach's voice was direct and straight to the point. ”Charles, no matter how much you sacrifice, all they will realize is just how vastly different they are from you. You should know your own body and nature the most. Don't do any unnecessary things. The more you do, the more mistakes you are going to make. Now, leave this place and stop blocking my way. If I am to show you any compassion, then this is it.”
”Mr. Bach, have you heard the sound of people crying?” Charles asked suddenly.
Back kept quiet.
”Have you seen what 'suffering' looks like?” Charles asked quietly. ”Those homeless people would wander around in the wilderness and feed themselves on wild grass. They are living like dogs. They lie sprawled on the ground and will look up whenever someone passes them by, hoping that they can be saved. Can you bear to turn and walk away? Have you ever begged others for help before? I did. I begged for someone to come and save me, to be my friend, to tell me that I have not been left behind by this world, that there is a purpose to my existence in this world…
”I was like this in the past, but now I'm not. This is why I will not give up. If I can do it, I will. If someone seeks help from me, I will help him. I don't want anyone else to make sacrifices for me anymore. I want to help them open up a path on can lead them to continue living.”
Charles stared at the silent Bach. He was no longer smiling and his expression was stern. ”Mr. Bach, I don't want us to become enemies and neither do I wish to leave this place. But if you continue forward, then that will make you my enemy.”
Massive wings of light spread open behind his back and covered the horizon, raining down glorious beams of light. Behind him, Eden appeared gradually and cast light on the young man, who was reputed to be the most powerful musician.
Bach closed his eyes. After a long time, he sighed quietly. ”Do you know why all the Kings of Blue of the previous generations left the human world, Charles? It's not just because of developing the lands of men or to defend against the catastrophes from the World of Dark.
”It's because humans do not need Gods.” Bach raised the wooden staff in his hands against the young man. There was no longer any compassion in his eyes. Instead, they had been replaced by electricity.
”Now, let's cut the crap and let 'your enemy' have a taste of your abilities.”