110: Sin of Fate

"Hassan, I know everything about you."

"Vengeance for vengeance, grievance for grievance!"

"But do you know the consequences of your actions?"

"Do you know how many people will lose their parents, their children, their husbands, and their wives because of what you have done?"

"Countless tragedies even worse than yours will play out!"

Hassan slowly stood up and looked Zhang Sheng directly in the eyes.

His eyes were dead and lifeless; it was hard to imagine these were the eyes of a seventeen-year-old boy.

He said coldly:

"How utterly ridiculous!"

"Utterly ridiculous!"

"Everyone, everyone should die and return to the embrace of Allah!"

"The common people are nothing more than tools for you high-and-mighty people to amass wealth and vent your frustrations; their lives and deaths depend on your every whim."

"Instead of lingering on in such misery, it's better to just die!"

Zhang Sheng said loudly, "Hassan, that is nothing more than your own wishful thinking. You are blinded by a single leaf, unable to see Mount Tai."

"The suffering of your hometown is not the suffering of the whole world."

"Your misfortune is not the misfortune of others. How do you know what hopes others have for the future?"

"While those Demonic Centipedes haven't caused any casualties yet, assist me in dealing with the Parasitic God Insect Emperor, and I can save your life. It's not too late to turn back now."

"Heh, Zhang Sheng, you make it sound so easy. Do you know how many people live in Bengal?"

"I'll tell you, it's over a hundred million people, and at least eighty percent of them live lives worse than dogs and pigs!"

Hassan threw his head back and let out a long cry,

"All living beings suffer, and I shall be their salvation!"

"Death is the only destination! The only liberation!"

"Zhang Sheng, your strength may be great, but don't think for a moment that you can make me submit!"

"Never!"

"Even if I die, don't dream of me assisting you! I want everyone in the world to return to Allah's embrace. Though I die today, as long as oppression exists, a single spark will never be extinguished!"

"Abba, Amma, I'm coming to see you!"

Memories of his childhood surfaced in Hassan's mind.

During a festival, his mother had given him a plate of mutton pilaf, but that mutton had come from a sheep infected with the plague, discarded in a trash heap by the rich.

His mother had scavenged it from the trash.

Yet, that very plate of mutton pilaf was the most delicious food in his memory.

Sadly, even at the moment of his death, he still hadn't found his younger sister.

Seeing this,

Zhang Sheng hurriedly cast a Freeze Spell, freezing the boy.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop the boy's life force from dissipating.

Under the observation of his Spirit Eye, the boy had already severed his own heart meridians.

Looking at the thin, lifeless boy before him, Zhang Sheng remained silent for a long time.

A surge of stifled frustration welled up in his chest.

Hassan was guilty, and his death was not to be pitied!

But there was also the sin of the times, the sin of fate!

"Zhang Sheng, did you find Hassan?" Hou Wu's voice came through the Smart Terminal.

"I found him, but unfortunately, he's just a corpse now."

The plan to investigate the Parasitic God Insect Emperor through Hassan had gone up in smoke.

Perhaps Hassan had already lost his will to live.

"How can that be? He was clearly alive when I performed the divination," Irene's anxious voice came from the other end of the line.

Zhang Sheng continued, "He committed suicide right in front of me."

Hassan's body was successfully stored inside the storage ring; if it were a living being, it certainly couldn't have been stored. He was truly dead.

This was absolutely terrible.

With a lingering sense of frustration in his heart, Zhang Sheng flew toward a nearby slum.

Chaos and filth—everyone, adults and children alike, was doing the same thing.

They were making Spirit Beads or simply infusing Spirit Beads with energy after they had been depleted; every single one of them was a Spirit Slave!

There wasn't a hint of modern society, not even electricity. The emergence of the Cultivation civilization hadn't brought the slightest improvement to their lives.

Guards armed with live ammunition were constantly watching over them. How could the commoners, who had never practiced offensive Spells, be a match for these henchmen of the wealthy?

Anyone caught trying to escape faced only death.

Zhang Sheng descended from the sky.

"Who are you?"

Dozens of muzzles were pointed at Zhang Sheng as he landed.

"The one who will take your lives!"

"Swoosh—"

A silver Moon Blade flashed by.

In an instant, the Moon Blade severed everyone's heads. Blood sprayed from their necks, making a gurgling sound.

A middle-aged man who had been infusing energy stopped his movements and picked up a soldier's gun, pointing it at Zhang Sheng.

The rifle trembled along with the man's hands.

Zhang Sheng paid no mind to this pitiful person and expanded his Divine Sense for thirty kilometers.

Moon Blades flew out from around him toward the distance.

Every wealthy slave owner and their henchmen were slaughtered to the last man.

Those who aided the wicked also deserved no pity in death.

A voice entered everyone's minds:

"From now on, you are free!"

Upon learning that the so-called "Peacekeepers" and slave owners had been killed, fires broke out everywhere.

They rushed into the wealthy district, destroying everything they could, setting massive fires, and some even desecrated the corpses of the rich to vent their inner hatred.

Zhang Sheng didn't care whether what he did was right or wrong; he only sought to clear his mind, and much of the frustration in his heart dissipated.

Suddenly,

A disheveled boy knelt down before Zhang Sheng.

"My Lord, please take me away from here. I am willing to serve you like an ox or a horse for the rest of my life!"

"I beg of you!"

The boy kept kowtowing and pleading until his forehead was bloody.

An invisible force stopped him from kowtowing further.

Meanwhile, the others kept a respectful distance from Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng noticed that the boy had the features of an East Asian, though his skin had been deliberately smeared with the color of light soy sauce.

"Give me a reason to take you in!" Zhang Sheng said expressionlessly.

Although the boy's courage was commendable, courage alone was far from enough.

Hearing this,

The boy carefully pulled a Spirit Bead from his bosom.

"It's just a first-order Low Grade Spirit Bead."

"Wait, no!"

Zhang Sheng narrowed his eyes; the Spiritual Qi contained in this Spirit Bead actually far exceeded that of an ordinary first-order Low Grade Spirit Bead.

"But this Spirit Bead is clearly still of first-order Low Grade quality. What's going on?"

Controlled by his Mental Energy, the Spirit Bead flew into Zhang Sheng's hand.

Upon closer inspection, he realized what was happening.

Semi-finished Spirit Bead cores are issued by the state. Then, a Cultivator injects Spiritual Qi into them and finally performs Spirit Sealing to create a finished Spirit Bead.

However, such finished Spirit Beads are only Low Grade. If classified by Realm, they wouldn't even be considered first-order; they are merely unranked.

Such a Spirit Bead contains only ten points of spiritual power.

But the Spirit Bead from this boy contained thirty points of spiritual power. The reason wasn't the Spirit Bead core, but the final Spirit Sealing.

The Spirit Sealing method of this Spirit Bead possessed a natural and seamless beauty.

It had forcibly sealed in more spiritual power!

"A Talent!"

The first thing Zhang Sheng thought of was a Talent.

"What is your name?"

"My Lord, my name is Xie He!"

He spoke the local dialect fluently, having clearly grown up here since childhood, but the pronunciation of his name was similar to that of a Chinese person.

However, these were not the focus of Zhang Sheng's attention.

"Xie He, what is your Talent?"