Soul Of Negary Chapter 112 - Vol2 Ch10: A Thoroughly Insane Person

Chapter 112: Vol2 Ch10: A thoroughly insane person

Translator: La0o9

In a dimly lit room, the walls were covered with various photos. The people in those photos were all well-dressed and well-groomed, but some of them had been crossed out in red.

“Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds…” a person in the darkness said with a look of pain on his face.

Knock knock.

A curt sound of someone knocking came from outside the door.

The man looked through the cat’s eye on the door, then opened it and questioned with a low voice: “Didn’t you say you weren’t going to come here again? w.a.n.g Zhao”

“Sorry for not keeping my words” the one standing on the other side of the door was a relatively handsome youngster with a bright smile: “Because one of my tenants died unexpectedly, the people of the D.E.R division caught my tail and now I’m wanted all over the city”

“That’s why I came here to pay you a visit, while giving you a hand at the same time” w.a.n.g Zhang smiled with squinted eyes, looking at the man who didn’t seem intent on letting him inside and said without a care: “You should’ve sensed it as well, the Disasforce that appeared in the sky that night”

“A new Disaster King has been born, and this is his information” w.a.n.g Zhao tossed a bag of doc.u.ments on the ground. His Disasforce surged forward, but strangely, the fluctuations it gave off was incredibly minute, as if it was being obstructed by something.

In fact, if you weren’t standing in front of him, you wouldn’t be able to detect Disasforce coming from him at all.

“Do you want me to become even more insane?” the man covered his face and groaned in pain.

“Isn’t that exactly what you need?” w.a.n.g Zhao’s surging Disasforce stopped, he grinned and swiftly left, leaving the groaning man in pain.

…

According to statistics, about 1/3rd of all crimes were committed on impulse, while 60% of crimes with casualties were impulsive, unplanned crimes. Everyone had emotions, but when their rationality was overcome by their emotions, most of their restraints would be swiftly undone and abandoned.

Authority: [Crime Disaster]. Its function was to force one’s emotions to completely overpower their rationality and release the evil beast locked by the shackles of morality within their heart.

A person affected by this Authority would have their rationality slowly replaced by the emotion that was most likely going to cause them to commit a crime. If they had hatred in their hearts, they would be dominated by hatred, if they had greed, they would be dominated by greed.

…

As the sky grew brighter, people of various kinds began to fill the streets.

Killer J was riding on a skateboard, agilely moving along the crowd while occasionally giving off a Disasforce reaction, there were faint white cl.u.s.ters of light that couldn’t be seen by the naked eye at the joints on his body.

That was his power, [Animosity Manipulation], due to not accepting a True Spirit, his control over this body was weakened, giving him no choice but to use [Animosity Manipulation] all over his body to aid him in controlling it.

“Killer J, learn more here” while shuffling along the crowd, Killer J was handing out his business card to everyone he could, making the people who were pursuing and monitoring him clench their teeth in anger.

Killer J’s gaze abruptly froze as he looked forward, as there was another man also handing out flyers.

The man seemed to be middle-aged with a particularly haggard expression. He was wearing a propaganda sign in front of his chest with a thick pile of flyers in his hand, handing them out to the people who walked by.

“Is someone trying to take my business?” Killer J weaved through on his skateboard, took a flyer before looking at the middle-aged man again.

His behaviours and clothing showed that he used to have a relatively wealthy family background, perhaps even a successful person in another person’s eye, but right now, not even the well-kept but old business suit he was wearing could hide his pitiable state.

“I think you might need this” Killer J put his business card in the man’s hand, took a flyer and left.

The flyer told a tragic story. The man who was handing out the flyer was called Wan Heng Yang, originally a successful business owner with a happy family, a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter.

But then, what could be considered a disaster befell him. His wife coincidentally fell in ‘love’, the other party being a well-known public figure of the 6th domain, or perhaps even the entire country. His wife chose to divorce him and married that figure in pursuit of love while he got custody of their daughter.

However, this wasn’t much of a tragedy, as everyone had the right to pursue their own love. The real disaster happened 3 years later, when his 13-year-old daughter went to visit her mother. A few days after this visit, she died of an acute illness caused by heatstroke.

His daughter’s death couldn’t be said to be anything but an unfortunate accident. While stricken by uncontrollable grief, the man could do nothing but to silently endure. However, when he inspected his daughter’s belongings, he found something suspicious.

In her diary, his daughter had written that her mother’s new husband had always given her a strange look whenever they met. His instincts as a father kicked in to tell him that something was wrong, after which he paid for private investigators to dig through and found that the man who stole his wife had a history of rape that had been buried away.

With a heavy heart, he asked to redo his daughter’s autopsy, but found that his daughter’s genitals had already been removed, making it impossible to determine whether or not she had been s.e.xually involved before her death, but such evasive actions had already said it all.

He wanted to prosecute that man, but was told that the incident had already been qualitatively concluded as an accident and that re-prosecution required evidence. Without hesitation, he hired lawyers and investigators to dig up and made the evidence public through reporters, then finally sued him.

However, he still lost the case due to insufficient evidence. The most chilling thing was that his ex-wife, the mother of his daughter had completely disregarded the girl’s death. She resolutely denied that her current husband would do such a thing, instead criticized Wan Heng Yang for trying to sabotage her pursuit of romance and using this matter to get his vengeance.

He had appealed countless times, looking for all sorts of clues and evidence to do so, but were all denied without fail. It had been 19 years since that time, in order to give his daughter justice, he abandoned his successful career and fell to the state that he was in today. What made him feel even more helpless was that in just a few days, the 20-year maximum period of criminal proceedings would run out, crus.h.i.+ng all his hopes of ever bringing that sc.u.m to justice.

Every day, he distributed flyers on the street, hoping to mobilize the power of public opinion to sanction the other party, but his opponent also wasn’t sitting still without doing anything. Many media outlets had warped his image into a sc.u.mbag that went bankrupt and was trying to use his daughter’s death to blackmail for money.

“What pure killing intent that was” Killer J muttered as he folded the flyer in his hand into a paper airplane. As he put his mouth against the tail of the airplane, he lightly blew on it while moving forward, allowing the airplane to slowly but stably fly towards a certain direction: “It’s decided. Killer J’s first job will begin right now, let’s cook up some trouble!!”

…

Wan Heng Yang watched as the strange youth rode away on his skateboard. Looking down briefly at the business card, he threw it aside. Regardless of what the other party wanted to say, he didn’t need a killer. A small Disasforce reaction appeared on his body following the fluctuations of his emotions, but was restrained by something without being able to spread.

If justice cannot be served even after 20 years, then all of them can die along with this case.

As he thought about the doc.u.ment that w.a.n.g Zhao gave him, a sickly smile appeared on Wan Heng Yang’s face.