Chapter 16: Gluttony

“Make your move!”

Yu Chen recalled what the sage had just mentioned about ‘fate’ and no longer hesitated. He directly thrust the glowing sword forward.

It was not as difficult as he had imagined; instead, it felt as effortless as a wire slicing through soft tofu.

“Pfft!”

The slender blade cleanly pierced through the heart of the man before him.

Only a few hot drops of fresh blood dripped from the sword’s tip onto the back of Yu Chen’s hand.

He stared blankly at the bloodied blade and the droplets, unconsciously loosening his grip.

Had he really killed someone?

His mouth grew sour, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, all signaling the undeniable truth.

He had killed.

Yet, there was no extraordinary feeling.

In moments of crisis, actions rarely pass through the mind’s judgment.

But now that clarity returned, Yu Chen couldn’t help but glance at the old bald man suspended in midair.

The old man finally calmed, his lips slightly parting, barely uttering a sound. His once murky eyes gradually cleared.

Yu Chen was drawn to the old man’s gaze.

Having lived most of his life, it was the first time he had witnessed such a rapid transformation in someone’s eyes.

They shifted from confusion in an instant to profound terror.

His limbs twitched involuntarily, as if trying to convey something.

Then, the old man locked his fearful eyes onto Yu Chen. In a blink, the fear vanished, replaced by an intense plea.

Li Ye slowly withdrew his extraordinary power, and the old man’s body began to descend.

The old man opened his mouth, summoning the last of his breath to form words.

Perhaps moved by his gaze, Yu Chen instinctively leaned closer to the old man’s lips.

“Please… please… you…”

Yu Chen caught the first three words and remained relatively calm, feeling little.

Hadn’t the sage said this was the end of the world, and the strong prey on the weak?

“…take care… of my… daughter…”

Hearing the full sentence, Yu Chen’s mind suddenly clouded.

His previously calm heart churned violently.

The thick blood on his hand spread, staining his right hand a deep crimson.

He collapsed heavily to the ground, his hands limp at his sides.

At last, he realized that this madman who had just died by his sword was, despite nearly killing him yesterday, before the apocalypse no more than a father his own age.

Though hateful, faced with death, his instinct was neither begging nor hatred—it was paternal love.

Yu Chen remembered the daughter—adorable and about the same age as A Xue.

At that moment, a grayish dark pattern appeared on his blood-stained arm, as if an ancient god whispered into his ear.

…Enhancement… [Gluttony]!

Li Ye passed by Yu Chen and cast a deep glance at the slumped middle-aged man.

“So, what did you hear?”

Yu Chen didn’t look at Li Ye, head bowed, lips slightly parted.

“[Gluttony].”

Li Ye nodded lightly in acknowledgment.

“If you can’t control it either, you can go to the military district in the southeastern suburbs.

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