105 Psychic Hunter Part 2 (1/2)

The world of blue.

Zed's consciousness was feeling thousands of needles stabbing him. The pain was far worse than even the severest of physical injuries for the pain this time was directed at the consciousness.

”Is this the best you have got?” Zed asked with a smirk, ”Surely you don't think this can entrap me forever?”

”You've got guts,” the voice said with some appreciation, ”let me see what gives you so much confidence for someone with such a pitiful past.”

The voice didn't really think the kid has the ability to harm him. While he wasn't in the top echelons of the world, he was confident there were a negligible amount of people who can prove a risk to him.

There was no way for a kid to be one of the rare people who could harm him! Still, he wanted to see more of the kid's memories and know where the confidence originated from.

His client has asked him to torture the kid so he doesn't mind prolonging the pain. Making the kid feel multiple emotions would be the best form of torture.

After all, is there anything more torturous than making the target feel hopeful only to fall back in despair?

More memory fragments started appearing in the world to replace the earlier ones. These fragments consisted of memories after he turned ten years old.

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Ten years old.

Zed was sitting on a column of debris in the outer layer of the slum. Besides him was a girl who was at the same age as him. She has plum brown hair with caramel skin tone.

”How great the world be if there was no inequality?” The girl asked looking at the boundary that separated the slum and the city.

”Why think of the impossible, Elissa?” Zed asked.

”There is an attraction to the impossible,” Elissa said, ”Even my mistress says the same.”

”There is an attraction for sure,” Zed looked at his famished body, ”To have a meal only the city residents could afford.”

”Would you pray for me?” Elissa suddenly changed the topic.

”Pray?” Zed asked surprised.

”Yeah,” Elissa traced her dust-covered face, ”I'm being sold to a man from another city.”

”Oh?” Zed wasn't startled by her words, ”Do you have an idea about the owner?”

In the slums, prostitution and organ harvesting were pretty common. Most families would sell away their children for some resources. And for others, they would be forcefully dragged by the overlords.

”No,” Elissa shook her head, ”Hopefully a man with a soft heart for teens.”

”I would hope for that as well,” Zed said with a smile, ”Hopefully you can find some happiness.”

”Yeah, maybe I would become a mistress in the future,” Elissa looked at him and said, ”If I do then I would help you to leave the slums and even kill your caretaker.”

”I would like that,” Zed agreed.

Both of them didn't talk about another possibility: Her body lying in a sewer somewhere after being brutally defiled by her owner. That was a common fate for most sold women.

They knew this but kept this possibility in their hearts. One can always pray for better...

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Eleven years old.(Refer Ch. 39 for a detailed scene)

”Allow me to express my gratitude for everything you have done for me by sending you to hell,” Zed pierced a bloodstained knife in the heart of caretaker.

”You...are cold-hearted like your mother,” The caretaker muttered, ”Everyone in your family is the same.”

The caretaker fell on the floor lifeless. His throat was sliced and his heart pierced by a knife.

Zed was on his knees fully exhausted. The rush of adrenaline finally stopped and the gravity of his actions set in.

The thoughts of his first killing made him tremble and throw up. His body reactions were different from his heart.

His heart only felt joy...

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Zed, in a ragged clothing, was standing outside the annual charity gala.

A platinum blonde left the building followed by two boys. The woman's eyes were deep brown and her slender jade neck was complemented by a pearl necklace.

Zed braved his heart and went in front of the three with a bowl in hand.

”Madam and sirs, can you please give me some food?” Zed's eyes were full of hope.

The charity gala was one of the few time the slum dwellers could get their stomach feed and Zed has faith he would get his share of food as well.

The boys look at Zed with complete disdain. The rotten slum insect dares to ruin their good mood?