Chapter 1429: Chapter 156: As a Tyrant
The silver-gray leopard came stepping on clouds, then stepped down to the void, and finally landed in the yard—this is Mr. Smith’s house… Because the town is remote, there is quite a distance between ordinary families’ houses.
After landing, Nero loosened her mouth and directly threw Joe onto the ground.
She obviously wasn’t being gentle, so Joe unfortunately fell and felt some pain… He got up from the ground, rubbed his sore butt from the fall, and spat out the grass that had gotten into his mouth.
Nero at this moment transformed into a cloud of black mist, then reverted to her original form—just saw Nero holding a beer in her hand, biting off the cap with her teeth and drinking.
Evidently, when leaving Mr. Smith’s restaurant, she had conveniently taken something with her.
“Oh, the environment here seems nice,” Nero said, surveying the surroundings and menting, “If something were to happen, it really wouldn’t be easily discovered.”
Joe curiously asked, “What would happen?”
Nero squinted her eyes and smiled: “For example, oh the house caught fire, or suddenly some robbers broke in and killed all the people inside the house, or maybe a crocodile that hasn’t eaten for ten days climbs in!”
“Big sister, you’re so interesting!” Joe looked innocently, obviously kids don’t know fear.
Nero then squatted down, stretched out her hands, each pinching one of Joe’s cheeks, pulling them gently—the collagen in a child’s cheeks is invincible, and when she let go, the pulled cheeks bounced back to their original shape.
Nero couldn’t stop her hands, pulling several times repeatedly, only when Joe’s eyes turned slightly red did she say: “Alright, call out Mr. Death you talked about.”
Joe shook his head and said: “I can’t see Mr. Death now.”
“So you are teasing me, aren’t you?” Nero squinted her eyes, “This time I will really eat you! Take a bite, then chew open, and then your blood and your brain matter will explode like a water-filled balloon, and all around will be stained with your body fluids.”
Perhaps because the description was too detailed, Joe could easily imagine it. His face paled at once, and he turned around frightened and ran back into the house.
Nero did not chase after him, not even intending to move, just watched Joe run back into the house.
The door closed immediately, and Joe looked out from the nearby window… But Joe found he could no longer see the strange and powerful big sister.
He couldn’t help but feel strange, observed for quite a while, then tentatively opened the back door of the house bit by bit, trying to see more of the yard…still no discovery.
Just at this moment, suddenly a terrifying head hung down with a long neck on the door frame—Joe was truly scared this time, falling back onto the ground.
A gust of black wind blew into the house, once again transforming into a human form, revealing Nero, who had just disappeared. Joe quickly got up from the ground.
He was like a curious kitten, facing the unknown, hesitating whether to approach, standing there in a daze.
Nero pletely ignored Joe’s current state, casually flipping through things in the living room.
“Who? Who’s there?”
At this moment, footsteps came from upstairs, acpanied by a voice questioning… It was Lady Elura’s voice—Lady Elura soon appeared at the stairway.
She saw Joe first upon returning, and hurried down the stairs. Joe suddenly panicked and subconsciously looked at Nero, but once again lost sight of the quirky big sister.
“Joe, when did you e back? Where is Smith?” Lady Elura came to Joe, saw his messy appearance, couldn’t help but reach out to clean him.
But at this moment, Lady Elura noticed her five-year-old grandson showing a surprised look towards her, making her feel quite puzzled.
It turned out, Nero, who had disappeared, appeared behind Lady Elura at some point—her hands even transformed into elephant ears, quietly hanging behind Lady Elura’s ears.
This prank made Joe laugh out loud, but it only baffled Lady Elura more. She frowned and said: “Joe, keep your voice down, your mother is sleeping, she needs more rest, don’t wake her up.”
“I’m going to my room.” Joe just lowered his head, quickly said a word, and ran away from Lady Elura—straight to his room.
Lady Elura opened her mouth, unable to say the apology promised to Mr. Smith for Joe—she couldn’t help but shake her head.
Lady Elura quickly headed to the kitchen, she needed to prepare some afternoon tea for pregnant Deborah.
But at this time, Lady Elura suddenly pinched her neck—recently she felt particularly tired, thinking it was because she had to take care of Deborah, but somehow now felt her body relaxed, seemingly much more fortable.
She didn’t know why, but her mood suddenly improved… A cloud of black mist slowly descended from behind Lady Elura, landed on the ground, then gradually grew taller… Nero appeared again.
Only this time there was something more in her palm… It was a furry spider, emitting some gray smoke, about the size of a ping pong ball!
The spider faced Nero, baring its fangs and claws… Nero blinked, her fingers suddenly contracted, directly grasping the spider into a fist, squeezing it into a mass.
Next, she threw the mass of the spider into her mouth—swallowed the crushed spider whole.
Nero touched her stomach, then stuck out her tongue, pretended to retch, “Tastes terrible…”
She turned around, walked toward Joe’s room, did not knock, just passed through the door, saw Joe sitting at the table, writing something.
Nero quietly came behind Joe, seemingly intending to scare this kid again—she saw Joe writing something on a small note.
[I-don’t-want-to-die.]
She couldn’t help but curiously ask: “What are you writing this for?”
This time Joe wasn’t scared, finished writing this note, and began writing another, “To tell God.”
Nero blinked, “Do you know where God is?”
“In heaven,” Joe slowly said, “Mom says heaven is in the sky, God lives in heaven, so He’s up there.”
Nero thought for a moment and said, “So you tie the note to a balloon, let the balloon help you take the note to the sky, let God know.”
Joe nodded.
Nero sat directly on the table at this time, casually picked up a note that Joe had written, “Did God give you a response?”
Joe shook his head, looked at Nero and said, “He probably didn’t receive the letter I wrote to Him. Mr. Balloon might have been blown away by the wind before he reached heaven, so I need to write more letters.”
“There must be one that can reach heaven… right.” Nero suddenly muttered, staring at the little boy without blinking.
She received a sure and unwavering gaze.
For a while, Nero expressionlessly tore the note in front of Joe… In response to Joe’s confused and open-mouthed reaction, Nero calmly said, “Even if you launch all the balloons in the world to the sky, God will never receive your letter.”
Joe just looked and looked, then burst into tears—this little boy was rather interesting when crying, his eyes reddened, tears swirled inside his eyes, and he would occasionally sniff.
He started writing notes again, one after another.
Nero obviously had no intention of coaxing, as if making the little boy cry was an achievement worth celebrating, she pulled open the drawer, took out a bottle of chocolate beans and began to eat.
She might be a mouse attribute… and mice always hide in dark corners, possessing unimaginable foraging abilities—they even eat anything, as long as they can survive.
“This is mine!” Joe couldn’t bear it anymore, crying and sniffing, he protested.
“Why don’t you hit me~” Nero looked at him with a sunny smile.
At this moment, Joe gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up, and stared hatefully at the very bad big sister—but his gaze quickly turned fearful.
Still with a smiling face, Nero seemed to have noticed something, she swiftly turned back—at that moment, her gaze was not the playful one when bullying the little guy, but like a killing machine.
There was nothing outside the room’s window—but on a branch outside the window, at this time, there stood a small sparrow… The sparrow just stared at this room.
“Heh… seems like it’s hard not to take action now.” Nero sneered, jumped down from the table.
She flipped her palm, poured out a few chocolate beans, and stuffed them into Joe’s mouth, “Little dog, don’t eat them all, save some for me!”
Before Joe could react, she transformed into black mist, flew out through the window slit, towards the little sparrow—meanwhile, the sparrow, as if sensing danger, fluttered its wings and flew off the branch.
…
In the air, the black mist transformed into a silver-gray leopard, directly chasing behind the sparrow—the leopard did not rush to catch the little sparrow, just followed leisurely, until the sparrow flew several miles away, heading into an abandoned warehouse.
The warehouse was dim, with all openings covered with curtains—even some places were directly nailed with boards.
When Nero, transformed into a silver-gray leopard, walked into the warehouse, the little sparrow was standing on an old tractor’s hood.
The sparrow suddenly uttered a sound… a low human voice.
“Are you a Druid?”
“If you think so, then I am,” Nero in her silver-gray leopard form casually said, “You can regard me as a Druid passing by, driven by justice, there’s no harm in that, Mr. Death.”
The sparrow did not speak this time, just shook its head left and right, seemingly better to observe the silver-gray leopard before it… For a while, it then spoke again, “If there’s nothing special, I hope you don’t e near the Smith family.”
“They’re your possession?” Nero curiously asked.
“I’m just doing my job,” [the sparrow] said calmly at this time, “Not keen on too much conflict… I know some elder Druids, so I’m not interested in making an enemy of you.”
“Oh!” Nero chuckled at this time, “Forgot to tell you that besides being driven by justice, I’m also a villain, Mr. Death… Plus, I’m quite interested in the little dog, before I’m tired of playing, no one else is allowed to touch my prey~”
“Then there’s no other way.” [The sparrow] shook its head, “Looks like I’ll have to repel you… my apologies.”
With that said, the sparrow suddenly flew up, and at the same time its body started to grow… In an instant, the small sparrow turned into a giant eagle with wings spreading three meters long!
Sharp claws reached directly for Nero in her silver-gray leopard form, sharp eagle beak, like steel, even gleaming coldly.
This dive wasn’t particularly unexpected, but the speed was extremely fast—yet it still couldn’t tackle the enigmatic leopard.
Nero, while effortlessly bating the giant eagle, said, “Mr. Death, you seem more like a Druid, your shapeshifting technique is quite decent indeed.”
It was evident that the giant eagle did not expect the leopard to be more difficult than imagined, it increased its power but still could not deal with it… Even, in a situation where it didn’t react, the giant eagle was pinned to the ground by the leopard.
Transformed into a leopard, Nero at this time pressed the eagle’s wings and legs with her limbs, lowered her head, blowing warm air on the back of the eagle’s neck, “Mr. Death, do you prefer it intense or gentle?”
Without waiting for its response… without even waiting for it to speak, Nero reached out her claws, without a word, ripped a terrifying wound on the back of the giant eagle.
The piercing scream sounded, the eagle’s body began to twitch violently… Nero raised her claw, lightly licking the blood on her claw.
She had been a Black Soul for some time, but not long—a tyrant yet, from childhood nurtured to bee a fighter of the Michael Club.
Tyrant… Nero!
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