Chapter 132 - CH 107: LONELINESS (1/2)

*SPLAT*

KYAAA!!

The street was immediately dyed red as blood splattered all over the place. Screams filled the street as people began to scramble away while some neared his body to see what was happening. Some were already taking their phone out in order to call for help.

'Shit. It's the last time I believe something that is written in a light novel.'

Kuroha, on the other hand, was busy reconnecting his bones and manipulating his blood to change them in a little ball and discard them later.

Seeing the floating blood, people began to stop screaming as they warily eyed the situation. It didn't take long for most of them to understand that the one who had fallen from such a high building was still somehow alive.

Then, as if by magic, that person mysteriously disappeared. The streets completely spotless, as if nothing ever happened.

That day, a new urban legend was born.

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Kuroha, who had teleported back to his room looked at the state of his clothes with a bitter smile.

When he fell, some of his bones went out of his body and pierced his clothes. Even without that, this amount of blood wasn't something that could be cleaned.

'Those clothes are unusable. I should burn them later.'

He discarded them before throwing them into the Trash bin. He also did the same with his underwear.

Now facing the mirror in his birthday suit, he examined all his body with a certain curiosity. He was in no way narcissistic, but even he had to admit that he was rather handsome and his body was very well sculpted.

He rotated his shoulder as he thought so.

'My regeneration speed increased.'

He was sure of it. He can only feel it a few times, but generally when he received damages that should have been otherwise fatal, his body would shut down. From his last experience with that crazy girl wearing maid clothes, it should be just a few seconds. During those few seconds, he would experience ”death” before waking up. This time though, he didn't. He stayed perfectly awake and his regeneration was a little faster.

He touched his face in the mirror,

'I wonder if I am even human.'

He always asked himself this question. But it was the first time he felt it so strongly. He began to trace the contour of his neck,

'Will I die If I cut my head?'

Technically he should be able to recover from anything as long as he had enough energy. His experience with the bomb in the laboratory proved it. But, what about his head. Normal people died when their head was removed, but what about him?

{Could you please stop having suicidal thoughts. Sigh, you're so troublesome sometimes. Why do you have to always try to understand everything.}

Kuroha paused his morbid thoughts as he said,

”Madness. Been a while. I thought you wouldn't talk anymore.”

{Ahaha...Do not worry. Soon you'll most likely never hear anything from me.}

This bitter laugh and those weird words brought an uneasy feeling in Kuroha. He frowned a little and asked,

{Nothing you should mind now. Soon, you'll understand many many things.}