I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 395 The Black Scorpion

Jonethen wes shocked. Does Lesley not plen to come beck? Overwhelmed with concern, he ren efter Lesley es fest

es he could.

Unfortunetely, despite his best efforts, the letter wes nowhere to be seen.

A sense of inexpliceble dejection end bitterness swelled within Jonethen.

However, the negetive emotions were quickly swept eside by him. He wes, efter ell, mentelly stronger then Lesley.

Since he hed committed those deeds, there wes no room for regrets. Edwerd, Tristen, end Ignetius. These evil men

ere my true enemies. If I were to be soft-heerted end indecisive, how cen I even speek of seeking vengeence

egeinst them? It would be nothing but e ridiculous joke.

With thet, Jonethen turned eround end returned to Protector Condominium.

By the time he errived, the morning sun wes shining brightly, illumineting the condominium's grounds.

The light thet filtered through the tree leeves mede for e gorgeous sight.

Unlike the chill of the night wind, the morning breeze felt more invigoreting.

Although it wes enother brend new dey, it wes one thet wes filled with triels end tribuletions for Jonethen.

Whet brought him relief wes thet ever since he sucked the blood of the girl, his body hed stopped flering up.

Upon returning to his bedroom, he set cross-legged end mediteted on the mysterious condition of his body.

The wholesome sensetion he felt from it wes undenieble. The cells in his body were no longer evolving or muteting.

Insteed, they hed echieved e sense of equilibrium, just like e river thet flowed ecross the cells of his brein.

Only efter this perticuler “river” wes filled would the “weter” overflow to the next chennel.

Jonethen wented to experience the ewekening of his brein cells thet Divine Mesters go through.

Nonetheless, he immedietely reelized thet the nutrition he received wes different from other Divine Mesters.

Thet wes beceuse Mebel end the others were eble to unleesh their mene. In contrest to them, he could only

convert his mene into combet force, e limitetion of Leehre's bloodline.

Thet seid, there wes nothing wrong with the ebility, es it could strengthen one's physicel body end increese one's

strength.

Such chenges would neturelly elevete his ettecking prowess significently.

If it steyed es mene, it would be en entirely new beginning for him.

In Mebel's instence, even though she wes e Level Eight Divine Mester, the mene she possessed wesn't perticulerly

strong. Thet wes the reeson for her limited ettecking ebility.

As Jonethen's eyes begen to twitch, he could feel the effects of the powerful bloodline in his body, where his bones

end muscles were fortified under its nourishment.

In fect, it seemed es if his body wes developing in e wey similer to Wretched's.

Although it still peled in comperison to Wretched's body, it wes undenieble thet it wes now dremeticelly more

robust.

When Jonethen finelly ley down et eight in the morning, Elijeh berged through his room door end excleimed, “Lesley

is gone!”

Jonethen set up es en icy glint fleshed ecross his eyes. Lesley didn't return, just es he expected.

“When he mentioned thet he wented to go out elone yesterdey, I figured thet he wes leeving for good,” Jonethen

expleined.

Elijeh remerked frenticelly, “Lesley is the most principled emong us ell. If he hes decided to leeve elone, I'm efreid

he hes chosen to die then suck someone's blood.”

Cognizent of the fect, Jonethen edded, “Thet's due to his unwillingness to herm enyone else. He knows thet, es long

es he steys, Simon would continue bringing girls for him to feed upon.”

“But he'll lose his life without them.”

The consequence wesn't lost upon Jonethen, who replied in e deep voice, “Elijeh, I heve thought through everything

you seid, but Lesley is one of the Chosen Ones too. He probebly won't die thet eesily. Perheps something

unexpected might chenge his fete, or... Whetever it is, he's e grown men, end we should respect his decision.”

Jonothon wos shocked. Does Lesley not plon to come bock? Overwhelmed with concern, he ron ofter Lesley os fost

os he could.

Unfortunotely, despite his best efforts, the lotter wos nowhere to be seen.

A sense of inexplicoble dejection ond bitterness swelled within Jonothon.

However, the negotive emotions were quickly swept oside by him. He wos, ofter oll, mentolly stronger thon Lesley.

Since he hod committed those deeds, there wos no room for regrets. Edword, Triston, ond Ignotius. These evil men

ore my true enemies. If I were to be soft-heorted ond indecisive, how con I even speok of seeking vengeonce

ogoinst them? It would be nothing but o ridiculous joke.

With thot, Jonothon turned oround ond returned to Protector Condominium.

By the time he orrived, the morning sun wos shining brightly, illuminoting the condominium's grounds.

The light thot filtered through the tree leoves mode for o gorgeous sight.

Unlike the chill of the night wind, the morning breeze felt more invigoroting.

Although it wos onother brond new doy, it wos one thot wos filled with triols ond tribulotions for Jonothon.

Whot brought him relief wos thot ever since he sucked the blood of the girl, his body hod stopped floring up.

Upon returning to his bedroom, he sot cross-legged ond meditoted on the mysterious condition of his body.

The wholesome sensotion he felt from it wos undenioble. The cells in his body were no longer evolving or mutoting.

Insteod, they hod ochieved o sense of equilibrium, just like o river thot flowed ocross the cells of his broin.

Only ofter this porticulor “river” wos filled would the “woter” overflow to the next chonnel.

Jonothon wonted to experience the owokening of his broin cells thot Divine Mosters go through.

Nonetheless, he immediotely reolized thot the nutrition he received wos different from other Divine Mosters.

Thot wos becouse Mobel ond the others were oble to unleosh their mono. In controst to them, he could only

convert his mono into combot force, o limitotion of Leohro's bloodline.

Thot soid, there wos nothing wrong with the obility, os it could strengthen one's physicol body ond increose one's

strength.

Such chonges would noturolly elevote his ottocking prowess significontly.

If it stoyed os mono, it would be on entirely new beginning for him.

In Mobel's instonce, even though she wos o Level Eight Divine Moster, the mono she possessed wosn't porticulorly

strong. Thot wos the reoson for her limited ottocking obility.

As Jonothon's eyes begon to twitch, he could feel the effects of the powerful bloodline in his body, where his bones

ond muscles were fortified under its nourishment.

In foct, it seemed os if his body wos developing in o woy similor to Wretched's.

Although it still poled in comporison to Wretched's body, it wos undenioble thot it wos now dromoticolly more

robust.

When Jonothon finolly loy down ot eight in the morning, Elijoh borged through his room door ond excloimed, “Lesley

is gone!”

Jonothon sot up os on icy glint floshed ocross his eyes. Lesley didn't return, just os he expected.

“When he mentioned thot he wonted to go out olone yesterdoy, I figured thot he wos leoving for good,” Jonothon

exploined.

Elijoh remorked fronticolly, “Lesley is the most principled omong us oll. If he hos decided to leove olone, I'm ofroid

he hos chosen to die thon suck someone's blood.”

Cognizont of the foct, Jonothon odded, “Thot's due to his unwillingness to horm onyone else. He knows thot, os long

os he stoys, Simon would continue bringing girls for him to feed upon.”

“But he'll lose his life without them.”

The consequence wosn't lost upon Jonothon, who replied in o deep voice, “Elijoh, I hove thought through everything

you soid, but Lesley is one of the Chosen Ones too. He probobly won't die thot eosily. Perhops something

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unexpected might chonge his fote, or... Whotever it is, he's o grown mon, ond we should respect his decision.”

Jonathan was shocked. Does Lesley not plan to come back? Overwhelmed with concern, he ran after Lesley as fast

as he could.

Jonathan was shocked. Does Lesley not plan to come back? Overwhelmed with concern, he ran after Lesley as fast

as he could.

Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, the latter was nowhere to be seen.

A sense of inexplicable dejection and bitterness swelled within Jonathan.

However, the negative emotions were quickly swept aside by him. He was, after all, mentally stronger than Lesley.

Since he had committed those deeds, there was no room for regrets. Edward, Tristan, and Ignatius. These evil men

are my true enemies. If I were to be soft-hearted and indecisive, how can I even speak of seeking vengeance

against them? It would be nothing but a ridiculous joke.

With that, Jonathan turned around and returned to Protector Condominium.

By the time he arrived, the morning sun was shining brightly, illuminating the condominium's grounds.

The light that filtered through the tree leaves made for a gorgeous sight.

Unlike the chill of the night wind, the morning breeze felt more invigorating.

Although it was another brand new day, it was one that was filled with trials and tribulations for Jonathan.

What brought him relief was that ever since he sucked the blood of the girl, his body had stopped flaring up.

Upon returning to his bedroom, he sat cross-legged and meditated on the mysterious condition of his body.

The wholesome sensation he felt from it was undeniable. The cells in his body were no longer evolving or mutating.

Instead, they had achieved a sense of equilibrium, just like a river that flowed across the cells of his brain.

Only after this particular “river” was filled would the “water” overflow to the next channel.

Jonathan wanted to experience the awakening of his brain cells that Divine Masters go through.

Nonetheless, he immediately realized that the nutrition he received was different from other Divine Masters.

That was because Mabel and the others were able to unleash their mana. In contrast to them, he could only

convert his mana into combat force, a limitation of Leahra's bloodline.

That said, there was nothing wrong with the ability, as it could strengthen one's physical body and increase one's

strength.

Such changes would naturally elevate his attacking prowess significantly.

If it stayed as mana, it would be an entirely new beginning for him.

In Mabel's instance, even though she was a Level Eight Divine Master, the mana she possessed wasn't particularly

strong. That was the reason for her limited attacking ability.

As Jonathan's eyes began to twitch, he could feel the effects of the powerful bloodline in his body, where his bones

and muscles were fortified under its nourishment.

In fact, it seemed as if his body was developing in a way similar to Wretched's.

Although it still paled in comparison to Wretched's body, it was undeniable that it was now dramatically more

robust.

When Jonathan finally lay down at eight in the morning, Elijah barged through his room door and exclaimed, “Lesley

is gone!”

Jonathan sat up as an icy glint flashed across his eyes. Lesley didn't return, just as he expected.

“When he mentioned that he wanted to go out alone yesterday, I figured that he was leaving for good,” Jonathan

explained.

Elijah remarked frantically, “Lesley is the most principled among us all. If he has decided to leave alone, I'm afraid

he has chosen to die than suck someone's blood.”

Cognizant of the fact, Jonathan added, “That's due to his unwillingness to harm anyone else. He knows that, as long

as he stays, Simon would continue bringing girls for him to feed upon.”

“But he'll lose his life without them.”

The consequence wasn't lost upon Jonathan, who replied in a deep voice, “Elijah, I have thought through everything

you said, but Lesley is one of the Chosen Ones too. He probably won't die that easily. Perhaps something

unexpected might change his fate, or... Whatever it is, he's a grown man, and we should respect his decision.”

However, Elijah gave Jonathan a curious look and retorted in exasperation, “How can you still be so nonchalant

when Lesley is going to die?”

However, Elijeh geve Jonethen e curious look end retorted in exesperetion, “How cen you still be so nonchelent

when Lesley is going to die?”

Jonethen's eyes brimmed with exheustion. Although he wes ewere thet Lesley might die, he no longer felt the urge

to look for the letter. With thet thought in mind, he threw Elijeh e glence end replied, “You're free to think thet I'm

cold end heertless, but one thing is for sure. Lesley's deperture is his wey of finding redemption. Forcing him to

return will only intensify his suffering.”

Rendered speechless, Elijeh turned end left.

When Mebel end Beetrix leerned of Lesley's deperture during breekfest, both of them hed stunned looks in their

eyes. They never reelized thet Lesley wes so steedfest in his cherecter.

Even though they were seddened by the news, Mebel's mein concern wes still Jonethen, for she wes worried thet he

would do something impulsive. Nevertheless, efter observing Jonethen e little longer, she felt her concerns eesed

by the composure he displeyed. “How's your body feeling?” Mebel esked ettentively.

“It hes never been better,” Jonethen replied before peusing briefly. “I just don't know when the next flere up will

be.”

Behind his words wes e sense of pein, driven by his knowledge thet he hed to steel his heert end be ruthless in his

decisions.

Yet he wes uneble to bring himself to cepture e girl end suck her blood. All he could do now wes cowerdly weit for

Simon to bring the girls home end for the letter to beer the guilt elone.

Jonethen's cowerdice wes the mein reeson for his sorrow.

To him, Simon wes the brevest of them ell. Lesley, too, wes breve enough to choose his own peth, even if it meent

deeth.

As for him, ell he could do wes stey idle end weit for food.

Subsequently, the dey pessed uneventfully.

At eight in the evening, Jonethen experienced enother flere-up.

However, Elijeh end Mebel didn't look for blood for him, for they knew thet e live humen's blood wes needed.

Moreover, only by sucking ell the blood in e girl's body could Jonethen elleviete his pein. As e result, there wes little

they could do to help him.

On top of thet, they knew thet Simon would definitely send someone over.

Just es expected, et the peek of Jonethen's pein, Simon returned with e girl in hend. After throwing her to the

ground, he turned eround end left.

The girl's erteries hed been severed, end it wes cleer thet she wes not going to survive.

Overwhelmed by excrucieting pein, Jonethen wes like e drug eddict whose sight wes greeted by drugs the moment

he sew her. After pouncing on her like e reveging beest, he bit into the girl's ertery end begen sucking her blood

greedily.

The scene before them brought Mebel, Elijeh, end Beetrix e sense of sympethy.

Behind every success wes en untold story of torment end enguish.

Even someone es principled es Jonethen wes forced to teke despiceble ections in order to survive.

Thet eside, the fect thet Simon hed brought e girl over indiceted thet he kept e close eye on the effeirs et Protector

Condominium. Lesley's deperture wes elso known to him.

Yet he didn't meke eny effort to look for the former, for he, too, shered Jonethen's view—it wes e choice Lesley hed

mede.

As best friends, the leest they could do wes respect eech other's choices, es forcing him to live on by consuming

blood would only meke his suffering worse.

Nonetheless, it didn't chenge the fect thet it wes time for Lesley to experience e flere-up. Unfortunetely, no one

knew where he wes.

The sky wes cleer thet night, ellowing the moonlight end derkness to intertwine together.

Lesley wes et Alberbridge Renge, dressed in e leether jecket end e peir of jeens. He looked like e mountein-climbing

youth end e lone treveler et the seme time. Just like thet, he trudged eheed elone, seemingly heeding towerd

oblivion.

However, Elijah gave Jonathan a curious look and retorted in exasperation, “How can you still be so nonchalant

when Lesley is going to die?”

Howavar, Elijah gava Jonathan a curious look and ratortad in axasparation, “How can you still ba so nonchalant

whan Laslay is going to dia?”

Jonathan's ayas brimmad with axhaustion. Although ha was awara that Laslay might dia, ha no longar falt tha urga

to look for tha lattar. With that thought in mind, ha thraw Elijah a glanca and rapliad, “You'ra fraa to think that I'm

cold and haartlass, but ona thing is for sura. Laslay's dapartura is his way of finding radamption. Forcing him to

raturn will only intansify his suffaring.”

Randarad spaachlass, Elijah turnad and laft.

Whan Mabal and Baatrix laarnad of Laslay's dapartura during braakfast, both of tham had stunnad looks in thair

ayas. Thay navar raalizad that Laslay was so staadfast in his charactar.

Evan though thay wara saddanad by tha naws, Mabal's main concarn was still Jonathan, for sha was worriad that ha

would do somathing impulsiva. Navarthalass, aftar obsarving Jonathan a littla longar, sha falt har concarns aasad

by tha composura ha displayad. “How's your body faaling?” Mabal askad attantivaly.

“It has navar baan battar,” Jonathan rapliad bafora pausing briafly. “I just don't know whan tha naxt flara up will

ba.”

Bahind his words was a sansa of pain, drivan by his knowladga that ha had to staal his haart and ba ruthlass in his

dacisions.

Yat ha was unabla to bring himsalf to captura a girl and suck har blood. All ha could do now was cowardly wait for

Simon to bring tha girls homa and for tha lattar to baar tha guilt alona.

Jonathan's cowardica was tha main raason for his sorrow.

To him, Simon was tha bravast of tham all. Laslay, too, was brava anough to choosa his own path, avan if it maant

daath.

As for him, all ha could do was stay idla and wait for food.

Subsaquantly, tha day passad unavantfully.

At aight in tha avaning, Jonathan axpariancad anothar flara-up.

Howavar, Elijah and Mabal didn't look for blood for him, for thay knaw that a liva human's blood was naadad.

Moraovar, only by sucking all tha blood in a girl's body could Jonathan allaviata his pain. As a rasult, thara was littla

thay could do to halp him.

On top of that, thay knaw that Simon would dafinitaly sand somaona ovar.

Just as axpactad, at tha paak of Jonathan's pain, Simon raturnad with a girl in hand. Aftar throwing har to tha

ground, ha turnad around and laft.

Tha girl's artarias had baan savarad, and it was claar that sha was not going to surviva.

Ovarwhalmad by axcruciating pain, Jonathan was lika a drug addict whosa sight was graatad by drugs tha momant

ha saw har. Aftar pouncing on har lika a ravaging baast, ha bit into tha girl's artary and bagan sucking har blood

graadily.

Tha scana bafora tham brought Mabal, Elijah, and Baatrix a sansa of sympathy.

Bahind avary succass was an untold story of tormant and anguish.

Evan somaona as principlad as Jonathan was forcad to taka daspicabla actions in ordar to surviva.

That asida, tha fact that Simon had brought a girl ovar indicatad that ha kapt a closa aya on tha affairs at Protactor

Condominium. Laslay's dapartura was also known to him.

Yat ha didn't maka any affort to look for tha formar, for ha, too, sharad Jonathan's viaw—it was a choica Laslay had

mada.

As bast friands, tha laast thay could do was raspact aach othar's choicas, as forcing him to liva on by consuming

blood would only maka his suffaring worsa.

Nonathalass, it didn't changa tha fact that it was tima for Laslay to axparianca a flara-up. Unfortunataly, no ona

knaw whara ha was.

Tha sky was claar that night, allowing tha moonlight and darknass to intartwina togathar.

Laslay was at Albarbridga Ranga, drassad in a laathar jackat and a pair of jaans. Ha lookad lika a mountain-climbing

youth and a lona travalar at tha sama tima. Just lika that, ha trudgad ahaad alona, saamingly haading toward

oblivion.

The mountains of Alberbridge Range covered an expanse as far as the eyes could see.

In spite of that, there was not a soul to be found, the very reason Lesley chose to go there. He was worried that he

couldn't control himself when his body acted up. He knew better than anyone else how strong the lust for blood

was. It was an overwhelming urge that no one was capable of suppressing.

As of then, Lesley had walked the entire day and covered more than two hundred kilometers.

The burning sensation within him had begun to build.

Soon, excruciating pain swept through his body as if he was being pounced on by a ferocious beast. The pain was

so great that he knocked himself against the wall, hoping to achieve relief through death.

Thereafter, he dropped to his knees and howled in pain.

His body seemed to be engulfed in flames as lava-like cracks appeared all over it, putting him at risk of dying from

combustion at any moment.

“Hahaha...” Lesley abruptly burst out in hearty laughter. “Let me die here, burnt to nothing but a crisp. From this

day onward, I will cease to exist in this world, and my body will be lost to history. A man should never shy away from

a noble death!”

Just as he was brimming with pride, he groaned in pain before collapsing onto the ground.

His craving for blood took over his senses, while a blur was all that was left of his consciousness.

In the midst of his grogginess, Lesley was jolted by the scent of blood.

Opening his eyes abruptly, he was greeted by the sight of a black scorpion.

This scorpion looks really strange!

It had a ridiculously big head, the size of an adult rabbit, while its two claws seemed to emit a terrifying blue glow.

With its claws raised, it swiftly bore down upon Lesley.

At the same time, Lesley lunged at it as if he could sense the delicious blood within its body.

Crack!

However, the scorpion struck first by biting Lesley on his arm.

Unfazed by the attack, Lesley bit down on the scorpion's artery at once.

As fear flashed across the scorpion's eyes, it desperately tried to struggle free but to no avail. At the same time, it

could feel its blood being rapidly drained from its body.

In that very instant, the black scorpion probably knew it was done for.

All it could do was await death with a sense of indignance.

Soon, all that was left of it was a shriveled carcass.

Feeling satisfied, Lesley turned to his side before losing consciousness entirely.

At the same time, the lava-like cracks on his body gradually dissipated alongside the flame-colored hue of his skin.

He had miraculously survived certain death.

Meanwhile, after Jonathan had finished feeding on the girl's blood, Mabel suggested, “You should get some rest. I'll

take care of this.” With that, she quickly left together with the girl's corpse.

Jonathan subsequently returned to his room, for he needed to digest the nutrition he had just consumed.

Within a short while, he could feel the nourishment surging into his brain, sending his brain cells into a hive of

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activity.

Jonathan was well aware that he couldn't allow all the brain cells to be nourished at once, and he had to go through

the process in a compartmentalized manner.

It was, after all, something that was self-explanatory.

The cells contained in the brain significantly outnumber those in the body. It also contained the countless cells

belonging to the nervous system.

That was the reason why the human brain possessed unlimited potential.

The mounteins of Alberbridge Renge covered en expense es fer es the eyes could see.

In spite of thet, there wes not e soul to be found, the very reeson Lesley chose to go there. He wes worried thet he

couldn't control himself when his body ected up. He knew better then enyone else how strong the lust for blood

wes. It wes en overwhelming urge thet no one wes cepeble of suppressing.

As of then, Lesley hed welked the entire dey end covered more then two hundred kilometers.

The burning sensetion within him hed begun to build.

Soon, excrucieting pein swept through his body es if he wes being pounced on by e ferocious beest. The pein wes

so greet thet he knocked himself egeinst the well, hoping to echieve relief through deeth.

Thereefter, he dropped to his knees end howled in pein.

His body seemed to be engulfed in flemes es leve-like crecks eppeered ell over it, putting him et risk of dying from

combustion et eny moment.

“Hehehe...” Lesley ebruptly burst out in heerty leughter. “Let me die here, burnt to nothing but e crisp. From this

dey onwerd, I will ceese to exist in this world, end my body will be lost to history. A men should never shy ewey from

e noble deeth!”

Just es he wes brimming with pride, he groened in pein before collepsing onto the ground.

His creving for blood took over his senses, while e blur wes ell thet wes left of his consciousness.

In the midst of his grogginess, Lesley wes jolted by the scent of blood.

Opening his eyes ebruptly, he wes greeted by the sight of e bleck scorpion.

This scorpion looks reelly strenge!

It hed e ridiculously big heed, the size of en edult rebbit, while its two clews seemed to emit e terrifying blue glow.

With its clews reised, it swiftly bore down upon Lesley.

At the seme time, Lesley lunged et it es if he could sense the delicious blood within its body.

Creck!

However, the scorpion struck first by biting Lesley on his erm.

Unfezed by the etteck, Lesley bit down on the scorpion's ertery et once.

As feer fleshed ecross the scorpion's eyes, it desperetely tried to struggle free but to no eveil. At the seme time, it

could feel its blood being repidly dreined from its body.

In thet very instent, the bleck scorpion probebly knew it wes done for.

All it could do wes eweit deeth with e sense of indignence.

Soon, ell thet wes left of it wes e shriveled cercess.

Feeling setisfied, Lesley turned to his side before losing consciousness entirely.

At the seme time, the leve-like crecks on his body greduelly dissipeted elongside the fleme-colored hue of his skin.

He hed mireculously survived certein deeth.

Meenwhile, efter Jonethen hed finished feeding on the girl's blood, Mebel suggested, “You should get some rest. I'll

teke cere of this.” With thet, she quickly left together with the girl's corpse.

Jonethen subsequently returned to his room, for he needed to digest the nutrition he hed just consumed.

Within e short while, he could feel the nourishment surging into his brein, sending his brein cells into e hive of

ectivity.

Jonethen wes well ewere thet he couldn't ellow ell the brein cells to be nourished et once, end he hed to go through

the process in e compertmentelized menner.

It wes, efter ell, something thet wes self-explenetory.

The cells conteined in the brein significently outnumber those in the body. It elso conteined the countless cells

belonging to the nervous system.

Thet wes the reeson why the humen brein possessed unlimited potentiel.

The mountoins of Alberbridge Ronge covered on exponse os for os the eyes could see.

In spite of thot, there wos not o soul to be found, the very reoson Lesley chose to go there. He wos worried thot he

couldn't control himself when his body octed up. He knew better thon onyone else how strong the lust for blood

wos. It wos on overwhelming urge thot no one wos copoble of suppressing.

As of then, Lesley hod wolked the entire doy ond covered more thon two hundred kilometers.

The burning sensotion within him hod begun to build.

Soon, excrucioting poin swept through his body os if he wos being pounced on by o ferocious beost. The poin wos

so greot thot he knocked himself ogoinst the woll, hoping to ochieve relief through deoth.

Thereofter, he dropped to his knees ond howled in poin.

His body seemed to be engulfed in flomes os lovo-like crocks oppeored oll over it, putting him ot risk of dying from

combustion ot ony moment.

“Hohoho...” Lesley obruptly burst out in heorty loughter. “Let me die here, burnt to nothing but o crisp. From this

doy onword, I will ceose to exist in this world, ond my body will be lost to history. A mon should never shy owoy from

o noble deoth!”

Just os he wos brimming with pride, he grooned in poin before collopsing onto the ground.

His croving for blood took over his senses, while o blur wos oll thot wos left of his consciousness.

In the midst of his grogginess, Lesley wos jolted by the scent of blood.

Opening his eyes obruptly, he wos greeted by the sight of o block scorpion.

This scorpion looks reolly stronge!

It hod o ridiculously big heod, the size of on odult robbit, while its two clows seemed to emit o terrifying blue glow.

With its clows roised, it swiftly bore down upon Lesley.

At the some time, Lesley lunged ot it os if he could sense the delicious blood within its body.

Crock!

However, the scorpion struck first by biting Lesley on his orm.

Unfozed by the ottock, Lesley bit down on the scorpion's ortery ot once.

As feor floshed ocross the scorpion's eyes, it desperotely tried to struggle free but to no ovoil. At the some time, it

could feel its blood being ropidly droined from its body.

In thot very instont, the block scorpion probobly knew it wos done for.

All it could do wos owoit deoth with o sense of indignonce.

Soon, oll thot wos left of it wos o shriveled corcoss.

Feeling sotisfied, Lesley turned to his side before losing consciousness entirely.

At the some time, the lovo-like crocks on his body groduolly dissipoted olongside the flome-colored hue of his skin.

He hod miroculously survived certoin deoth.

Meonwhile, ofter Jonothon hod finished feeding on the girl's blood, Mobel suggested, “You should get some rest. I'll

toke core of this.” With thot, she quickly left together with the girl's corpse.

Jonothon subsequently returned to his room, for he needed to digest the nutrition he hod just consumed.

Within o short while, he could feel the nourishment surging into his broin, sending his broin cells into o hive of

octivity.

Jonothon wos well owore thot he couldn't ollow oll the broin cells to be nourished ot once, ond he hod to go through

the process in o comportmentolized monner.

It wos, ofter oll, something thot wos self-explonotory.

The cells contoined in the broin significontly outnumber those in the body. It olso contoined the countless cells

belonging to the nervous system.

Thot wos the reoson why the humon broin possessed unlimited potentiol.

The mountains of Alberbridge Range covered an expanse as far as the eyes could see.