Chapter 454 Percy Doesn't Want to Be a War Machine
"Beep beep beep—"
Percy's consciousness floated in the darkness, like a lone boat lost in an endless abyss, surrounded by unknown sounds, as if listening to the murmurs of ancient gods.
He had a long and depressing dream.
The dream began with the glaring shadowless lamp and the pungent smell of disinfectant.
He returned to the place known as the "Cradle," the Gattuso family's newborn breeding base.
He doesn't know who his parents are. From the time he can remember, he has been surrounded by sophisticated instruments and researchers in white coats with indifferent eyes.
Like many other children with excellent dragon blood, he was one of the family's most precious assets and also the most malleable experimental subject.
Every day, he has to undergo various drug injections and biological sampling, as well as various tests to see if there are any problems with his body, or whether he is developing or evolving in the direction expected by his family.
Even slight fluctuations in the data could lead to more frequent adjustments, or he could be taken away, like those children who occasionally lose control and go berserk, then disappear silently in the isolation ward, never to return.
Later, after what seemed like the umpteenth optimization, his data was deemed excellent, and he stood out.
He was taken away from the laboratory and thrown into a training camp known as "Walhol".
There are no cold instruments here, only even colder instructors and seemingly endless, hellish training.
Here, Percy underwent countless training sessions: physical fitness, combat, firearms, demolition, infiltration, interrogation and counter-interrogation, driving various vehicles, and survival in extreme environments...
Not only are there numerous training programs, but the intensity of the training is so great that it could break even the world's top special forces members.
Many of the children who were sent with him could not withstand such intense pressure, resulting in various injuries and even breakdowns. They would then be taken away by expressionless instructors, labeled as defective products, and disappear without a trace.
Percy did not break down; the dragon blood flowing through his veins endowed him with resilience and strength far beyond that of ordinary people.
He is the greatest masterpiece ever produced by the Valholm training camp.
In the fighting arena, he can easily defeat opponents several times stronger than himself; even his instructors are no match for him.
During shooting training, he was able to accurately hit targets that were also moving at high speed and with no discernible pattern at a distance of 100 meters while moving at high speed. The best sniper in the training camp praised him as a genius.
In the application of Word of Power, he demonstrated astonishing control, developing the Dustless Land to its fullest potential.
The training camp is not a gym; they also have to endure the trials of blood and fire. Percy was even secretly deployed to some unofficial conflict zones to participate in the war as a lone wolf.
He once single-handedly annihilated an army composed of well-equipped and experienced special forces and mercenaries, using the terrain, the power of words, and the combat skills honed in the training camp.
In that battle, he was covered in blood, standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his eyes as cold as the frozen soil of Siberia.
A powerful figure learned of his feat and praised him as the Gattuso family's war machine. From then on, he had a unique title and successfully left the devilish training camp set up on the isolated island.
Graduating from the Walholm training camp does not mean liberation.
Because of his years of combat training and constant exposure to the edge of life and death, his demeanor is completely different from that of ordinary people; one look at him and you know he is a warrior who has fought his way out of hell.
He was then sent to a private academy under the Gattuso family to learn etiquette, economics, politics, history, tea ceremony, bartending, and all the knowledge required of the most capable assistant to the head of the family.
This is another form of refinement, aimed at tempering his sharp and deadly weapon into a blade hidden in a beautiful scabbard.
In layman's terms, it's like a dog that you can tell at a glance will bite, turning into a dog that looks gentle and deceptive but could bite at any time.
When the last trace of his warrior's ferocity was masked by elegant manners and proper speech, he was summoned before Frost, the acting head of the Gattuso family at the time, and appointed as his senior secretary and bodyguard.
After becoming Frost's secretary and bodyguard, Percy experienced a leap in social class, going from a lowly member of the family who fought to the death, or rather, a high-ranking cannon fodder, to a promising talent by the side of the acting head of the family. His life changed from the bloody battlefield and the academy with its tedious learning tasks and many rules to the peaceful rear.
There weren't so many gunfights, so many life-or-death struggles, so many learning tasks, and even his formidable strength had no place to be used.
Although Frost was only the acting head of the Gattuso family, he was still a very important figure in European mixed-race society.
Those capable of taking action against him need to consider the Gattuso family's ruthless retaliation, while those who don't care about the Gattuso family's retaliation usually don't have the ability to get close to him.
Percy's work became much more routine: scheduling, processing documents, relaying instructions, and occasionally carrying out tasks personally assigned by Frost that required special methods to complete...
Most of the time, he was like a highly capable senior secretary, silently following behind Frost and handling everything within his power.
Standing beside Frost, Percy could sense the confidence and composure of the acting patriarch, as if he had everything under control.
Whether dealing with the scandalous affairs of his foolish older brother, the legitimate head of the family, or handling the intricate web of interests within the Secret Society, Frost always managed to navigate them with ease.
But there was one thing, one person, that Frost could never handle.
Caesar!
The future heir, on whom the family elders and countless high-ranking members placed their hopes and were certain that he would lead Gattuso to new glory, was an absolute rebellious child.
Almost every meeting between Frost and Caesar ended unhappily.
It was either Caesar's sarcastic remarks or Frost's cold shoulder; sometimes they would argue, but they never got red in the face, maintaining the elegance of aristocratic etiquette. Percy always silently observed everything.
He grew up in a cold laboratory and a brutal training camp, never experiencing any so-called family affection or care. He was like a meticulously crafted tool, whose sole purpose was to fulfill his mission.
So deep down, Percy actually envied Caesar a little.
I envy him for growing up in a privileged environment, where he can freely express his personality, dare to challenge family authority, and even be treated leniently or praised for making mistakes and causing trouble.
In him, Percy saw a beauty untouched by the harsh realities of society, pure and naive.
Because of Frost, he learned many of Caesar's subtle actions.
For example, Caesar thought he had secretly registered an account on the Hunter website, and accepted and completed some tasks that he found quite interesting, but which others saw as somewhat childish.
Little did they know, all of this was being closely watched by their family.
On numerous occasions, Percy himself would hide in the shadows, watching the young master complete his wondrous adventures like a ghost, mentally assessing any oversights he might have made in carrying out his missions, and how he would step in to remedy the situation if danger arose.
Later, Caesar rejected the Ivy League school that Frost had arranged for him and resolutely chose Kassel College in the United States, declaring that he wanted to be a dragon-slaying warrior charging ahead, rather than a coward like Frost who hid in the rear and planned.
Although Frost appeared furious, Percy could sense that he had actually anticipated Caesar's choice and was even pleased with it.
Caesar joins the student council at Kassel College, leading them to rival the long-established Lionheart Society. He spearheads a new role in the Executive Department, embarking on missions to capture dangerous hybrid criminals and slay troublemaking Deadpools...
Although, in Percy's view, Caesar's experiences at the Kassel College were nothing compared to what he had experienced in training camps and on real battlefields, they were at least like elementary school kids playing house.
Any one of his fellow trainees in his training camp could easily dismantle Caesar's mission targets into parts, and even casually turn Caesar into hero fragments as well.
Frost always said that Caesar's role was that of a leader, not a warrior; he only needed to have enough power to protect himself and to deter others.
Percy disagreed, believing Caesar to be an immature child obsessed with chivalry, far from being a proper family leader.
It wasn't until the Chinese boy named Chu Zihang enrolled that Percy developed a slight interest in him. He wanted to see if this taciturn but exceptionally capable boy could teach the proud Caesar a lesson, dampen his arrogance, and stop him from indulging in childish games of pretend play.
However, what happened next completely exceeded Parcy's expectations.
During his trip to Japan, Chu Zihang's ferocious fighting prowess made Chu Zihang feel itchy for a fight.
Caesar, the young master whom he had always seen as childish, immature, and incredibly rebellious, disregarded his family's stern advice and resolutely risked his life to dive into the Abyss.
This decisiveness impressed Percy.
But compared to that boy named Lu Mingfei, the two of them were just background figures.
No matter how many times I watch it, it feels absurd. A guy who originally seemed ordinary and even a bit of a loser rose like a meteor in a very short time and killed three dragon kings in succession!
He stirred up trouble, provoked various forces, and lived such a tumultuous and unrestrained life, yet he did not fall and disappear like a meteor, but continued to dance on the edge of a knife.
But no one can do anything about him.
Which young person hasn't longed in their heart for a life without regrets and full of excitement?
Percy was no exception, but he wasn't qualified.
His bloodline was so exceptional that its very existence was a flaw, requiring medication to barely suppress the continued purification of his dragon blood, thus his lifespan was destined to be short.
Moreover, the concept of absolute loyalty to the Gattuso family, instilled in him from childhood, also bound him like shackles, preventing him from doing anything out of line or disgracing the family.
Therefore, when he saw Caesar repeatedly overshadowed by Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, and when he saw that young master knowingly jumped into the vortex of the capital, yet once again remained inactive in matters related to the Dragon King, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for his misfortune and anger at his lack of ambition.
"Since Lu was born, why was Kai born?" Isn't this just a pure insult?
Finally, Frost ordered him to go to the capital to stay by Caesar's side, ostensibly to assist him but in reality to monitor him and prevent the rebellious young master from doing anything out of line again.
As he expected, Caesar showed him no kindness whatsoever upon his arrival.
But Percy didn't care. He was the Gattuso family's war machine, a tool, and tools don't need to have their own emotions.
If Caesar is a young lord, then he can also be Caesar's tool, and he can also respect and love Caesar.
From the moment he first met Lu Mingfei, Percy had a strange feeling, as if the other man's calm eyes could see through all his pretenses.
Every time I appear in the other person's sight, it feels like I'm completely naked, which is really strange.
But he told himself that this was just an illusion, a natural wariness when facing a strong opponent.
Before he could figure out the meaning behind Lu Mingfei's cryptic remark, "Life is short, so be good to yourself," the accident happened.
After taking a shower and getting ready for dinner, I was suddenly robbed by a perverted thug wearing black stockings!
The mighty Gattuso family's war machine was actually defeated in a direct confrontation by the opponent using those underhanded and despicable methods that he had long been taught to abandon!
They were even kidnapped like luggage!
"Smack!"
Do you know how much psychological damage that slammed shut on the suitcase was to Percy?
you do not know!
Coincidentally, Percy didn't know either, because he was unconscious at the time.
The dream ended there. Percy's eyelids twitched, and he opened them with difficulty.
All I could see was a monotonous white ceiling, the light was soft, and the air was filled with the faint scent of air freshener.
He tried to turn his head, but found his neck stiff and unable to move an inch.
Not only his head, but his entire body felt as if it were filled with lead, heavy, numb and completely out of control, with only his eyeballs able to move with a limited range.
It's similar to the perspective of a frog in a well (a metaphor for someone who is narrow-minded and easily misunderstood).
The rhythmic, monotonous beeping of the instruments nearby rang out. He could barely catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of his eye, and could see some medical devices flashing indicator lights, as well as the tubing connected to his body and the electrode patches attached to his skin.
Where is this? A hospital?
After I was tricked, was I rescued by Lu Mingfei and the others?
What time is it now, and how long has it been since the attack?
Once Percy's brain was activated and began to function normally, he tried his best to mobilize even the slightest bit of power within his body to regain control of his body.
But before his efforts could bear fruit, a face suddenly entered his field of vision directly above him.
To be precise, it wasn't a familiar face, but rather familiar black stockings.
The burly robber in black stockings was still dressed in that perverse manner, a grin spreading across his face beneath the stockings, revealing gleaming white teeth.
"You're awake? The surgery was a success, you're a girl now!"
(End of this chapter)
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