Chapter 50: Our Hatred, Deeply Sown!

The arrow shot by Lisa ignited a fire in the forest, like a sunrise. The intense heat swept over, creating a huge shockwave that destroyed everything around.

"Get down!" Jack and the officers shouted, suddenly overturned by the terrifying shockwave.

The remnants of the Genesis Nest also crawled into the ground at the critical moment, embracing their companions as if it were the last moment before the apocalypse, the last moment of life.

As the caster, Lisa was also engulfed by the terrifying explosion. However, at the last moment, she jumped up with astonishing agility, shot out an iron cable to hook onto a distant giant tree, and escaped in time with the pulling force, then rushed towards the depths of the forest.

That was where Mike and the Thorn demon had rolled to!

The situation was urgent, and she couldn't save everyone.

Saving one was better than none.

If she could choose, she would choose Mike.

Not just because of his talent, but because in that situation just now, he was the only one who still had the will to fight, willing to sacrifice his life to protect her.

Unfortunately, the huge shockwave still knocked her over, slamming her hard against a tree.

There's a saying.

You can never defeat yourself.

Lisa's path of cultivation was like this, playing with explosions.

Direct output, is overwhelming.

In such a place, she really could only watch helplessly.

And on the slope outside the bushes, Mike was fighting the Thorn demon.

One meter eighty-seven against three meters two.

One hundred forty pounds against five hundred pounds.

A small dog against a strong man.

First-tier against second-tier.

Logically, Mike had no chance at all, but this Thorn demon was already severely injured, with even its wings blown to ashes, in a weakened state.

He did have a chance.

The Thorn demon roared in anger, its fierce and cruel face still burning with flames, looking like a demon crawling out of hell, trying to pry open his mouth and parasitize into his body.

Mike's cheeks were almost crushed, and his chin was also pulled apart.

The foul-smelling mouth of the Thorn demon was approaching, its blood-red eyes full of killing intent.

However, just at that moment, with a crack.

Mike's right hand, emitting arcs, pierced into its chest. All the currents converged and erupted, causing a brief paralysis.

The claws emerged, tearing flesh, inch by inch!

"Easy pickings."

Mike hoarsely laughed.

Dark Matter emerged like a devil, biting fiercely into the monster's heart, devouring it madly!

This Thorn demon did indeed have a certain level of intelligence. Its blood-red eyes widened in shock, feeling the Dark Matter in its body rapidly dissipating, and its hands became powerless.

Mike's cold-resistant suit was torn apart, and his right arm was covered with hideous black veins, spreading indestructible hard armor, accompanied by the horrifying sound of flesh tearing.

At his right scapula, as if from black ink, numerous thick and hard thorns suddenly sprayed out!

They were like wings soaring into the sky, cutting a terrifying arc and fiercely cutting the monster's body, splattering blood.

Mike roared to the sky, but what came out was a metallic roar like a monster, his Dark Matter raging like never before, just wanting to release his wildness and violence freely.

Almost at the same time, a surge of memories forcefully rushed into his mind.

The pain brought distant memories as if he had returned to that dim laboratory, able to faintly smell the stench of corpses mixed with disinfectant, surrounded by researchers operating instruments, their white coats stained with traces of blood.

Here it comes again.

The memory of devouring Dark Matter.

Experiencing others' lives from a first-person perspective.

"Once upon a time, you were a rising star in the military, with hopes of advancing to the third tier. But what happened? You were just injured in a battle, unable to recover from the old illness, and you could never be your old self again. You gradually fell behind in the competition for resources, and you could never catch up with those who were far inferior to you before. Look at you now, Dominic, you look ugly."

The elegant young man shook a bottle of red wine, laughing, "You're ugly."

Mike knelt on the ground, the intense discomfort and pain almost made him stand up, but he couldn't, because this was just a memory, and he couldn't control it.

"I crave power, I want to advance, I want immortality!"

He couldn't control himself, and begged bitterly, "I'm tired of being looked down upon, I can't accept being bullied by those who I once helped. There's no sympathy in this world for the weak. If we don't plunder others, others will come to plunder us!"

"Yes, that's the law of this world. If you don't plunder others, others will come to plunder you. When we do good, they bully us. When we do bad, they judge us."

The young man tilted his head back and poured wine into his throat, laughing, "This is the truth she taught me. She once broke out of her cocoon in desperation. She taught those of us in the dark to learn to taste pain and despair. Only then can we become strong."

"She... yes, her! She can give me strength!"

Mike spoke again, "When can I see her again?"

The young man shook his head and said, "She is the supreme existence of our Necro Cult. How can you, as you are now, stand by her side and share her glory? But she has asked me to give you a gift, a gift that can give you new life and set you back on the path of evolution."

He clapped his hands, "As long as you seize her power, you can become a leader of the Necro Cult. As for whether you can go further, it depends on your potential."

The researchers opened a sealed hibernation pod.

This hibernation pod looked like a coffin, except that it was connected to various lines, and armed guards with live ammunition guarded it, looking like they were in awe of some kind of monster.

When the hibernation pod opened, it was like lifting the dusty lid of a coffin.

Mist filled the air, and inside the hibernation chamber lay a pale figure.

Restraining clothes bound her slender and weak body, her bare pale skin touching electrodes and cables, and her limbs were pierced by steel nails, like a demon nailed in a coffin.

A cable was plugged into her wrist, constantly extracting her blood.

An infusion tube was inserted into her wrist, injecting her with some kind of medication.

Powerful currents constantly stimulated her young body.

But she seemed to have gotten used to it, not moving a muscle.

Normal people would collapse when they saw this scene because no child should ever suffer such abuse. You couldn't even imagine how this little girl survived, as each of these cruel tortures would be enough to kill a person.

When Mike saw this scene, it was as if he heard the sky collapsing.

The little girl looked very tender, probably only about ten or so years old.

But her appearance vaguely resembled someone he knew.

It was... Isabelle.

"This is the gift she gave you, a very rare mutant. Her body seems to have no Dark Matter, but every cell is Dark Matter. She cannot evolve, but sometimes she can burst out with amazing power. In the past two years, she has run out several times. I considered turning her into a vegetable once and for all, but I was afraid it would damage her abilities."

The young man lifted the girl's wrist, took out a knife, and placed it on her blood vessel, "This is Number Thirteen, our most perfect experiment, a member of the Genesis Nest. Generally speaking, we don't give new blood to the congregation, after all, it would harm our experimental subjects. But considering that you were once a genius, I'll make an exception... let you enjoy yourself. After all, the previous experimental subjects all failed, maybe you can master the great aberrant arts?"

Mike couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, almost wanting to roar out.

But he couldn't control his body.

He lowered his head and saw a piece of rotten flesh implanted in his chest.

When he raised his head again, he showed a look of longing.

Crack!

The girl's wrist was cut open with a knife, and blood gushed out.

Stop, stop...

Don't do this, she's just a child...

This isn't real, it's all fake memories.

Countless thoughts flashed through Mike's mind.

However, Mike still pounced forward, biting fiercely on her wrist, as if a vampire drinking her blood fiercely, feeling the violent power surging into his body, rejuvenating him.

As joyful as the person in the memory was, Mike was as furious as the heavens.

Others hurt you, so you go and retaliate against those who hurt you.

Why would you target an innocent child?

Why would you lock her in a hibernation pod?

Pierce her limbs.

Electrocute her body.

You inject her with drugs, you experiment by extracting her blood.

You even have to personally suck her blood.

Especially since Mike experienced it all in the first person, the feeling was as if he was the perpetrator himself. Even though he knew he hadn't done these things, he still felt self-disgust.

Because he was powerless to change any of it.

He couldn't intervene in what happened in the past.

It was just a memory...

But the feeling of blood in his throat was so sinful.

Through the thick fog, the pale girl's eyelashes trembled slightly. She raised her pupils, her irises almost transparent, showing a hint of hollow sorrow.

Wrist slashed, blood drunk.

Yet she didn't feel any pain.

No, it's not that she didn't feel it, but that she was used to it.

Only Mike could understand this kind of experience.

Because he had gone through it himself, he could empathize even more.

Just then.

He faintly heard the girl's whisper.

She just said one thing.

"Mom, Dad..."

The memory fragmented and shattered.

Mike felt as if he were rapidly flying away from this world.

Away from the girl in the hibernation pod.

But just before the memory completely shattered.

The young man condescendingly held the wine bottle.

The researchers had indifferent attitudes as they watched coldly.

Dominic's beastly greed.

Mike remembered them all.

"I'll remember you."

He let out a hoarse roar, "I'll remember you all!"

The helpless despair in the dream finally ignited an overwhelming anger in reality. With a hoarse roar from Mike, the thorns on his right scapula suddenly swelled and multiplied.

The thorn wings splattered blood and sparks, flinging toward the sky with all their might!

Crack!

The head of Thorn demon flew high, and a strong smell of blood sprayed out.

Mike's cheek was stained red with blood, and the fierce thorn wings spread behind him, screaming and cutting the remaining headless body frantically until it was cut into small pieces.

Blood fell like rain, landing on his face.

But it did not quell the anger in his heart.

Mike didn't know if this was the arrangement of fate, forcing him to personally experience the memories of the host when devouring Dark Matter, to glimpse the hidden secrets of the past.

But he accepted this fate.

Because he had seen it and felt anger and shame for that memory.

"Our grudge has been completely settled."

Mike looked at the ugly head rolling down, and said fiercely, "Next, I will drag every one of you stinking rats out of the gutter, and kill you all, leaving no one behind!"

Bang!

He stomped on the head, crushing it.

"Damn you all."