I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 159: She did not feel despair

Warning: Graphic description of death

He stepped forward and his temperament suddenly changed, the sword in his hand was extremely firm. It was like a green pine rooted on a precipice, righteous and lofty.

For a second, Helena did not feel like this person was an enemy here to kill her and her team but a righteous god here to deliver holy judgment on her.

She clenched her fist. She seemed to recollect various junctions in her life that she could leave but she didn’t. The moment she joined the Phantom, it was like a one-way road without any chance to return. Wasn’t there a saying that those who live by the sword would die by the sword? ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

The person looking at her did not have any empathy or sympathy in his eyes, he just stared at her with an indifferent gaze.

She just hoped that by now, Nova would have escaped far away. She raised her head high, staring at the man in front of her as she waited for death.

His wrist shook and the sword lightly struck out.

The sharp sword pierced her chest. The feeling of weakness filled her body.

She slumped to her knees and then fell to the ground. At first, she did not feel pain, she just thought of her home when she was little, that beautiful yellow bungalow.

How funny that one person could build a house into a home and destroy it as he pleases.

Slowly she began to feel pain, there was a sharp pain in her chest and her stomach, and the wound opened up little by little.

She thought she should feel despair and hatred but she did not. She held her hand to her chest and pulled away her palm which was filled with red blood.

It hurts.

27 people, 10 men, and 17 women, that was the number of people she had killed with her own gun, whether during her team’s getaway or by Kadia’s orders. And how many had she indirectly or directly caused pain or suffering? She did not know, did they all feel this kind of pain.

The man was standing by the side watching her die without a ripple in his hazel gaze.

A righteous god or a soulless puppet. Helena was not sure what was in those hazel eyes but she knew that they offered her no salvation. She stretched her hand weakly but she could not reach him.

"Don’t hurt Nova." She wanted to beg but her eyes began to darken and her vision gradually blurred as she felt cold from the inside out.

Ravi watched her die and then cleaned the sword with a cloth.

"How long would you keep watching?" He asked, his voice was extremely calm and indifferent to the point it made one’s hair on end.

It was a young woman with short red hair and light purple eyes, she raised her hand up and hurriedly said, "My name is Resse. I am twenty-five years old and I am from Sionari. I work at a coffee store, now I own a cafe. A small cafe. Very small. When I was five years old, I..."

"Shut up!" Ravi said, seeing a headache form at her rambling and the fear that was radiating from my entire body. She shook like a leaf, she had suddenly appeared outside the window of the van but Ravi had just ignored her. Who knew she would follow him into the woods, he looked at her trembling from, his eyes sharp with thought.

"Shut up! Got it. I am shutting up. I mean I would not talk again. Zip." She motioned like she was closing her lips with a zip and kept them in her pocket before raising both hands in surrender.

Ravi cocked his head and his fingers around the sword twitched.

An innocent. His mind warned him.

So. He was not a Sentinel anymore.

If you want to go on a murdering spree, you go to the Nest and hunt, don’t take it out on innocent people. Not that I would be surprised at this moment if you...

"Shut up!" He suddenly shouted, causing the woman to be so frightened that she fell over.

"I am not even talking."

Ravi blinked, clenching and unclenching his fists, "Who are you?"

"My name is Resse. I am twenty-five years old and I am from Sionari. I work at a coffee store, now I own a cafe..." The woman began to ramble again, causing Ravi to lift a hand to stop her.

"I mean. What are you doing here? Who brought you here?"

"Onyx. Sorry, I mean the boss, I mean Malik. I am his television." Reese believed that only Malik could frighten her so much but after seeing this person cause another person to decay in front of her, she just wanted to cry, her mind in complete disarray, "I mean, my ability is to project visions into the minds of others. I am sharing everything that is going on with him. He wanted to watch." She swallowed.

As for the other instruction that Malik had given her, to share the visions of the young child with this person, for the first time since she met Malik she was going to completely disobey his instructors. The fear in his heart was like a knife constantly stabbing downward.

Those memories of the child’s treatment, the hunts, and everything were already too much for her to bear and it was clear this person was already outraged, wouldn’t his frustration be taken out on her?

Being stabbed with a sword seemed like the easiest way to go, compared to...She forced herself not to retch and slowly stepped back.

"But I understand Sir, you want to take your revenge by yourself. I would give you the space you like to continue." She stepped back, "Please don’t kill me. I have not even owned a house yet."

Ravi cocked his head, his eyes sharp as he looked at the girl, "We had a deal. Did he send you something else?"