# 942
Chapter 943: Malice Like a Blade
In the woman's dazed gaze, the youth slowly walked to her side, that frail face showing a trace of apology.
"Sorry...cough cough...I'm late..."
Yuzuri Takishiro wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his blood-stained sleeve, but this simple movement alone made his breathing ragged.
His body had reached its limit.
Over the past decade or so, his body had been completely drained and exhausted. The aftermath of the god-making experiment left fatal flaws in his own genetic sequence. If it weren't for the medicine Yuzuri Kurotetsu had stolen, he would have become a corpse long ago.
During these two days of high-intensity use of his powers, coupled with endless battles and pursuits, the genetic隐患 that had accumulated in his body had all erupted at once. The suppressing effect of the medicine was being rapidly weakened.
That was why it took him such a long time just to fly here from elsewhere...
But he still came.
ROOOOOAR!!
The Minotaur Corpse Beast dragged its mutilated foot and opened its mouth in fury. Thick, grotesque tentacles surged from its throat, twisting and slapping toward the Yuzuri Takishiro in front.
Yuzuri Takishiro stood still, his calm eyes gazing at the countless tentacles flying toward him. His fingertips gently beckoned, and a panel slid across his vision.
"Item selection...Grade A Ancient Martial item, [Counter Shield]."
A small black shield suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him. The countless tentacles frantically slammed down, but the moment they touched the shield's surface, a blinding beam of light burst forth, directly severing all the tentacles at their midpoints!
Yuzuri Takishiro dismissed the [Counter Shield], then with difficulty raised his arm, pointing remotely at the corpse beast's head.
The cyberpunk spear that had been pinned in the distant ruins began to shake violently. It猛地倒飞而出, shooting through the void at an astonishing speed, piercing through the back of the Minotaur Corpse Beast's skull and flying out again from between its eyebrows!
The Minotaur Corpse Beast, which had been about to take further action, suddenly froze. As streams of technological illusory light gushed out, its head exploded. Its massive body fell limply to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
This was the forty-first corpse beast Yuzuri Takishiro had killed.
PFFT—!
The moment he slew the corpse beast, Yuzuri Takishiro vomited a mouthful of blood. He doubled over in pain, and the cyberpunk spear hovering in the air lost its traction, falling weakly to the ground.
His face was as pale as paper.
After an unknown amount of time, he took a deep breath, hands on his knees, and slowly stood up from the ground.
After the Minotaur Corpse Beast died, numerous residents, their bodies covered in blood, fled in terror from the air-raid shelter. Behind them, dozens of men clutching weapons, their eyes red and savage, stumbled out from underground with wounds all over their bodies.
In just a few short minutes, the infighting inside the air-raid shelter had caused over thirty deaths.
These people turned their heads, and upon seeing that the Minotaur Corpse Beast's body had fallen to the ground, wild joy appeared in their eyes. They laughed wildly:
"Hahaha!! It's dead! It's finally dead!!"
Seeing the blood on their bodies, Yuzuri Takishiro frowned slightly. He opened his mouth, about to say something, when a pair of hands suddenly reached out from beside him, shoving his好不容易才站起来的身体 back to the ground!
Yuzuri Takishiro collapsed weakly to the ground, turning his head to look beside him, his eyes full of confusion.
The woman he had saved stood trembling beside him, clutching a cold infant corpse in her arms. Those blood-red eyes死死地盯着 Yuzuri Takishiro. Endless resentment and madness poured from her gaze!
"Why!! Why are you only here now?!" There was no rationality left on the woman's face. She screamed hysterically, "My child is dead! He's dead! If you had come a little earlier! He could have lived!!"
Yuzuri Takishiro's gaze fell on the infant corpse in the woman's arms. He froze completely.
"Aren't you a god?! Aren't you the white-robed god who saves the world? Why couldn't you even save my child?! Say something!!
If you couldn't save him, why did you save me?!"
The woman's voice grew higher and higher. She stood among the ruins, looking down at Yuzuri Takishiro, who had been pushed to the ground, and from the position of a rescued victim, let out the most heart-wrenching roar.
Yuzuri Takishiro lay on the ground, lips pressed together, slowly closing his eyes to hide the sorrow in his heart.
He lowered his head and was silent for a long time before staggering to his feet once more... then turned around, ignoring the woman's scolding, and walked toward the other side of the road.
When the woman saw that Yuzuri Takishiro wasn't paying her any attention, unprecedented fury flickered in her eyes. She bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and forcefully threw it at Yuzuri Takishiro's back!
"Can't even save a child! What kind of white-robed god are you?!" She roared again.
The hard stone struck Yuzuri Takishiro's back, making his body sway slightly. He didn't look back, didn't stop his footsteps. That garment completely soaked in blood waved gently in the salty breeze.
"White-robed god! Have you seen my son? He got separated from me! Can you help me find him?" Another figure ran up beside him, anxiously asking.
Yuzuri Takishiro was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm sorry... I have other things to attend to."
"Just help me look for him! Just look! You're so powerful! Finding one child should be easy, right?" The person's tone grew higher and higher, but seeing that Yuzuri Takishiro was still firmly walking forward, that pair of red eyes likewise flickered with anger.
"Helping me find my son—how much time would that even take?
My son, my son is only fourteen years old! He's just a child!
White-robed god! Can you bear to let such a young child come to harm? Are you that cold-blooded?!"
Yuzuri Takishiro's figure paused.
A moment later, he still silently and firmly walked forward...
"Cold-blooded! Heartless! With a character like yours, what kind of world-saving god are you?!" The person, upon seeing this, spat on the ground, then picked up a stone nearby and joined the first woman in throwing it at his back!
"Right! If you had come earlier! My wife wouldn't have been crushed to death by those stones!" Among the crowd, a man with bloodshot eyes likewise cursed.
"My leg! My leg is broken! If you hadn't come late! I could have become Osaka's best track and field athlete! My future is ruined!"
"..."
Under the red moon's corruption, one resident after another fell into madness. They transferred all the fury caused by the corpse beast's invasion onto the Yuzuri Takishiro before them. They attributed all their misfortune and sorrow to the white-robed god...
Stones fell like rain, malice cut like a blade,
Yuzuri Takishiro, draped in blood-soaked robes, ignored the curses from the people on both sides. Like a lone walker, he stumbled yet firmly took step after step forward...
As if searching for something.