Chapter 89
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Chapter 89: Wait for Me to Finish My Work
The God of Theater’s voice was calm, but beneath that calmness, there was a simmering rage.
A fate bearer with the character "God," destined to become one of the most powerful beings in the future!
He was meant to stand at the pinnacle, a pillar of strength against the invasion of foreign races!
With the limitless potential and unpredictable abilities of a fate bearer with the character "God," he was one of the few who would shoulder the burden of defending against alien threats in the future.
Such a prodigy, such a powerful being, should grow under the nurturing care of the nation, thriving in safety until they could rise to their full potential.
The nation protects you in your youth, and in return, you protect the nation as it grows stronger!
But now, a mere Yin-Yang Sorcerer dares to think of enslaving a fate bearer with the character "God"?
Not only is he himself a fate bearer with the character "God," but the very act of one fate bearer trying to enslave another is a direct violation of his deepest principles!
With the threat of the Arrow Realm aberrants looming, these despicable creatures are still scheming like this?
“Occupation: Yin-Yang Sorcerer.”
The God of Theater said coolly, “Name: Huang Liang, twenty-seven years old, currently a sixth-level fate bearer.”
“A sixth-level Yin-Yang Sorcerer, if he were to face a newly awakened fate bearer with the character ‘God,’ the latter would indeed be no match for him.”
Beside him, Su Wen spoke up: “The Shadow God’s real name is Mo Xiaosu. Her mother was killed by her adoptive father in June 2022. Her adoptive father had connections, so the matter was swept under the rug.”
“Later, she tried to avenge her mother, but when her adoptive father found out, he handed her over to local traffickers, and she endured great suffering.”
“At this point, it’s possible…”
Hearing this, the God of Theater’s expression shifted slightly. He grabbed Su Wen and vanished in an instant.
In the Star God’s office, a faint trace of Theater Protection energy lingered.
Clearly, the God of Theater had just used his special abilities.
“Shadow God…”
The Star God sat down slowly, and after a moment of silence, he murmured, “It seems the Starry Array still has flaws.”
“If the God of Wealth hadn’t warned us, a fate bearer with the character ‘God’ might have faced the greatest danger of her life.”
…
In a gloomy room in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
A young girl was tied to a bed with ropes, completely immobilized.
Beside her stood a middle-aged woman, pulling on a pair of gloves.
“Stop struggling, girl.”
The middle-aged woman said coldly, “You’ve been given an anesthetic and tied down. Even a grown man wouldn’t be able to move in your position.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt for long.”
“Your father only asked me to sever the tendons in your hands and feet. You’ve been given anesthesia; it won’t hurt.”
Just then, a man with a crew cut walked in through the small door.
“Why are you wasting time talking to a kid?”
The crew-cut man said fiercely, “Her father brought her here so we could teach her a lesson.”
“Break her hands and feet, then make sure they’re completely shattered.”
“Hmm… that’s not enough. We should also ruin her face; such a delicate face won’t help her beg for money later.”
“I’ve got all the tools ready for you: a whip, saltwater, and some other things.”
The middle-aged woman inspected the instruments while saying, “Honestly, this girl has a nice figure and looks; it’s a waste to ruin her. We might as well sell her, maybe we can make some cash.”
The crew-cut man shook his head. “No, her father paid a lot; she has to be crippled.”
“What if we break her limbs first and then sell her?”
“That could work. Let’s leave her face untouched for now; I know some rich folks who enjoy that kind of thing.”
“Right, I remember Mr. Wang seems to have a taste for it.”
“Yeah, I’m no saint, but even I think that guy’s twisted.”
“……”
Mo Xiaosu lay on the iron bed, her mind foggy from the anesthetic.
But somehow, she could hear the conversation between the middle-aged woman and the crew-cut man with perfect clarity.
At that moment, she was overwhelmed with despair and fear.
As a child, she couldn’t fathom how such monstrous people could exist in the world.
How could they talk so casually, even with smiles, about dismembering her or turning her into a disabled person to be handed over to someone else?
Were these people even human?
Her mother had died at the hands of that devil, and now she had been sent here, facing a fate worse than death…
In that moment, Mo Xiaosu struggled through confusion and pain, the dizziness and helplessness from the anesthetic making her feel utterly abandoned by the world.
No!
The whole world!
Was rotten!
There wasn’t a single good person!
Everything the TV said was a lie!
She had believed what the TV told her, and now she was drugged and strapped to an iron bed!
“Damn it!!!”
In her haze, Mo Xiaosu heard an enraged roar.
The next moment, she completely blacked out under the anesthetic, losing all consciousness.
As she slipped into unconsciousness, her heart was consumed by endless fear.
Slowly, she began to feel that the world was just like this—nothing worth holding onto.
If she could, she’d wish for the world to be destroyed.
Her mother was gone, and soon she would be too.
Then let them all die!
Faintly, in Mo Xiaosu’s heart, a dark shadow filled with despair seemed to be triggered, slowly beginning to emerge and spread throughout.
"Those damn bastards!"
The God of Theater’s voice was filled with rage, and the middle-aged woman and the crew-cut man who were about to dismember Mo Xiaosu were now reduced to a bloody mess.
But for the God of Theater, physical destruction wasn’t the end.
The real torment—the kind that comes from the soul—was just beginning!
"Sigh…"
Su Wen picked Mo Xiaosu up from the iron bed, letting out a heavy sigh.
Thankfully, he made it in time!
If he had arrived even a moment later, the second tragedy that was destined to befall the Shadow God would have unfolded.
Hearing about the horrors inflicted by traffickers might sound like just a phrase, but seeing it firsthand reveals the true depths of their depravity.
Damn it!
Those two words don’t even begin to cover it!
Perhaps the Shadow God’s relentless manhunt against the trafficker organization in the future was also a way to exorcise the inner demons born from her own childhood trauma!
"This child has already awakened," the God of Theater said softly, gazing at Mo Xiaosu. "Wealth God, hold her and let’s take a break in my Theater World."
"When she wakes up, comfort her as much as you can."
Su Wen nodded. "I will."
Yes.
He would.
After rescuing Mo Xiaosu, a chill ran down his spine as he thought about the Yin-Yang Sorcerer’s situation.
When he had first awakened, he too had been hunted down.
Thankfully, Li Wenze and the others weren’t like this Yin-Yang Sorcerer; otherwise, his fate might have been no better than the Shadow God’s.
No—
It might have been even worse!
The Shadow God had unmatched combat strength and an escape ability so powerful it could even evade the Starry Array. But him? Did he have such skills?
If things went south, he wouldn’t even be able to run away!
"I’ll finish up here and then join you to comfort the child."
With a wave of his hand, the God of Theater pulled Su Wen and Mo Xiaosu into the Theater World.
In the next moment, he exhaled deeply, and as he looked up at the sky, a sinister, bloody light flickered in his eyes.
