Chapter 187 In a frenzy, he killed the doctor and laughed...
Mainkuhn began to pray to the gods.
Frequently, often, repeatedly, from morning till night.
He seemed to have forgotten the unpleasant things he had said.
Quietly, he hid in the closet, nervously whispering prayers.
"This is really...not something to be happy about."
Wendy didn't want to see her followers born under such circumstances.
The word "freedom" appeared far more often in Maine's mouth than in Morax's.
He forgot the god he once loved most.
"He never possessed any material wealth, and the contract was utterly ineffective in the face of one-sided oppression."
Morax didn't blame him; the gods only felt sorrow.
"The comfort and the strength to stand up that he wanted this time could not be provided by the Rock God."
Little Mayin Kuhn rested his head against the wall panel inside the closet, tapping it lightly, one tap at a time.
"Save me... God, any god will do..."
"Something's wrong... Something terrible, something really terrible must have happened..."
"Help me... Aaaaaah!!"
Thud! His head slammed violently against the wall, and blood splattered among the dented rubble.
"I don't want this anymore! I don't want this anymore! Die! All of you, die!!"
"...what he was seeking was not freedom at all."
The Wind God smiled wryly and rubbed his forehead. "What he really wants is help and relief."
"Boss Maine!"
The children found his hiding place amidst screams and tried to bring him out of the darkness.
"Are you hurting yourself again? This can't go on..."
"Get out of here!!!"
Mainkuhn refused all the hands that reached out to him, screaming and driving them away with his head covered in blood.
"what to do!"
Kavi clutched his chest, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He knew the wise king's past might be bad, but he never imagined it would be this bad.
“The children can no longer comfort Maine; their approach only inflicts more pain on the wise king, tormented by subconscious wounds… Can’t you just let him have some peace? Please, he’s about to break down!”
This is not an exaggeration, it is a fact, a fact that even Kujavina could perceive.
"Damn it! Dotore, look what you've done!"
She forcibly knocked Mainkuhn unconscious and dragged him out of the closet, cursing as she found the young doctor.
"Couldn't you have been more careful! At least don't let him kill your test subjects again and again. He clearly already realizes what he's done!"
"That's not something I can control."
Dotole rolled his eyes.
"Why would the remnants of a demon abandon their original host and rush into his body? I really don't understand..."
He touched the little child who had returned to his operating table, puzzled, his red eyes filled with pure curiosity.
"What are you? My darling, I really want to open you up and take a look."
"Don't take it apart!" Kujavina roared. "I'll give you as many of the other defective products as I want, but this one—"
"It wouldn't really matter if you gave it to me."
The inorganic red eyes swept across the servant's face.
"After all, he's almost broken, isn't he? All for those defective products, those scraps you sent one by one... How interesting. I wonder when he'll come next time."
Dotole didn't care why Mainkun insisted; he just found it interesting. He also didn't care about Kujavina's plan to choose a king; he just wanted to take the opportunity to get some fresh experimental material.
"Dottore".
So when the fourth seatman said this to him, he didn't hesitate to turn hostile.
"...I don't plan to send my child here anymore."
"ha--?"
He grinned and let out a long, strange cry.
"What? You're unhappy about cooperating with me?"
"No, I just..."
The long-haired woman's eyes trembled slightly. "I just want to preserve Mainkuen's mind; he is a rare and precious seedling."
"Yeah."
The young doctor's face darkened, and he stared at her without moving.
His mother looked away.
"You're lying! Kujavina, you're lying!"
Dotole immediately saw the familiar wavering in those eyes, and he burst into laughter in surprise.
"You're not trying to do what's best for him at all, but rather—"
“You’re afraid of him, Kujavina.”
His voice suddenly changed from passionate to resolute, and his gaze lingered between the child and the mother.
"No way, servant, you've really become a cowardly servant, just like your code name? Afraid of some unknown bastard brat? You're something else!"
"...Say what you want."
Kujavina's face flashed with annoyance, but she held back and instead gave a tender look.
“From now on, I will treat Mainkun kindly, use gentleness and love to influence and heal him, and become the person he trusts most, so that he can forget the unpleasantness of the past…”
Doctor: "I can design a special stun gun for him to wear around his neck. It will ensure that no matter how strong Mainkun is, he will immediately fall to the ground when it is activated, without hurting you in the slightest."
The mother immediately stopped smiling and said, "Okay, please deliver the finished product to me as soon as possible."
"What about my experimental subjects?"
"as always."
Kujavina trusted the doctor and brought Mainkun back, facing him with composure as he awoke, his eyes filled with hatred.
"I'll kill you... I'll kill you..."
"You really should call me Mother."
We can't let such promising talents always be so crazy, so Kujavina called Oriz over and slammed her forehead on the floor.
"If you hurt yourself again, I'll treat her like this."
Mainkuhn screamed, but Kujavina didn't stop him; she simply shoved the dagger into Oriz's mouth.
“If you scream again, I’ll cut out her tongue.”
"..."
The king's candidate calmed down, and he recovered without medicine.
"Good girl."
I hugged him, praised him, and touched him. He didn't resist much, so he must be much better now.
"May I speak?"
The stragglers met Xiaomei's lifeless, beast-like eyes.
“He looks like he’s going to die, ha, isn’t that a relief?”
Unlike usual, this time not a single person stood up to criticize him for speaking harshly.
"...This is a double abuse, both psychological and physical. What does she take a child's mind for...?"
After a long while, a faint low voice finally came from the audience.
"Mainkun, who suffered such treatment, became nothing more than a lynx despite possessing immense power, merely usurped the throne of a country, only sought to destroy the ley lines in the mining area, and even had a past of chivalry..."
He paused, seemingly feeling that it was inappropriate to say such a thing in the opera house, but he couldn't help it.
"How should I put it? I think he's a really great philanthropist."
...
These words were truly offensive, and the delegations from various countries were still there, yet not a single person went up to cover his mouth.
"Haha." Kaiya twitched the corner of his mouth and chuckled dryly. "So this is a great philanthropist? After all the videos are shown, Mr. Maine will probably be regarded as a god."
"That's not an overstatement."
General Thunder silently recalled the title of Wild Wanderer.
"After all, even I don't understand it."
"What."
"How come he hasn't gone mad yet? Hasn't fallen into depravity yet? Hasn't he taken his anger out on the world yet?"
This confusion was genuine and contained no hostility whatsoever; General Thunder truly couldn't understand it.
"This pain is enough to crush the will of any life, even a young god."
After a long silence, the wise scholar Erhesen finally spoke.
"First of all, Mainkuhn is not a true life, and secondly..."
He closed his eyes, not letting a single trace of his emotions slip out.
"He's too stupid; Dotole damaged too many of his brain cells."
Ehrlich didn't want to recall the absurdity of his conclusion.
"Therefore, perhaps Mainkuhn will never be able to understand the extent of the harm and injustice he suffered."
"If that's the case, how can it be called degeneration? That is clearly the privilege of intelligent life, and all it can do is endure."
...
When Al Heinzson came to his conclusion, all the gods and immortals fell silent.
"Young Mayin Kuhn is indeed no longer able to study."
"That kid named Jack tried to teach Mainkuen to write the word lizard again, but he failed after a year of trying."
As more and more evidence was unearthed, the atmosphere grew increasingly somber.
"Doesn't he even have the freedom to go mad...?"
Ehrlich's conclusion is almost definitive.
"No, I disagree with you, Mr. Al-Hysen."
Suddenly, a voice of denial came from above them, light but firm, like someone who had just been punched and was taking a step to steady themselves.
I disagree with your point of view.
Leosley repeated it again.
"Mainkuhn did not fall into madness because he had a steadfast heart that was inclined to good."
“Present your arguments.”
“There is no specific thing; my viewpoint is based solely on the elder brother’s understanding of his younger brother.”
Leosley was never a sentimental person and found it difficult to entrust his trust to others, but in everything concerning Mainkuhn, he could only think of the self-justification of "I love you".
That's enough.
"Although he suffered greatly, his heart was filled with love for the world, so he could never become an evil person."
It was all subjective conjecture. Elhesen had a thousand ways to argue him and leave him speechless, but in the end he just nodded.
“I sincerely hope you are right, Duke Leosley.”
…
Kujavina is very happy lately.
The troublesome Mainkuhn was much more obedient; he could even sit quietly at his desk for an entire class period without making a fuss or causing any disturbance, remaining silent day and night.
Peruvieri also did a good job. Last time when Mainkun tried to run back to the lab, she dislocated his calf and locked him in the warehouse. How thoughtful of her.
Although he still managed to break through the wall and get out.
Don't worry about the other scraps.
Maintaining this state is not bad. Although Mainkun consumes a large number of ordinary soldiers of the Fatui every time he goes to the Doctor, his strength is gradually increasing, isn't it?
It only takes a few extra people; the House of Hearths has no shortage of people...
"Executive Officer!! An emergency has occurred!"
A sharp scream shattered the peace of the room, and Kujavina rushed to the scene.
In the laboratory, now a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, no doctor complains about the stained floor anymore.
Because his body was evenly covering every corner of the laboratory.
"How is this possible..."
Kujavina approached in terror and saw Mainkuhn putting the blue head into the microwave to heat it up.
A serene smile played on the lips of the child with drooping ears as she watched her colleague's brains splatter inside the machine.
How could that be! That's a PhD! Even a weaker slice wouldn't be like that—
No way! Everything's been fine all those times before, hasn't it? It's fake, it's fake, it's fake! Dotore couldn't possibly be killed by those lab rats he plays with every day, could he?
"Mainkuhn, did you do this?"
The little monster struggled to turn around because his blood-soaked tail dangled on the ground, making it difficult to walk.
"Kujavina".
"You're afraid of me."
...
That's amazing! He's definitely the most powerful king in the House of Hearths in the last five hundred years.
This is terrifying. He will kill me sooner or later, just like he killed Dotole.
"Mainkuhn!!"
The mother reached out joyfully, wanting to hug her outstanding child, but for some reason, her hand automatically gripped his thin neck as soon as it touched him.
Well…
Mainkuhn's eyes were squeezed until they bulged out, but he didn't struggle. He just slowly mouthed a sentence.
[You're afraid of me, Kudjavina.]
Hehehe...
Under Kujavina's trembling hand, he began to laugh silently.
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