The Creatures That We Are-Chapter 1134: Strong

“Huh?!” Canary jumped up, bristling like a startled puppy. “Who, who, who had feelings for him?! Don’t, don’t speak nonsense!”

“There’s nothing wrong with liking someone,” said Harvest Song. “I liked Captain Goldthread, too. And you knew, didn’t you? That was why you were hostile to me.”

Canary didn’t expect Harvest Song to be this honest and to expose her like this. She hesitated before sitting back down, scratching her head. “I...I don’t actually hate you. It’s just...it’s just...”

“Worried about being awkward,” Harvest Song finished for her.

Canary nodded. “That...I think is the case.”

“What do you like about Captain Goldthread, Canny?”

Canary didn’t answer.

“I’ll go first,” Harvest Song said with surprising candidness. “I wasn’t good at talking in the team, and gradually, everyone came to see me as a cold lone wolf. It was difficult to break out of that mold once I was put into it. It felt as if I was meant to be anti-social and indifferent.”

Her eyes softened. “But Captain Goldthread saw me as I was. He was gentle and observant. Even when I said little and failed to express myself correctly, he understood how I felt and thought.”

“Once, when we went down to see the New Year fireworks together, the plaza was packed. I was short and couldn’t see past the walls of people. I wanted to see the fireworks, too, but I couldn’t say it.”

“No one noticed but Captain Goldthread. He quietly propped me up with Gravity. The fireworks were beautiful. I was happy. I still remember how I felt then.”

She turned to Canary with a serious gaze. “We’re those who always find ourselves at the fringe of whatever’s taking place, so we easily find each other with a glance.”

Tears welled in Canary's eyes as memories of Goldthread surfaced. “It’s, it’s the same for me... Everyone, everyone treated me well, but they treated me well as a little puppy. Captain Goldthread...was different. He made me think that I was a girl...”

Grief overtook her, and Canary burst into tears.

After a pause of surprise, Harvest Song went up to take Canary into her arms. “Cry. Then you’ll be fine.”

The outburst passed as quickly as it came, lasting only minutes before Canary quieted.

Harvest Song rested her hands on Canary’s shoulders. “Canny, we must kill Greed to avenge Captain Goldthread.”

“Yeah!” Canary nodded vehemently.

“So, lend me your Talents.”

“Okay...” Canary stopped, realizing she had fallen for a trick. She shook Harvest Song’s hands off. “No! I want revenge, too!”

“Listen to me, Canny.” Harvest Song held her gaze. “It’ll count as you having revenge if I do it with your Talents. Then even if I die, at least you’ll be around to keep the memory of Captain Goldthread alive. If both of us die, no one will remember him in this world.”

Canary's mouth opened, then closed.

“Will you remember me as well if I die, Canny? Remember the girl who liked Captain Goldthread just as you did.” Harvest Song extended a pinky. “Promise.”

“No, no...” Canary shook her head, her eyes reddening again. “You’ve all left. You’ve all left me behind. It’s cruel. It’s too cruel...”

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Harvest Song caught her hand, linking their pinkies. “You’re strong, Canny, stronger than I am. This is something only you can do. Help me, please.”

Through her nonstop tears, Canary saw Harvest Song's smile for the first time.

It was a beautiful smile. Her eyes were gentle, her features delicate, far prettier than Canary ever was.

Were Captain Goldthread alive, he would've liked her. It wouldn't be a humiliating loss.

“Okay.” Canary sniffled, nodding vehemently. “Promise.”

...

War Tiger continued down the list. He frowned, realizing something. “Donxote! That’s the one who newly acquired Petrify, isn’t he?!”

“Yes.” Chen Ying nodded.

“Who is he giving his Talents to?” War Tiger’s eyes lit up with interest.

Nine Frost paused before answering. “Zhang Wei.”

“Zhang Wei?” War Tiger raised his voice. “That useless...that extremely confident guy?”

“Yes.”

“What a mistake!” War Tiger howled. “What a great Talent going to a weakling!”

“Weakling?” Even Dr. Jia couldn’t help but speak up. “Were Qilin alive, he would be the first to disagree with you.”

...

Late at night, Zhang Wei shuffled into the first-floor kitchen wearing loose pajamas, his purple hair disheveled. He crouched before the open fridge, debating between heating up a sandwich or making egg fried rice.

The door to the kitchen slid open. Donxote walked in with his perpetual scowl. He grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and turned to leave.

At the doorway, he stopped suddenly, as if remembering something.

“Zhang Wei,” he said over his shoulder. “I’m going to be ordinary again.”

Zhang Wei responded absentmindedly, “Sure. Yeah.”

“I’ll give you the Talents.”

“Huh?” Zhang Wei’s head jerked up in surprise. “Me? You sure?”

Donxote’s starting Talent was Organ Puzzle. He later acquired Corpse Herder and then Petrify a few days ago, elevating him to tier one as a fighter.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei had nothing but level 3 Confidence. Though he'd been crucial in defeating Qilin, that victory had been more luck than skill. He wasn't even in the same league as Donxote when it came to fighting power.

Strong Talents should be left to strong awakeners. Only by combining strengths could each Talent reach its full potential. It was a little of a waste for Donxote to give his Talents to Zhang Wei of all people.

Even so, Zhang Wei didn’t turn it down. It wasn’t every day that a gift would just fall onto his lap.

He grabbed Donxote’s hands tightly. “Bro! You’ve got a good eye! You can’t go wrong by investing in me! You give me three Talents, and I’ll give you a bright future!”

“Yeah, do your best.” Donxote pulled back coldly and turned away.

“Hey, wait.” Zhang Wei jogged up to him, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Brother Tang, why did you choose me? I’m a tiny bit...curious.”

Donxote opened his bottle of beer and took a sip. “No reason.”

“There must be a reason!” Zhang Wei pressed.

Donxote leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket. After a moment, he asked, “Remember the meeting you held with Sister Ying, before you defected to the Nine Scions?”

Zhang Wei’s smile faded as he recalled the companions he had gotten killed.

“I argued with you, thinking you had chosen the wrong path,” Donxote said. “Turns out you have a good eye for people. You were right.”

“Forget it.” Zhang Wei lowered his head and smiled bitterly. “It’s fortunate that you didn’t leave with us, or I would’ve gotten you killed as well. I deserved to die the most. I was responsible for so many deaths.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s gonna happen one way or another.” Donxote patted him on the shoulder. “Fight. Fight to create a better future for us and those we’ve lost.”

Zhang Wei’s eyes brimmed with tears. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it for a toast. “Bro, that’s all I need! Even if I’m going to face God as an enemy, I’ll fuck Them up!”

Donxote paused, then raised his bottle with a smile. “Look forward to it.”