CHAPTER 91: Boundless Hatred [(Part-2)/2]

***Jay's POV***

Ignoring others around me, I looked at the weak-looking youth in the wheelchair whose face was mostly covered by his long hair.

I probed the comatosed youth's consciousness to find the root cause of his hatred.

The hatred in his consciousness was so intense that I had to enter the state of harmony to stay unaffected by it.

With my high processing power, it took me just a second to go through all his memories, and gain a clear understanding on how he became like that.

Kay tapped my arm and asked, "Brother, What happened to him?"

At that moment, I could have just revealed to Kay what happened to the youth in a wheelchair in front of them. But instead of that, I said, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Then, I connected Kay's consciousness to that of the youth in the wheelchair, to have Kay experience the life of that pale youth, and the injustice he had been through to accumulate such hatred, even though he was in a coma.

The comatosed youth's name was 'Moro'. He was born with a mental disorder which makes him incapable of expressing emotions. Because of that disorder, he never laughed or cried in his whole life.

However, he could feel all those emotions just like anyone. Other than that, his mental disorder also affects his ability to focus, making him unable to concentrate on one thing for long periods of time.

With both of these combined, he was viewed as a freak at his school.

Even though Moro's fellow classmates bullied him, and called him 'mentally retarded', he didn't ever complain about why he couldn't be normal like the others, and just be born without a mental disorder. This was because of his loving and understanding family, which he was extremely grateful for.

Moro's father worked as a cop, mother a housewife, and a cute sister who was four years younger than him.

To Moro, his house was the only place where he was treated like a normal person. But, all of that changed when he was 14 years old, as several gangsters rained down bullets on Moro's house when they were having a family dinner.

Moro's father was a well-accomplished cop who took down several criminals and some of the most dangerous ones, among those was their city's drug lord.

Those gangster's were precisely that drug lord's underlings. One of those bullets hit Moro on his spinal vertebrae, paralysing him.

Moro's father died on the spot with a bullet to his head, whereas his mother took a few bullets to her back, as she shielded his 10-year old sister with her own body.

But even then two bullets had managed to pierce his sister's gut, as she fell right beside Moro.

It didn't take long for his mother, who was riddled with bullets, to die.

Even though Moro was able to watch and hear everything in front of him, he wasn't able to move his body with the spinal injury.

All he could do was watch his 10-year-old sister cry and call out for Moro, as she drowned in her own blood, before dying with her eyes open.

With the peculiar mental disorder, he couldn't even shed tears as his life was turned upside down in a matter of minutes.

That was how his hatred budded into existence.

Moro badly wanted all of that to be a dream. But, every passing second proved it to be reality as medics and police soon arrived at their house.

On the way to the nearby hospital, Moro overheard medics talking amongst each other that his sister would have survived, if the neighbours would have entered his house and do a simple first-aid procedure, like applying pressure on the wounds.

But none of them helped, fearing that those criminals would target them later if they found out about it.

From the moment he learned that, Moro's hatred didn't just include criminals, but also the society that stood by without helping their family.

A few days after that incident, two cops that were his father's colleagues visited Moro's ward, and he could only helplessly witness as they pulled out his oxygen supply, leaving him to die.

But to Moro's luck, soon a nurse noticed that and switched on the oxygen supply when he was at the verge of death.

Even though Moro managed to survive, he was pulled into a permanent coma, where he had lost his last hope for justice, with the cops themselves trying to kill him.

That only helped to develop his hatred even more, and even though he was in a coma, he could hear everything happening, and strangely, he had his eyes open every day from then on.

With none of his relatives stepping forward to look after Moro, he was left in the care of the hospital that he was admitted in.

Eventually, the doctors found the peculiar state of the coma that Moro was in, and used him as a coma case study patient for the medical students.

Days passed, and with his mental disorder, the hatred in him continued to accumulate without any form of outlet.

All the love for his family turned into hatred for the world that failed him.

8 years passed since then, and Moro's hatred reached a point where his consciousness was completely engulfed in hatred and vengeance on the entirety of humanity.

Soon, the professor called security guards and they shouted at us to quickly leave the seminar room, or they would take action against us.

The seminar room was filled with the noise of the students throwing insults at us, who intruded in there.

When those security guards were about to reach us, Kay opened his eyes as he woke up from experiencing Moro's memories.

His body began to shake involuntarily from the injustice Moro had been put through, and he let out a shout, "Silence!!!"

Without even realising it himself, Kay managed to awaken an innate exclusive Skill and used it while he shouted.

Except for me, everyone in the room froze in their tracks like statues, and the room turned dead silent.

I looked at the notification that popped up in my vision.

[Earth Origin Sigil holder awakened 's 3rd Innate Exclusive Skill; .]

is an AoE buff type skill, as it would increase 10% stats of all allies along with their recovery rates for a period of time.

Other than that, it could also be used like tier suppression. However, it didn't need the user to have a higher tier than the targets, as it just needs to have higher overall stats.

With the looted stats I send through the Origin Sigil, his overall stats already reached 150, nearly three times that of what an average human would have.

If not for the time that would take to adjust to the improved Stats, I would have transferred more looted stats to him.

Everyone in the room could only stay frozen while looking at Kay, as they needed permission to even move under his presence.

Ignoring them, Kay crouched over in front of Moro, who could see and hear everything that's happening around him and said in a soft tone, "Moro, you have been through things no one should have suffered. Even though I can't feel the pain you went through, I can imagine it to some extent.

I am going to take you with me. You don't ever have to stay here anymore and be treated as a case study subject. I swear to bring justice to you."

I quietly stood beside Kay and didn't interfere with his decision. To me, there wasn't much of a difference if Kay brought Moro with us or not.

But, what I did care about was how it would affect my brother. The reason I let Kay experience the tragic events in Moro's life was so that he could see the dark side of humanity for himself.

Even though I went out of line to impose my brother with such tragic experiences, I still did it in order to prepare him for the dog-eat-dog world that the Earth would soon become.

Because, if he stayed the same way, he would be taken advantage of, just like how it happened with our enterprise a few years back.

Since I could read his mind, I could see that Kay realised the reason why I pulled such a stunt on him. However, the only thing he asked me was if there was a way to save Moro from coma.

Kay was relieved when I nodded at him. Because of the boundless hatred that Moro managed to stack up over the course of these 8 years, most of his active consciousness was consumed by intense hatred, and what's left of sanity had been engulfed by his hatred.

That hatred somehow managed to save his inner consciousness from deteriorating to the no-return stage that my grandfather reached.

I could just have MJ customise a spirit engineered medicine that could wake Moro from coma. If that didn't work out, then I could just use a Grade-3 Spirit Fruit, and with the state he was in, that would do the trick.

But I had other things in mind for him.

The moment when I met Moro, MJ used his Tier-4 System access, to find what the category of his preselected Innate Talent was.

Then, he found out that it was of Variant Category, but the baffling part came after that, because besides an Innate Talent, he was also chosen by a Bloodline.

When I learned about it, I immediately knew that I had hit a jackpot.