Already Possesses the Way to Death

Inside the room, two giant words appeared on Huang Haoyang's screen: DEFEAT.

"Fuck! Does this jungler even know how to play?!" He slammed his headset onto the desk, his chest tight with nowhere to vent his mounting frustration.

Outside the door, his mother was still wailing and banging on the wood like a banshee, pushing his irritation to its absolute peak.

"Are you trying to wake the dead?!"

He stood up furiously, crossed the room in a few strides, and violently wrenched the door lock open.

The moment the door opened, the noise outside abruptly ceased.

Huang Haoyang watched helplessly as his father, that man, viciously plunged a knife right into his mother's heart.

Time seemed to stand still.

Huang Haoyang opened his mouth, but no sound came from his throat. After a long moment, he finally squeezed out a broken whisper.

"Mom! Dad! What are you doing?!"

Huang Haoyang's mind went completely blank, buzzing loudly.

In his line of sight, his mother Hou Guifen's body slumped limply to the ground. Blood gurgled from the gaping hole in her chest, dyeing the floral dress she wore today a blindingly harsh, dark red.

The heavy, metallic stench of rust instantly flooded the hallway.

And his father, Huang Guozhen, stood there gripping that blood-soaked fruit knife.

His eyes were bloodshot with murderous intent. Those murky eyes locked dead onto Huang Haoyang, the tip of the knife trembling slightly as it pointed directly at him.

"You little bastard, you have to die too!"

Huang Guozhen's voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows. He didn't give Huang Haoyang any time to react, lunging forward with a sudden stride.

The shadow of death descended upon him.

Just as the tip of the knife was about to pierce his skin, Huang Haoyang was violently yanked back to reality by his survival instinct.

He had no time to think, let alone dodge. Relying entirely on brute force, he slammed himself forward.

Standing at nearly six feet tall and well-fed, Huang Haoyang weighed over a hundred and fifty pounds.

As for Huang Guozhen, he was a short middle-aged man barely five foot three. Years of smoking and drinking had long since hollowed out his frail body.

Thud!

It was as if Huang Guozhen had been rammed by a calf. He was sent flying backward, the fruit knife slipping from his grasp and clattering onto the nearby floor tiles with a terrifyingly crisp sound.

Huang Haoyang was also dizzy from the collision, but fear overpowered everything else. He scrambled over, practically crawling, and snatched up the cold fruit knife before his father could.

The handle was still slick and wet with his parents' warm blood, so slippery he could barely maintain his grip.

He turned his head, first looking at his mother lying lifeless in a pool of blood, and his tears instantly broke like a breached dam.

Then he turned to look at his father groaning on the floor.

"Dad... why? Why did you kill Mom?! Are you freaking crazy?!" His voice trembled uncontrollably, a messy blend of sobbing and rage.

Lying on the floor, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Huang Guozhen's mouth, yet a bizarre, cold sneer surfaced on his face.

He suddenly shifted to an expression of pained affection, staring at Huang Haoyang. "Son, I was trying to protect you."

"Your mother went crazy! She charged into the bathroom with a knife and stabbed me, saying she was going to kill both of us! I... I endured the pain and ran out here just to protect you!"

These words hit like a heavy hammer against Huang Haoyang's already chaotic mind.

Protect me?

Mom went crazy?

Hearing this, Huang Haoyang's already overwhelmed brain completely short-circuited.

He subconsciously glanced back at his mother's corpse.

No...

A specific word acted like a sharp nail, piercing deeply into his memory.

Bastard!

Huang Haoyang's pupils shrank violently as realization dawned on him. He gripped the knife tighter and pointed it at the man on the floor.

"No... that's a lie! You just called... called me a bastard! You wanted to kill me!"

The disguise on Huang Guozhen's face was instantly torn away. He never expected this bastard to be able to think straight in such a situation.

However, drawing strength from some unknown source, he pushed himself off the floor and tried to scramble up, his eyes bloodshot as he lunged at Huang Haoyang once more.

"That's right! I wanted to kill you! You're a little son of a bitch! A mongrel your mother had with some wild man!"

The vicious curses washed over him, accompanied by a foul, bloody breath.

Watching his father lunge at him again, Huang Haoyang was completely stunned. His body froze in place; he even forgot to dodge.

But his hands, which tightly gripped the fruit knife, seemed to have a mind of their own. Without him exerting any effort, they raised the blade and positioned it horizontally across his chest.

One lunged forward; the other raised his hands.

The movements were so fast, it looked like a perfectly choreographed accident.

Squelch.

A faint, muffled sound of a blade piercing flesh.

The sharp fruit knife, without the slightest deviation, accurately bypassed the obstacle of the sternum and sank steadily into Huang Guozhen's chest, piercing straight into his heart.

Time seemed to freeze in that very moment.

Huang Guozhen's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. His eyes widened as he looked down at his chest in disbelief, then raised his head to stare at the mongrel standing just inches away.

He had been so sure he could turn the tables and kill him.

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something more, but the strength was rapidly draining from his body.

When the last shred of his life force was siphoned away, his entire dead weight collapsed onto Huang Haoyang.

The warm blood rapidly soaked through Huang Haoyang's thin T-shirt, drenching his chest.

Huang Haoyang would probably never forget this night.

However, at this very moment, a figure invisible to the naked eye was floating outside the terrace of this luxury apartment.

"Feel the pain..."

Lin Mo whispered softly.

The moment that fat woman had insulted his parents, she was already a dead woman. But that wasn't enough, because he also needed to let Huang Haoyang know true pain.

Simply letting Huang Haoyang die would be far too easy, wouldn't it?

Lin Mo raised his hand, two yellow talismans pinched between his fingers.

From the corpses of Huang Haoyang's parents, their souls were extracted.

The two souls seemed to still retain some form of consciousness. The moment Hou Guifen saw Lin Mo, her eyes widened in shock.

"It's you!"

Lin Mo sneered coldly. "That's right, it's me. All of this was merely to punish you."

Saying this, Lin Mo raised his hand and delivered a slap. A palm manifested from spiritual energy viciously struck Hou Guifen's soul.

Hou Guifen let out a shrill, agonizing shriek.

It was a pain that cut straight to the core of her soul.

Right then, Huang Guozhen's soul cried out in grievance.

"What does this have to do with me? Why drag me into this?!"

Lin Mo chuckled. "Huang Guozhen, did you actually think your hands were clean?"

Huang Guozhen's soul trembled violently.

Lin Mo hadn't even used a Soul-Scouring technique yet; just going through Huang Guozhen's phone earlier had been enough to prove that practically no one in this family was a decent human being.

Even so, Lin Mo still proceeded to scour the memories of both souls.

After learning about all the despicable things the two had done, Lin Mo felt absolutely no psychological burden.

But the most important point was simply this: anyone who offended him...

...had already paved their own way to death.

As for the sole survivor at this moment, Huang Haoyang, Lin Mo felt that this outcome was sufficient. No matter what happened next, the boy would forever remain at rock bottom.

Unless, of course, a System came knocking on his door.