87: Chapter 79 Letter, Obsession Fulfilled (Extra 2 for Alliance Leader Waiting with Wine) 87: Chapter 79 Letter, Obsession Fulfilled (Extra 2 for Alliance Leader Waiting with Wine) He opened the envelope.
Brian withdrew the thick paper from inside.
The material of the paper, was leather.
It wasn’t the light, delicate human skin, nor the solid-feeling lambskin.
It had a faint scent of blood and dryness, probably from the hide of so fierce beast.
Brian unfolded the leather paper and carefully began to read:
Brian, my nephew.
If you’re reading this letter, it ans that you ca from the private sanatorium to the farm and that you left my care alive.
I am relieved.
This ans that the Kamor family will have a successor.
The doctor responsible for your foster parents in the sanatorium has been dealt with by , so there’s no need to worry about any hidden dangers.
Your scum foster parents should have been handled by as well.
If not, don’t hold back.
Just give them a bit of drugs, and they’ll blurt out the color of your underwear to anyone.
Never, ever trust an addict’s words and feelings!
This is my final piece of advice to you.
Next, are so gifts I have for you.
Those keys are the independent safe houses I’ve prepared over the years.
There’s an address on each key.
If you’re not stupid, you should be able to find them quite easily.
Each safe house’s basent is stocked with enough drugs and munitions, and there are sufficiently secure vehicles in the garages; feel free to use them.
The remaining gold and other materials are things I’ve left to aid the rise of the Kamor family.
If you don’t want to carry this mission, give them to soone in need.
I’ve stopped using the Suppressant and am almost out of control.
I doubt I’ll see the day.
The syringes in the box are Suppressants.
These are the thods the Doomsday Sect uses to control the senior Mutants under them, highly addictive, but they can stabilize a Mutant’s emotions.
Although the effects will diminish, when you’re out of options, like , joining the Doomsday Sect is a choice.
However, I suspect that the upper echelons of the Doomsday Sect are an agency of the Z governnt.
It seems they have so other purpose.
If you can survive within the NW organization, don’t get involved with the Doomsday Sect.
These official organizations have developed decent thods through years of research to control the Mutants’ breakdown problems.
But this will require you to constantly climb the ranks.
That’s why, after knowing your Awakening had failed, I arranged for you to join the NW organization.
Aside from severing ties between you and .
It also allows you to pass the NW organization’s scrutiny.
Because of my being targeted by those FBI fools, you’ll probably face so trouble and coercion, but your life won’t be in danger.
I’ve always believed that you have potential enough that even with a very high mortality rate and still-imperfect Divine Favored I-type reagent, you would be able to Awaken.
I’ve always believed in you!
Of course, if my instincts are wrong, you won’t have a chance to see any of these things.
The USB drive contains data I’ve collected over the years.
When you have ti, you can take a look.
The black iron egg left over is a high-explosive bomb ant for suicide given to by my master.
I’ve made so modifications.
If no one turns it back to its original position by the designated ti, it will explode, destroying both the things I’ve left for you and this house.
Of course, it might also kill you if you’re trying to escape.
Sorry, although it’s cruel, the Kamor family has no need for mbers who flee.
Unfortunately, I can’t leave you my master’s contact information.
He is the most formidable Divine Favored I’ve ever seen.
If I hadn’t t him in my early years, I might have lost myself to an ever-strengthening physique.
He taught a lot.
I can’t leave his information here, lest the letter falls into the wrong hands, disturbing his peaceful life.
However, I can give you so direction.
My master told .
Those organizations have all studied the wrong direction.
The birth of Mutants stems from a powerful ntal spirit.
It’s just that most psychopaths and the ntally ill, with their stronger ntal spirits, are therefore more favored by the Blood Moon.
Not only psychopaths and the ntally ill beco Mutants.
The two… Cause and Effect, are not equivalent.
I’m not sure if this was right.
But I strongly agreed.
Even though I enjoyed tornting those animals since I was a child, to assert my strength,
I always thought it was part of a man’s growing process.
Only with ruthlessness and power could I lead the Kamor family to rise.
Unfortunately, I did not understand the importance of wisdom and insight.
By the ti I realized it, it had beco exceedingly difficult to maintain a calm spirit for growth.
Brian, that’s one of the reasons I valued you.
The despair that arises from the destruction of one’s inner goodness, though it may have so lingering effects, if you can withstand it, it can quickly fortify a person’s soul, and also make it easier for you to awaken into a powerful Divine Favored.
To maintain reason afterwards,
you must reconstruct the goodness within your heart to resist the desires that erode you continually.
So choose religious faith.
So choose self-exile.
My choice was family.
This process is very arduous.
I hope you can persevere.
I’m sorry, Brian.
Really sorry.
Since I was a child, I was indoctrinated with the notion of sacrificing for the family; I once despised this destiny bound by obligations, believing by my own efforts I could lead the Kamor family to restore the mafia’s glory.
Subsequent setbacks made realize my powerlessness.
I never expected that I would beco what I hated the most in the end.
In the end…
You might wonder why I emphasized vision and insight earlier yet persisted in transforming you into a monster like myself, making you part of a group that society shuns.
I cannot tell you why.
But in this age of rigid social hierarchy, the quickest way for a family with no depth to rise is through the status of a Divine Favored.
With this status, you can cross class boundaries.
When those people co for you, you’ll understand why.
Until then, hide your true self.
— Your family mber, Billy.
…
After reading the letter, Brian rolled his eyes.
Complete lunatic!
No one likes having fate forced upon them.
This feeling was like being pushed into the Abyss by elders who didn’t care whether you lived or died, shouting for your greater good while ignoring your opposition.
Given another chance, Brian would still not go easy on Billy.
He was a simple man; he treated others well who treated him well, judging by actions, not intentions.
Unless he knew in advance and willingly chose to be resentful.
Otherwise, any deceit and betrayal were a challenge to the sensitive Brian’s bottom line.
…
But all that was in the past now.
Death absolves all debts.
Considering the vast inheritance his great-uncle left behind, Brian didn’t bother to delve any further.
The mountain that had been pressing down on his head was gone.
He could finally live for himself!
Billy’s other inheritances were stashed away in various safe houses, making them temporarily uncountable.
But the imdiate benefits were ready at hand!
Brian put down the letter.
He first twisted the black tal egg back into place to avoid blowing himself up, then imdiately turned his attention to the tal syringe.
Suppressant!
The obsession left behind by Strawman, the Class S fugitive, was indeed the Suppressant!
That must have been a Mutant on the verge of losing control.
Strawman’s death was too sloppy, blown to pieces by a shot from Brian.
But considering he could easily take down so many FBI agents to earn the na of a Class S fugitive, there was no way he was that weak.
Brian was curious about the Mutant’s ability.
He wiped his hands sincerely, and picked up the Suppressant from the box.
He wondered what kind of Gift this obsession would bring him!
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