302: Chapter 200: The Little Monster’s Obsession, Pursuit of the Truth_2 302: Chapter 200: The Little Monster’s Obsession, Pursuit of the Truth_2 …
After cleaning up the scene,
Brian sat in the driver’s seat, sowhat speechlessly looking at the moon overhead.
Killing the enemy didn’t consu any Gift Energy, but picking up the corpses used up twenty-eight units of it; what a loss.
Now, he only had twenty-six units of Gift Energy reserves left.
Fortunately, there was the small monster’s Gift to replenish it.
Brian gathered his thoughts and chose to receive Obsession Two’s reward, Gift One: sixty units of Gift Energy.
A warm surge flowed through his body, restoring his sense of security.
There was no helping it.
Obsession Two, with no explanation of the talent, and the most valuable-sounding talent ‘Cannibalism’ seed creepy.
Brian really did not know what to choose.
Then ca the second obsession.
This was also simple to complete.
The small monster’s father was likely the owner of the garden estate known as Alice’s Secret Realm.
Brian was also very curious about how the small monster ca to be.
Judging from the material and setup of her collar, it involved high technology, not sothing an ordinary person could access.
Brian was very interested in the stories behind this.
Moreover, if this involved so official organizational institution, there was no way to cover up the traces of the battle here.
The movent tracks of him and Green couldn’t be concealed either.
This would make it difficult for him to fulfill the small monster’s second obsession.
What a headache.
…
“Let’s first see where the small monster’s father is…”
Brian first checked the images accompanying Obsession One and then absorbed the Spirit Crystal’s death replay that ca with the small monster.
Death replay was usually a segnt of the life form’s experiences before death.
Brian was lucky and clearly saw the path taken by the other party after leaving the ‘nest.’
The area where the other lived was underground in Alice’s Secret Realm.
As for Alice’s monster father, in the projected images, he was a disheveled white old man with a hooked nose, sparse hair, and heavy dark circles under his eyes.
To be honest, upon seeing this person’s appearance, Brian was reminded of Gollum, the little monster mutated by the One Ring, in the movie The Lord of the Rings he had seen in his previous life.
Really quite alike.
No wonder he had not seen the owner of the garden previously.
With that ghostly appearance, even if there weren’t any missing persons cases, Brian guessed the residents of Harvest Town would not be willing to let their children play in such a place.
One glance could give you several nights’ worth of nightmares.
Now that he knew the path, Brian also worried that the exploded tal balls might have tracking or teleporting capabilities.
He retrieved the bomb traps he set up earlier, drove the car with Green, who probably wouldn’t wake up until the next day, and the body bag containing the small monster’s corpse, and headed back to Harvest Town.
At this ti, the town was brightly lit; but apart from so places like pubs, the streets were deserted except for the illuminated streetlights.
Brian casually found sowhere to park the car, carried Green into a house without lighting, and left a note on him in case of any ergencies; then, keeping the body bag, he rapidly ran towards the garden on a rural path.
His speed was much faster than the car’s during the dayti.
A few minutes later, the garden under the night sky ca into view.
The place was pitch black except for a glowing road sign outside, which seed ghostly.
Brian, following the small monster’s death mories, disregarded the dark environnt, wove through the garden, and finally arrived at an inconspicuous rockery.
His body squird like a long python and plunged into the pond, diving into a very small hole beneath the rockery.
The cave entrance faced downward, twisted and irregular.
Apart from children, adults, even if they found this hidden cave, would struggle to enter.
This had little effect on the child Brian, who was eight years old and a few months more.
Accompanied by a muted thud,
Brian slid down the passage and landed on a soft, large bed.
This underground space had been transford into a very cozy little room, with soft lighting, dolls, and pink decorations everywhere, looking very warm, though the sll was sowhat strong.
It was a hard-to-describe odor, akin to a ferntation vat in which a dead rat had fallen and stewed for a long ti.
Carrying a body bag, Brian followed the sll, passed through a corridor, and arrived at a large hall.
In the hall, a stooped figure was busy in front of a large pool.
Upon hearing the noise,
He, without turning his head, spoke in a hoarse voice, “Sweetheart, you ca back a bit early today.
I’ll deal with the car and your stinky-stink after I’m done…
I’m planning to extend the garden.
Otherwise, your stinky-stink will be too much, it’ll fill this place up, haha~”
Despite the man’s weathered and raspy voice, his tone was full of doting warmth.
Brian listened to the other’s endearing words, but his face revealed a chill.
Seeing the residue in the pool,
He finally understood why the plants grew so well here—it was because he had never found anything unusual before.
The victims were absorbed and digested by the small monster’s powerful digestive ability, turned into excrent for transformation, then used as fertilizer, which left much cleaner traces than man-made compost.
Those who disappeared were in the garden above their heads.
They had been eaten!
…
Seemingly not hearing the usual response,
The stooped man finally sensed sothing amiss.
He slowly turned his head, revealing a monstrous face.
Seeing the unfamiliar Brian, his pupils, encircled by dark eye bags, narrowed, “Who are you, and where’s my Alice?”
Brian tossed the body bag forward, “Your little treasure got a bit lost, I brought her back for you.
But before she fell asleep, she left behind an ‘obsession.’ You love her so much, you don’t want her to die with her eyes open, right?”
“Dead?”
Clearly, the man had so psychological issues, shaking his head in a dazed and silly manner, “Impossible, those people told Alice wouldn’t die.
She could live a long ti, live until I’m gone.
She can’t be dead.
Where have you hidden my Alice?”
Seeing the bloodstained body bag, the man’s tears stread uncontrollably, while he murmured that it was impossible for Alice to be dead.
Brian’s patience was not great, especially for scum.
A ferocious smile appeared on his face as he drew a willow leaf-shaped small knife from his waistband and approached…
To hell with father-daughter affection.
Today the truth needed to be known, the ‘obsession’ had to be fulfilled, and the garbage nurturing a man-eating monster was to receive the punishnt he deserved.
Psychotic?
Brian believed that under his professional thods, any ntal illness could be cured and the true feeling of fear experienced anew.
The night was long, and he had plenty of ti.
…
Elsewhere,
After Brian had exploded the collar around the neck of the small monster,
A piercing alarm sounded in a realm of darkness.
The dozing guard, upon hearing the commotion, jolted upright from the office chair, looked at the alarm in terror, then grabbed the communicator, urgently saying, “There’s a problem with Subject Number Three, repeat, a problem with Subject Number Three has occurred…”
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