Akerse Manor, North Grovebourne.
A man drenched in blood and brain juices appeared at the manor's door and entered.
His heart was beating like a drum.
Inconspicuously entering through the doorway, he closed the door behind him—shutting it tight as if a dark shadow was following him—and it was—the shadow of guilt and realization!
Kole's transformation has long come undone. His short hair was messy, and his eyes hazy.
The adrenaline of doing something thrilling like a murder had long come off, and only the apprehension of his actions was buzzing in his mind like the chimes of Tempest Cathedral.
However, the very being of his existence refused to cry. Kole felt like it was beneath him. And if he did cry, he'd never be able to get close to knowing the missing pieces of his <
Despite all of that, Kole's mind was as murky as sewer water.
He didn't know what to do next.
He had never even killed a chicken, yet he killed a human with so much more brutality in the heat of the moment that he couldn't even understand himself anymore.
Was this his true nature? A cold gruesome murderer?
Did he really do it to free Alice from her plight?
Or did he give himself to the temptations of the devil's whispers that kept telling him to unleash himself—unchain his true self?
Was it petty jealousy?
Was it possessiveness?
Perhaps, all of that?
What was my original goal before coming to this world? Become a cold-hearted murderer or research a way to escape the erosion of time and live a fulfilling life?
How did he end up like this?
Too many questions. Nobody to answer.
Kole let out a turbid breath of air and slumped against the door which he came from.
His hands were shaking.
But he didn't let out a cry for help, again thinking it was beneath him.
Why does this feeling keep emerging in my heart?
First, it was with Alice. I thought it was beneath me to let our relationship stay hidden. Then, I thought I had to keep up the promise of helping Alice, and if I don't—I'd lose myself. Even when I saw two people being murdered right in front of my eyes, I got over that incident too quickly.
And now, murder, which I did with my own hands feels beneath me to care about.
Suddenly, I feel like I am a tyrant…
A tyrant that overlooks everything with cold eyes.
Only his benefits and goals matters…
When did I become a tyrant from an average Joe?
And this thought terrified Kole.
He just closed his eyes, regulating his breathing.
It was then, he heard the clacking sound of heels coming from the hallway.
Despite knowing who it was, Kole was too disturbed and had no time to care about his mother.
He pressed his temples to soothe his growing headache. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he was entirely covered in blood and brain juices. As such, it didn't make a difference when he smeared more blood on his forehead.
A gentle-looking Faneia emerged from the corner of the passageway with a tender smile.
"Fufufu~ My baby boy has grown up…" She muttered to herself and the other Faneias in the mansion with a gentle smile.
She approached Kole and helped him stand up.
There was no need for words. Both knew what had happened, and Kole wasn't in the mood to explain either.
Kole was preoccupied with himself to notice the difference in his mother's face. There was no usual hint of impassiveness, but her expressions were filled with tender love and care.
He merely wrapped himself around her shoulders as she guided him to his room.
There, gentle-looking Faneia took him to the washroom and had him take a bath. Nothing indecent happened. It was like a mother washing up their 1-year-old newborn.
Then, she led him to the bed and tugged him in as she sang a melodious lullaby—leading him to a dream of desires.
…
When Kole woke up, he was back to the moment when he was swiping through his phone, looking at the young generation twerking to ridiculous trends that made no sense, like eating cotton candy dipped in the toilet.
He was briefly stunned for a moment.
Was it all a dream?
Unknowingly, his eyes filled with tears.
No… This can't be it.
No matter what… I'm willing to do everything. Just let me go back!
I don't want to die like this!!
This is too pitiful… I want to take control of my fate!
He tried to get up, but his tired old body couldn't, so he fell.
A powerful groan escaped his lips, but he crawled forward on the verandah, or at least tried to.
Ha… Hahahah~… Cough!... A maniacal laugh spread through his cracked lips.
After a fit of coughs, his deranged laugh died as he twisted his body with difficulty.
Lying on the ground, Kole saw the blue sky with blank eyes.
He raised his shaking hand up in the air as if trying to capture the sky in his tiny palm.
He wondered whether he'd follow the same actions after transmigration or take another path.
If I have to do it again, I'll do it.
If I have to kill one person, I'll kill one.
If I have to kill a hundred, I'll kill a hundred.
One way or another, I'll only focus on my goal…
I'll become the tyrant that every fiber of my very being so desires!
He clenched his palm together—as tightly as he could!
…
Kole's eyes fluttered open as he saw a familiar ceiling.
Instead of being startled, he looked around, calmly. It was Akerses' manor.
The gentle breeze of morning winded up in his room through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows as curtains wafted in the air.
Kole stood up, revealing his entirely nude form.
Suddenly, his eyes started turning dark. The whites of his eyes turned black. His hair started to grow up!
After weeks of training, his physique has chiseled up; his muscles were as strong as they could get for an athlete.
His build was perfect by all standards, along with his tall height and that unfairly handsome face—He looked like the perfect incarnation of a God that every female dreamed of.
He calmly walked to the balcony, swiping through the curtains.
Tender sunrays fell on his stark-naked body.
However, he wasn't in the mood to think about his nudity.
Unlike previous times, when his emotions were a mess all the time and went entirely haywire when he turned his <
Not a single wisp of insanity. It was cold and calculative.
Under the warm sun rays, Kole muttered with extreme coldness,
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