Chapter 60: Gratitude "So what if it is, so what if it isn't...

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?" Mary found this question puzzling. She looked at the young man in front of her, wondering if he was the Kaz that Fanny Valentine mentioned.

He had ruby-red eyes and long, gorgeous purple hair that fell to his thighs, resembling the shaggy fur of a large, fluffy cat. At first glance, he matched the figure, but his height wasn't as exaggerated as Fani had described, roughly estimating around 1.85 meters. His face still had a childish look, making him look underage.

"That's a big difference." The young man walked towards her with an elegant and leisurely manner. "If you were human, you would have to pay the price for waking me. If you were one of us, it wouldn't be a big deal."

"You look down on humans?" Mary frowned.

"Of course," the other party said flatly. "They're clearly weak, yet they always love to stir up trouble, keen to slaughter their own kind just for land that doesn't belong to them. They're just ordinary animals, yet they call themselves the most intelligent creatures. How arrogant and conceited."

The word "massacre" touched Mary's nerves, and the knife in her hand was uncontrollably retracted into the sheath.

Although the young man before her wasn't human, he remained friendly. Mary had heard a lot of bad things about the Pillar People, but she had her own judgment. Since they had no intention of attacking her, she wouldn't attack without reason.

"What's with that tree?" Mary broached the subject. The man raised his eyebrows, a hint of pride on his face. "This is a plant I developed. It's weak now, but once it's fully nourished, its attack power will be much stronger. It's considered one of my top subordinates."

...Can something like this actually be researched? Mary's mouth twitched, feeling as if her worldview had been forced to reshape.

"What about the others?" Didn't Kaz have two companions in the other world? Where were they?

Kaz's delicate lips were pressed into a straight line: "Have you forgotten?"

“I” Mary hadn’t finished speaking when she heard Jello’s voice: “Mary, Mary, are you still there?”

The sounds of hurried footsteps and the flickering oil lamps intertwined. Kaz licked his lips in a good mood: "Anyone who needs lighting in this environment must be a human being." Although he was not very hungry now, he did not mind having an appetizer to celebrate his awakening.

Mary knew something was wrong when she saw this. She cursed inwardly and yelled again, "Don't come down! Didn't I tell you to go back?"

Why don't you listen to her?!

Mary hadn't felt this frantic for a long time, and she once again realized the benefits of Blackmoya. When he was Mary's exclusive subordinate, he was extremely obedient. If he were with Mary at this moment, he would have fled outside the hospital at Mary's command.

The chaotic footsteps stopped, and Dorothy's timid voice floated down the stone steps: "Mary, what is down there that makes you so alert?"

Jero's voice followed closely behind: "If it's really dangerous, I can't leave and leave you alone down there. Mary, you're also human. You can't bear it all alone. It doesn't make sense."

"She is not a human being." A ghostly voice surrounded my ears, with a strange hoarseness and tail tone.

The voice appeared suddenly but surprisingly naturally. Jello didn't react immediately and thought it was a strange guard beside him who was talking.

"What do you mean?" Jello was quite dissatisfied with this sentence. He clenched the iron ball in his hand and looked to the side, but saw a pair of blood-red eyes in the dim light, just like the most precious pigeon blood red in the mine.

who?

who is he?

Jero Zeppelin saw the excitement in the other's eyes, and that excitement made him feel creepy.

That is the look a hunter has when he looks at his prey, that is the look a lion has when he looks at an antelope.

This guy is weird!!

Jello threw the iron ball hard at the opponent, but unfortunately the speed of the opponent was too fast to be believed. Even with all the strength of the green iron ball, it only hit the stranger's afterimage and smashed into the stone wall next to it in a mess.

The opponent's five fingers bent into the shape of eagle claws and attacked his abdomen with the sound of breaking through the air. Even if he was not hit, Jello could know how powerful the power contained in it was.

The more critical the moment, the more we cannot give up!

Jero bit his tongue to stimulate his head. The place was dark and narrow, without any shelter. Whether he ran down or up, he would be dead. He had already wasted one of the two iron balls on his body, so he couldn't attack the remaining one rashly!

The monster's speed had exceeded the limits of human beings. Just when Jello was about to take out an iron ball from his bag to harden his skin, the monster had already arrived in front of him.

It's too late

Jello had never been so aware that he was about to die.

Mary was just down there, and she had to deal with such a monster?

Jero felt his heart aching slightly. What kind of things had she experienced to make her so fearless?

The moment the sharp claws approached his abdomen, he felt another force on his side, kicking him in the ribs quickly and sharply, sending him flying two meters away.

"Ugh!" Jello gasped for air with great effort, feeling as if he had been knocked away by an angry bull. He forced himself to stand up, even though his throat was filled with the thick smell of blood.

As a doctor, he roughly assessed his condition. Internal bleeding was a certainty, and even more serious, there were fractured ribs.

Probably because his head had hit the stone steps directly, the back of his head was bleeding and he had a mild concussion. He shook his head irritably, hoping to immediately get rid of this uncomfortable dizziness.

"Mary!!" Dorothy's scream was so piercing that Jello immediately adjusted himself. He gripped the rough rock wall with his hands and forced himself to move forward, but in the dim light he saw a scene that made him shudder.

Mary took his place, her abdomen pierced directly by the stranger's arm. The man's arm tore through Mary's back, each finger stained bright red, and drops of blood dripped from the drooping fingertips like rain.

"You're actually saving a human?" Kaz thought it was ridiculous. "Mary, you're so lonely without any companions that you're willing to associate with humans? It's truly too sad."

Mary turned her wrist, and the dagger she had put away reappeared in her hand. She mercilessly cut off the arm that Kaz had used to attack her: "Don't be so self-righteous and make assumptions about others!"

Kaz stepped back, not surprised by Mary's attack.

People born under the sign of Zhu all have their own tempers. Although they are indifferent by nature, it does not mean that they are not combative.

He possesses immense power, and oftentimes, everyone is unwilling to yield to the other. If a dispute arises between Pillar People, it is often resolved with fists. If Mary doesn't hurt him, she would appear cowardly.

He casually poked his finger into the guard's brow. The guard was so frightened by Kaz that he had no strength to dodge and was soon sucked dry, leaving only a thin layer of skin on his body.

With the nourishment of blood, Kaz's broken arm quickly recovered. He looked at Mary, who was supported by Dorothy, and said, "The fight between Pillar Men and Pillar Men is meaningless, Mary."

Mary pulled her arms out of Dorothy's hands and stared at Kaz coldly, ready to strike.

Kaz sighed a little irritably, took a step forward, ignored Dorothy who was trembling like a sieve but not retreating in front of Mary, grabbed Mary's clenched fist, and then brought it to his abdomen.

"If you are angry about me accidentally hurting you, you can replicate your wound on my body." As soon as Kaz finished speaking, Mary did it without hesitation. She also used brute force to tear open Kaz's tight abdomen and drilled into the warm flesh.

They were closer than before, so close that Mary could smell the scent of Kaz's hair, which had a very faint smell, similar to that of rice.

Damn it, why does a race that can't see the sun have such a warm smell?

"Listen, Mary," Kaz whispered in her ear. "I don't want to kill the last of my kind left in the world. I want to maintain a good relationship with you. We should have a common goal, which is... to become perfect creatures."

Kaz dodged the iron ball and left Mary's side. "Think about it, Mary." He bounced a few times and disappeared in front of everyone. The echo of his words echoed in the dark secret passage. "I will come to see you again, Mary."

Jero felt his lips trembling. He quickly tore open his work clothes and pulled them into strips, but he knew very well in his heart that it was impossible for a human body to survive with such serious injuries.

He was the one who killed Mary.

hateful!

Jero felt his fingertips were completely cold. He didn't even dare to examine Mary's wound at first. He bit his lip, roughly wiped away the tears from his eyes, and forced himself to return to his role as a doctor.

When facing a patient, first provide first aid and then send the patient to the emergency room.

When he approached Mary, he saw that her eyes were still bright, without any of the dimness before death.

Most likely... the adrenaline is already running.

Jello wanted to give Mary a reassuring smile, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

He carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Mary's lips, but heard Mary's extremely cold voice: "Why don't you listen to me?"

"What?"

"Bang!" A pair of hands suddenly rose up without warning, tightly grasped Jello's throat, and pressed him against the stone wall, unable to move.

The culprit, Mary, was clearly half a head shorter than him, but now she was much taller than him. A flame of anger appeared in her silver eyes, almost burning through Jello's cheeks. "Tell me, Jello, why didn't you listen to me?"

Jero Zeppelin even wondered if he had just fainted, and the current scene was just an illusion in his mind.

The vital organs of the human body are all in the upper body. Logically speaking, Mary should have died with such serious injuries, but why... does she still have so much strength?

He suddenly thought of what the devil had just said.

Mary...is not human

The oil lamp had been knocked over to the ground, and the light was so dim that it would go out at any time. Jello could only see that Mary's abdomen was covered in blood, and he naturally thought that it was a wound.

He thought of the man's arm, which had been restored to its original state. Could it be that Mary...? Jello's hand, trembling, slowly reached for Mary's abdomen. There were no fragments of internal organs, nor the large hole where he had expected air to leak. All he could feel was Mary's warm skin.

They are flexible and elastic, that's healthy skin.

Mary won't die!

This thought flashed through Jero's mind like lightning, and tears finally flowed from his eyes at the relief of surviving the disaster. He wanted to hold Mary in his arms and thank God for this miracle, but Mary's hands pinned him to the stone wall, and moving was a luxury.

"Mary, I'm sorry." Jello said dryly, "I've caused you so much trouble because of my recklessness and arrogance. I know I'm just an impulsive bastard."

Hearing these words, Mary loosened her grip on Jello, and fresh air finally flowed easily into his throat again. Jello coughed awkwardly a few times before finally easing his breathing.

He looked at Mary in the darkness and knelt down on one knee firmly.

Like a medieval knight who saw a noble lord, he swore his loyalty to her and offered her everything he had: "I, Jeroboam Zeppeli, swear here that my life will no longer belong to me, but to you, Mary."

Mary looked at Jeroboam's face. He had thrown away his hat in the earlier chaos, and his hair was spread out like clouds. His light golden hair still shone brightly in the night, like moonlight on a summer night. His emerald green eyes were so clear and moist, like moss on pebbles under the water, emitting a quiet green.

He groped for Mary's hand and took it, leaving his own pious mark on the back of her hand: "If you are willing, I will follow you for the rest of my life to repay you for saving me."