When Selfishness Triumphs Reason II

(Please your lordship. Give me one more chance and I will make sure to satisfy you. I’m begging you my lord)

(Get away from me bitch!)

*Kick

*Arggghh

(Please.. argg..I will… ah..)

Clay turned his head across the street. There looks to be a magnificent building judging from its designs, it looks like a brothel. However what disturbed him is the voice of the woman who is begging one of the city guards who just came out of the building.

Clay is having a bad premonition. He just saw how the woman was kicked in her stomach and was pushed backwards and despite the pain, she is still trying to get to her feet.

(Please your lordship. I am begging his lordship. Please give me a chance.)

The woman tried to drag herself and wanted to wrap her arms around the guard’s leg.

Clay’s mind is going blank as he moved closer to the scene.

(I said get away from me, bitch.)

“Stop!”

The guard was about to deliver another kick to the woman when he heard a Qi-infused voice telling him to stop.

“Don’t poke your nose into someone’s business, kid.”

*Kick

*Arggghh

The woman was kicked again and this time it was much stronger.

Clay’s mind still confused and seeing the guard kick the weak and defenseless woman, his murderous aura was released.

“You dare go against a city guard, kid? Are you tired of living?”

Clay ignored the guard as he looked at the woman desperately trying to get up. The woman is wearing a see through linen revealing such smooth skin and perfect curvature. Even those two mounds and hips are in perfect proportion. The woman’s is practically a must-sought for men who have needs but the only problem is her face. The woman has body that of a girl that just blossomed and just ripe but she has a face of a fifty year old which is hidden by thick make up.

But Clay is not after the woman’s body. He is looking at the moles located on the woman’s neck, a small birthmark at her back, a deep scar on her wrist, another scar on the left index finger, and finally the woman’s voice.

Ever since Clay reincarnated to this world, there was only one person who had genuinely cared for him. Someone he can consider a true family.

She is none other than his maid, Merea.

Clay could barely move his feet upon confirming it is really his maid. Without him realizing, tears started to form in his eyes. He refused to accept that the person before him is Merea.

Clay felt a pain on his chest as if his heart had been stabbed. His mind is going fuzzy. At the same time, he is getting flashbacks. Even thing that he buried in his memory resurfaced.

He had always managed his emotions but now even memories of his past life flashed before his eyes including those times he wished he could turn back time and correct his mistakes. Those moments when Kirsten was by his side, that time when he accompanied Kirsten at the train station, that time when he let Kirsten made a choice, that wedding when he saw Kirsten was at her happiest with another man.

Scene after scene came back to him until that time when Merea hugged him from behind as they watched the clear night sky. Part of him wanted to return and pay the favor but he chose to move on thinking that Merea will be fine.

He can only blame himself. Clay looked towards the sky and closed his eyes as he tried to contain the agonizing pain that is coursing through his heart and mind.

“Showing such murderous intent towards a guard is punishable by law. In the name of…”

*Zzzp

*Splash!

Right before the city guard could finish his sentence, he saw a gigantic hand appeared out of nowhere and slapped his existence from above.

In an instant, the guard was turned into pulp.

With the burst of horrifying aura, cultivators and mages nearby had been alerted. Even the deacons of the brothel came out of the building and upon seeing the mortifying condition of the city guard, three cultivators sent out distress signals.

*Boom!

Unlike the distress signal Clay had once used to summon reinforcements, the distress signals activated were not as loud and did not form any shape.

Clay ignored his surrounding as he approached Merea who just witnessed the death of the guard.

“Please your lordship. I will do my best to satisfy his lordship. Please this lowly one …”

Merea groveled and wrapped around Clay leg.

“It’s ok now, Merea. It’s me, Clay. Remember me?” Clay extended his arm towards Merea’s cheek.

Merea did not seem to recognize him and begged again.

“This lowly one will do her best to satisfy his lordship….”

“It’s me, Clay. Remember me?”

Clay is doing his best not to lose his mind. Without him knowing, the captain of the city guards is floating above him and is accompanied by at least twenty subordinates.

“Was it you killed my one of men? Do you know what you have done? For killing a city guard, I hereby… Noooo!”

There are three Foundation Establishment floating near the scene and some of the guards scattered to surround Clay but in the blink of an eye, multiple gigantic handmade of Qi stretched behind Clay and grabbed all the reinforcements and squished them all into pulps and dropped like wet clothes on the ground.

“To the owner of this brothel, come out or I will raze this place to ashes.” Seeing that Merea cannot recognize him, Clay infused his voice and shouted towards the building.

Everyone panicked upon with the sight of the guards being squished to death. Everyone ran and hoping not to get involved.

*Boom!

*Boom!

*Boom!

Series of distress signals exploded in the air.

“I said, to the owner of this brothel, reveal yourself or I will kill everyone.”

“Please your lordship. I will do my best…”

*Tick

Clay carefully exploded a portion of his Qi near Merea’s ears to make her unconscious and when she passed out, Clay carried her in his arms.

Almost ten seconds has passed and no has still come out. Clay is aware of his action but he did not care anymore. He wanted to remain rational despite extreme emotional breakdown but he just doesn’t care anymore.

“This is my final warning, to the owner of this brothel, reveal yourself or I will kill everyone.”

Clay could feel people within the brothel are fleeing and he does not know if one of them is the owner so he extended his Qi and catch everyone.

In mere seconds, at least sixty people had been dropped on a space before. Some of them are naked as they were forcefully pulled out from the building while they were in the middle of their business.

“Please young master, I am not the owner and was merely passing by.”

“I am not the owner as well and I beg this young master to give me mercy.”

“Please don’t kill me. I know the owner. It’s that man wearing green robes.”

“Yes, that’s him young master. He is the owner of the brothel.”

Clay’s eyes are empty as he look and listen to everyone begging for their lives.

“It’s this person you are after young master. Please let us live.”

In the presence of death, everyone is getting desperate. Clay had already surrounded the area with his aura infused with minimal Dao power so no one can activate their Qi and Mana.

*Thud

A fat man was pushed and thrown forward in front of Clay. The man is a proud and wealthy merchant but afraid that the Clay would immediately kill him, he kneeled with his forehead on the ground.

“Please young master. I don’t know how I offended this young master but I will use every coin in my wallet to repay this benevolent master.”

“Tell me what’s wrong with this woman.” Clay slowly said.

The owner of the brothel lifted his head and saw the unconscious woman lying on Clay arms. He wanted to answer but right at this moment, a powerful figure showed up above Clay again and this time, and Early Core Formation expert.

“Was it you who dare disturb the peace of this city?”

The owner of the brothel was suddenly elated at the arrival of one of the protectors of the city. As a wealthy man, he has connections and is more than willing to pay a huge sum for rescue.

“It’s this derange man who killed everyone. I ask the protector to bring justice!” The fat man stood on his feet and pointed towards Clay stepped backwards.

Even the protector was shocked as he observed the scene. Such pitiful way for someone to die. He has questions but the gruesome sight of everyone dead just wants him to apprehend Clay and torture him to death. His aura burst out as he summoned his weapon however right after his spear materialized on his hand, he felt a monstrous aura that passed through is Qi barrier and into his meridians.

*Argggghhh

The protector’s flow of Qi was disrupted and at the same time, a giant hand grabbed him.

Clay used his Qi to bring the protector in front of everyone and the moment the person landed, Clay squished his head.

*Splash

Blood splattered everyone. In mere three seconds, the hero everyone expected died in the most horrifying way.

*Thud

The headless body of the protector dropped to the ground.

“I’m trying not to lose my patience. Tell me what’s wrong with this woman.”

Everyone kneeled this time and did not utter a word. Except for the owner of the brothel who is beyond pathetic.

“Please young master. She was a slave brought to the brothel and I don’t know where she came from. Please give me time and I will mobilize my men to …”

Clay was listening when he suddenly heard another voice it and it was infused not with Qi but with Mana.

“I know what’s wrong with her but unfortunately, we’ll need time to investigate her past.”

Clay activated his wings to greet the Elven mage who just arrived and is floating above him. Merea is still within his arms.

“My name is Ngara and I am the city lord. I don’t know how we’ve offended this young master but I ..”

“Tell me what’s wrong with her.”

Clay is barely holding his sanity. He no longer held anyone in regard that even the 8TH-Circle Mage before him looks like an insect.

“She’s been fed with a vial of Hineya Solution. Producing Yin-Yang soldiers requires delicate preparation that the womb of their mothers must not have the slightest sign of rejection. She is one of those rejects and as a side effect, she will slowly lose her ability to reason and the skin on her face will rapidly age but in return will gain an unusually beautify body.”

“How long does she has and can it be cured?”

“People like here can live for as long as it requires but the owners of these slaves usually give them euthanasia. I have yet to know someone who has delved into such cure.”

“Do you know where this woman was experimented on?”

Clay and Mage Ngara is having a serious conversation and were suddenly disrupted by a loud voice. The owner of the voice was from a cultivator who is the ground kneeling before the body of the headless protector.

“You think you can leave here with your body intact? I will kill everyone close to you and gut them..”

*Splash

The cultivator was not given a chance to finish his sentence when a hand came crushing towards him.

The only thing that matters to Clay now is Merea’s condition and how to cure here. If killing everyone in this city will heal her, he will paint the whole city with everyone’s blood.

“Do you know where this woman was experimented on?”

Mage Ngara knew who the person who was just killed and he wanted to save him but even he cannot even fathom Clay’s real strength. If compared to the bone chilling and terrifying strength of a goblin he had once encountered, Clay’s strength is a thousand time stronger. In truth, he can barely control his mana just staying near Clay. It never occurred to him that humans have always had someone this powerful.

“The only mages authorized to produce Yin-Yang soldiers are selected few from Ulfinar Circle Mages. They have a branch tower northwest at the border of Rama. It is currently lead by a 9TH Circle Mage. His name is Baum. I hope we can..”

“Can you send someone to investigate this woman’s past? I’ll find time to repay this friend.”

When Mage Ngara heard “friend”, he saw hope of saving everyone in the city but before he could respond, Clay further levitated and in a blink of eye, he was gone.

Ngara clenched his teeth. He was on the verge of activating a Class S distress signal to summon the most powerful figures to contain the monster.

He just hopes that Mage Baum will receive his message before it is too late.