Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 501 - 94: The Tyrant’s Fury (Part 4)

Akasi finally understood that sentiment.

Why the girl revealed her weakness to him, and why it all began with the story of the catfish.

All of it was merely a script written by the Evolution Zone, designed to make him kill the catfish at some future point, leaving him with an intense emotion of anger—

To complete the so-called "evolution."

The Evolution Zone had done many such things.

Like Kritos, that tyrant breed, had a fabricated family.

After witnessing the fury of Kritos, the leader of the Evolution Zone, Xi He, started to believe that to evoke the most fervent emotions in the tyrant breed, it was necessary to make them invest their feelings.

To give them a will to live, to make them cherish this world.

To push them to display extreme rage and other emotions.

They had to be endowed with things that normal humans possessed.

But all of it was just meticulously organized after being scripted.

Like a catfish placed in a tank of sardines, those lazy and noble sardines would then become more active.

From the very beginning, Number Seven was just testing him.

She was more sorrowful than the others because she sensed her destiny long ago.

Perhaps given her overly powerful abilities compared to other test subjects, she earned the right to witness the pinnacle of evil in this world.

It might be Xi He, or perhaps an existence even more dreadful than Xi He.

Because of such an entity, she became a thorough pessimist.

In her perceived world, the entire world was just a "master’s" fish tank. They were all but farmed creatures.

She lacked the optimism that Akasi had.

She accepted her script, living solely to test that silver-haired boy.

To test his will to survive, to test his array of emotions.

Every line she spoke might have been arranged by the Evolution Zone long ago.

This nameless girl gave her weapon a name.

Or maybe she had long since considered herself to be a weapon.

Yet even such a person, in the end, revealed her truest feelings.

She wanted Akasi to survive.

She dared not tell Akasi too much, for fear that the supreme deity known as "master" would erase Akasi.

All she could do before dying was to tell him, no matter what, to keep living because only the living self is the only true reality in this world.

But the most tragic part was that these behaviors were exactly what the "master" anticipated. That mysterious supreme being calculated all of Number Seven’s dispositions.

It was precisely because of these genuine reactions that would, at some future moment, ignite the compassion and rage in Akasi’s heart, that she received such a script.

She was a wretch incapable of achieving even "a real life."

Time seemed to unify once again.

Dream or illusion, as consciousness returned, the girl known as Number Seven, carrying the Dragon Rose, completely vanished.

The world in Akasi’s memory began to slowly dissipate.

The sound of the tide became clearer in his ears, like calling someone home. That language, incomprehensible to humans, yet Akasi understood it—it was his girl yearning for him to escape death!

Although his eyes couldn’t shed tears, they still harbored immense rage and sorrow.

A faint glimmer of red, from the very depths of Akasi’s hair, began to slowly spread.

Like a fire that could not be extinguished, ignited amidst the cold wasteland.

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The people who died in years past and those alive today had long since become kindling in his soul—

To blaze intensely in the final moments of life!