Blood, staining the ground red.
Dozens of men and women's bodies, heads separated... It was just a thought for the young man.
The long sword wrapped in raging flames points diagonally...
Frank Becky paused while playing with the "Infinite" pistol, holding a cigarette, squinting to look... Just using "Stabilize" to screen out Roy's [En], and then began to sway, leaking a hint of heart.
"Such a fast sword!"
In the blink of an eye, he killed the elite squad he had painstakingly assembled, Frank Becky didn't expect to casually encounter a "compatriot" who turned out to be such a tough guy!
Immediately calming down, he took out a cigarette and tossed it over: "Friend, it's all a misunderstanding."
Frank Becky exhaled a ring of smoke, seemingly indifferent to the death of his subordinates, forcing a smile: "We're all rejected, you must have 'heard' just now, doing this job isn't easy, it's all for a 'status'..."
He deliberately glanced at the back of Roy's hand, hinting: "As they say, acquaintance is born from conflict. Let's be friends, even..."
Frank Becky paused, opened his arms towards Roy: "Bro, you don't want to be 'marked' forever, right? Just my men died, you're alone, why not team up? I happen to have some connections with Lord Benjamin of Maple Town, he might help remove that 'mark' from your hand..."
Roy: "I killed your subordinates."
Frank Becky sneered: "Useless dead wastes are just dead, doesn't the sun rise all the same each day?"
At that time, the sun was setting, sunlight filtering through the giant forest, casting speckled light...
Frank Becky extinguished the cigarette end and casually tossed it: "I, the boss, don't care, why should you, bro?"
Roy remained silent... He didn't care, just felt... sorrow...
Nelson, Katie, Torre, Muto, Olivia and others' bodies lay quietly before him, transparent shadows rising from their bodies, some howling up at the sky... others dazed... some hugging their knees, burying their faces in tears... some looking around with immense attachment to this familiar yet strange world, moments later...
All held their chests and bowed to Roy, transforming into speckled light, forming strands of "Life Energy" which entered Roy's body...
In that moment, Roy realized—
These spirits were all the rejected captured as prey by the pot-bellied man before him, organization's "4K Party", handed over to the Storm Church... They were either hanged, sacrificed as offerings to the [Storm], their lamps lit, or used as materials to satisfy the perverse desires of some dark-minded clergy within the church...
Among them, Roy noticed a young girl, due to her fair appearance, Frank Becky had specially had her dressed up by a "Beautician" at night, then delivered to the so-called Lord Benjamin, only to be discovered in the garbage bin the next day...
Back then, the girl naked, exposed under the sun, body almost pierced from below upward,
Covered in bruises all over like a doll discarded at any time, eyes protruding in unwillingness "looking" at this world, as if questioning, as if shouting...
"Little Mary." Roy quietly spoke her name.
"Her ah..." Frank Becky smiled: "I remember her... She was lucky to catch Lord Benjamin's eye, she didn't live in vain."
Frank Becky noticed Roy's indifferent gaze, took out another cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath and said: "Don't look at me like that, we, the rejected, mean less than dogs to those big shots, killed for fun, so what?"
He advised as a "someone who's been there": "Bro, you will feel anger, feel rage, I completely understand."
"But, precisely because of anger, because of dissatisfaction, we must face reality seriously, right?"
"Only [status], only [status], can return us to the embrace of [God], truly be treated as [humans]!"
Frank Becky looked calmly at Roy: "That's why I founded the '4K Party' in the first place."
Roy remained silent,
Frank Becky finished speaking, quietly smoking while waiting...
After a moment, the young man nodded: "Alright."
Seeing this, Frank Becky laughed heartily: "He who understands the times is a great person, bro, congratulations on making the right choice."
"Joy shared... joy shared..." Roy opened his arms, embracing Frank Becky's open hands... Perhaps feeling insincerity, new arms grew beneath the ribs, immediately activating [Arm Regeneration], hands forming sharp blades, two [Snake Lives] viciously striking towards Frank Becky's back!
"Bang bang bang..."
Several gunshots sounded, firing Nen Bullets to force Roy back... Frank Becky spat out the cigarette, pointed the gun at Roy, face darkened: "You damn betrayed me!"
"Ding... ding... ding..."
The short striking reemerged, caught in Roy's hand, casually slicing through the Nen Bullets, looking at Frank Becky, the young man gaze indifferent, like looking at a dead man... "Don't say something so unpleasant, it was you who betrayed yourself."
Sending "compatriots" on the way, pledging allegiance to the [Storm], his traitorous actions are evident... Roy gently stroked the short strike with two fingers, recalling Little Mary's bright and fair face, stripped naked and discarded in the trash, desperate, unwilling, painful, numb...
Lowly murmuring: "Rest assured, I will avenge you."