Chapter 133: Survivor of the Mutant Uprising |
Wrath stared at the light screen, remaining silent for several seconds before finally shaking his head.
"This is something Lust should be worrying about. He's the one who wants to kill Continuity, not me."
But Greed didn't seem to believe him.
"Are you really not concerned?" Greed's expression held a hint of a mocking smile. "If Continuity grows stronger, then his Siren student will have an even stronger backing."
"You... really don't care?"
Wrath's fingers twitched.
"Just a Siren..." he said softly.
"Are you trying to say you won't take it out on him?" Greed rubbed his head, which had been losing some hair lately.
"What I mean is, he can't hide by Continuity's side forever," Wrath replied.
"Are you telling me you're not even interested in that Singularity?" Greed put away the light screen.
"Absurdity doesn't suit me," Wrath shook his head. "I'm not good at cleansing Pollution, and I don't want to turn into some idiot who only knows how to laugh stupidly."
"If you say that, Pride will be hurt," Greed joked.
"He won't care," Wrath didn't entertain the joke.
"Fine." Greed spread his hands. "Pride is currently trying to play the emotional card with that Singularity. Seems pretty interested in him."
"So?"
"So? Hmm... let me think. As companions, maybe we should help him out a bit. What do you think?" Greed adjusted his glasses.
"You're the one who wants that Singularity." Pride exposed Greed's little scheme right to his face. "I'll say it again: if you have something to say, say it directly. No beating around the bush."
"Fine, I want it." Greed stopped circling and spoke bluntly. "But after I finish my research, I'll hand him over to Pride."
Wrath closed his eyes.
"I'm not interested in your schemes. Don't drag me into this."
Greed chuckled softly.
"Is that so?"
"What a shame."
"You wouldn't lift a finger without profit... If you've got something to say, just say it all at once." Wrath opened his eyes again.
"What do I have to say? What could I possibly have to say?" Greed shrugged. "I already told you, I just came to catch up."
"Why won't you believe me?"
Wrath didn't answer. Instead, he turned his attention back to the city below.
His gaze slowly swept across every corner of the city, and he noticed that some people had already regained consciousness.
He had detonated emotions like anger and hatred. Those who had relatively stable emotions at the time, or who felt more terror than hatred, would recover much faster and face a much lower risk of life-threatening danger.
As he watched, he slowly raised his hand, letting black flames ignite in his palm, then lifted the flame above his head.
Greed had said one thing right: even without him, these people would still start wars. The only difference was whether it happened sooner or later.
He hated war, no matter what form it took.
Whether it was for faith, for resources, or for a righteous cause...
No matter the reason, he hated war. No matter how much they dressed it up, war was war.
So, he acted.
Since the Federation had nothing better to do, he'd give them something to occupy themselves.
Since they couldn't understand the value of peace, he'd show them just how fortunate "peace" really was.
The flame in his hand burned brighter and brighter, hotter and hotter.
Then it slowly grew larger, becoming a small black sun.
Wrath gently pushed it, letting it drift upward toward the Federation's central city.
The sun drifted and shone as it went, but it didn't bring much heat.
No houses were destroyed. No plants or animals perished.
Instead, under the sun's rays, some animals and plants within the Federation began to mutate.
Plants grew teeth and eyes. Animals started merging and evolving. Fish in the sea grew limbs and crawled onto land. Birds in the sky grew sharp claws...
Even the people who had died in the war—the corpses lying on the ground—were affected.
The flies and various microorganisms that had been circling the corpses, after being exposed to the black sun, began to merge with those bodies. The corpses rapidly decayed yet wobbled as they stood up, opening eyes with compound structures and mouths teeming with plague.
Wrath watched this scene, his expression neither happy nor sad.
Many people would die. Very many.
But it didn't matter. It didn't matter.
He had full confidence in his self-control. He knew exactly how much power this small sun possessed.
As long as the Federation was willing to reunite, as long as they were willing to cooperate again, these dangers didn't matter. They could all be overcome.
As long as they abandoned war, cooperated, and united against external threats.
This sun wouldn't destroy their nation.
But... if they insisted on fighting, insisted on war, insisted on rejecting each other...
Then let them die.
Wrath slowly lowered his hand and took a short, controlled breath.
Cooperate, or die.
Wrath believed most people were normal. He believed they would make the normal choice.
"Oh, right."
"That Singularity seems pretty friendly toward Mutants." Greed's slow, deliberate voice came from beside Wrath.
Wrath's hand suddenly tightened.
"What did you say?" He turned to look at Greed beside him.
"I said, that Singularity seems pretty friendly toward Mutants." Greed repeated with a smile. "He even created a Mutant clone—another Siren."
"Is that so..." Wrath repeated in a low voice. "Friendly toward Mutants..."
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Greed stopped provoking Wrath.
He reached out a hand and patted his colleague's shoulder, as a gesture of comfort.
He knew his colleague would definitely get involved in this matter.
After all, he was a survivor of the Mutant Uprising.