Clown Game-Chapter 240 - 227: The Man with the Baseball Cap (Part 1)
"Thank you," Bai Xiong said as he tucked the photo into his inner pocket. ๐ป๐๐๐ฆ๐ธ๐๐ท๐โด๐ฃ๐ฆ๐.๐ธโด๐ฎ
The guy in the baseball cap sneered, "No need for that, I know youโre not really thankful for anything."
Bai Xiong maintained a calm and steady face.
"Indeed,"
"What? Youโre actually admitting it!"
Bai Xiong didnโt continue the conversation, instead, he pulled out a file folder from under his mattress, "These are his past medical records, of course, theyโre useless."
The guy with the baseball cap took the file, shrugged his shoulders, and thought, whatever, Iโm just a messenger, these things can be dumped off to that kid A-Ming to deal with.
After that, as usual... with some inconsequential noise, the room was once again left with only Bai Xiong.
So, letโs talk about this guy with the baseball cap.
With a fierce face and the image of a scum sitting on the streets smoking, even in broad daylight, a girl would not hesitate to avoid someone like him.
Pssh, he doesnโt care about that anyway.
As for his nameโthat isnโt important. We only need to know about that fierce face always wearing a baseball cap.
He led a colorful life; his father died in a gang fight, his mother abandoned him and his sister, to survive he hung out with a bunch of good-for-nothings, stealing wallets from passersby, part of a third-rate motorcycle gang hollering in the streets at night, and often hired as a thug in brawls between rich kids. In short, he was the "scumbag" that everyone loathed, struggling for survival in the dark corners.
Oh, itโs worth mentioning that despite all this, he still managed to keep his sister in school... Actually, this kind of story isnโt just a manga plot devised to evoke sympathy; in real life, such people are common. Everyone needs something to cling to, and the more precarious oneโs survival, the fiercer the person, the more they understand the value of what they hold dear. Just like this guy with the baseball cap, he truly understands the meaning of "relying on each other for survival."
Of course, the plot of life always changes.
If not for the better, then for the worse.
And his script was clearly the latter.
At about the age of eighteen, he discovered that he had awakened some power... he could move from one place to another instantaneously.
For someone who lurked in alley corners, whose livelihood depended on intimidating others, this was undoubtedly a gift from God. He even thought he was the protagonist of some novel.
Well, as I said, this is a tragedy. Because right after that, he got caught... by an organization he should have known about long ago.
And it wasnโt until many years later, when he was rescued, that he learned the name of this organization was the "Order Foundation."
So, what was his life like at the Foundation?
He was treated like an experimental subject. In a confined space, large or small, he cooperated with the researchers in hazmat suits, repeatedly demonstrating his ability to teleport until he was totally exhausted. He underwent endless tests, scans he couldnโt even name, his body pierced with tubes, pain tests, biopsies, then soaked in a viscous liquid waiting for the regeneration of damaged parts of his body, and then repeat, repeat...
During this time, he maintained a cooperative attitude... After all, the Foundation took good care of his daily needs, and as long as his requests werenโt too excessive, they would be grantedโespecially since they provided absolute safety and financial support for his sister.
These were all things he had always been chasing afterโso for a while, he was even thankful to the Foundation.
But letโs stress it one more time, this is a tragedy. The real tragedy began during an experiment when someone they called a "volunteer" moved along with him at his side!!!
Yes, the Foundation discovered he could transport anything he touched along with him! This discovery seemed to cause an uproar, as he changed from a "common anomaly" to a "valuable one."
However, it seems he wasnโt always able to complete this ability every time; in some experiments, he only took part of the volunteers...
And the Foundationโs response to this was... training!
Those people crazily made him practice his ability, starting from initial requests for cooperation, to demands~ to commands, and finally... to coercion!
Yes, just as you are thinking, they eventually extended their devilโs claws toward his sister~
Because a person shows absolutely different things when faced with temptation compared to when a knife is held to their throat.
At that time, he finally realized that there were carrots, but when carrots were ineffective, those people would not hesitate to use the whip.
They stimulated him with countless methods he could think of, or could not even imagine,
This whip... in the end, led to his sister... dying before his very eyes!
Of course, this method finally allowed his ability to be fully mastered. From the Foundationโs perspective, it was a great success.
So... what was the purpose of the Foundation doing all this?
Haha
To save the world, of course.
Indeed, the Foundation is an organization that saves the world, because without them, who knows what this world would turn into.
At least thatโs how it seems~
And his ability, no matter under what circumstances, could play an extremely powerful role; in other words, he could inscribe an irreplaceable mark in the Chapter of world salvation.
Right, just as he thought, he indeed became the hero who saved the world, just like those in the comics.
But... what was the use of that...
When watching the only person he cared about become an instrument used to stimulate him into becoming a world-saving hero, and suffering unimaginably for it, what does the world matter?
Indeed, the world is still beautiful, with so many kind, warm people living in it, and itโs still worth saving~
But what does that have to do with him~ He was just the person who was forcibly pushed into the spotlight.
This wasnโt dedication, nor was it giving up something for the sake of the world... not even a matter of moral principles.
Put away your moral principles as a bystander.
He wasnโt the train driver who had to choose whether to run over one person or ten... but the person already tied to the tracks!
And he had already been run over.
Well~ no matter what, there will definitely be people who spit on him, who accuse him, just like before when he hid in the shadows of the street corners... Bystanders, always the most righteous.
(The above is just the worldview of the man in the baseball cap~ indeed quite adolescent... but this does not represent personal opinions. If you want to criticize~ please criticize this person whose name you donโt even know~ hehehe)
