Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 237 - 155 A Thank-You Gift for Asina (2)

Chapter 237: Chapter 155 A Thank-You Gift for Asina (2)

The unprecedented strength had allowed the Prince to experience the feeling of being a true powerhouse; yet that sensation arrived quickly and vanished just as swiftly.

The emptiness that followed the sudden disappearance of his strength left the Prince trembling with fear.

Perhaps due to the corruption of the Essence of the Evil God, the Prince displayed an astonishing life force; even now, when he no longer retained the shape of a human but was just a rotten lump of flesh with a twisted face, he was still alive.

But for the Prince, living was worse than death.

At least if he had died cleanly, he wouldn’t have had to let others witness his clown-like appearance.

Ragged, filthy, vile... It was truly sad that the Prince of the mighty Oville Empire had fallen to such a state.

He kept begging, hoping that the presence would not leave him, would not abandon him...

Wozworth furrowed his brow, seemingly finding his son too embarrassing to bear: "Shut your mouth, you unfilial son..."

His father’s irate voice made the Prince unconsciously stop his pleas, looking around blankly when suddenly a fierce light burst in his eyes.

He saw Rose Vesper.

The rotting flesh excitedly quivered, like a giant jelly wriggling incessantly.

His appearance instinctively frightened Rose Vesper, who hid behind Qin Chu, clutching his sleeve with both hands. Her actions made Qin Chu feel disgusted, but he didn’t shake her off.

What a malicious woman, Qin Chu thought to himself. The Prince had turned into such a bird’s nest, and you’re still provoking him?

A profound sadness was evident in the pale eyes of the Prince.

In the end, Rose Vesper was still unwilling to give him even a glance.

"You disgraceful child, look at what you have become; you have thrown away all the Abshen Family’s dignity," Wozworth scolded harshly.

Although he had simply intended to recycle waste, his son’s current state was still a source of immense embarrassment for Wozworth.

The duel initiated by the Prince himself had attracted a large number of nobles to watch, but who could have foreseen that a proper duel would turn into a purgatory, with countless dead or injured.

Thinking of the troubles to come gave Wozworth a headache.

Especially since among these nobles, many were high-level nobles with significant influence.

The Prince didn’t quite understand the meaning of his father’s words; he had lost, but it shouldn’t be that bad... Suddenly, his eyeballs rolled, and he realized there was something wrong with his vision—why did the people in front of him all seem so tall?

He moved his eyes and caught a glimpse of his current state in a piece of broken glass—an expanse of dark red, lump-ridden rotten flesh. His body seemed to still be melting, with thick liquid continuously dripping from it.

The lump of decaying flesh trembled violently for a moment, then suddenly quieted down.

"So, I have become like this?"

An air of desolation carried the sound of sorrow.

No wonder Rose Vesper was so scared when he charged at her.

She didn’t dislike him; she was just frightened by his current appearance.

He really had done something unforgivable.

His gaze suddenly turned to Qin Chu, the man he had deeply resented. The hate in his heart strangely diminished a lot. This man stood tall before him, and he himself was pitiable:

"Mr. Brave, from now on, please take care of Rose Vesper, protect her..."

This man, was he still thinking of Rose Vesper until now?

The corners of Qin Chu’s mouth curled into a slight arc: "Rest assured, I will take good care of her in the future... with all my capacity."

The Prince seemed to find peace, letting out a leisurely sigh: "One last thing I beg of you—kill me, so that I may die as a knight in a duel."

This was the Prince’s last pitiful grasp at dignity.

But Qin Chu shook his head, refusing the request. There was no need for him to act personally against the Prince now.

The Prince’s eyes and voice seemed to fill with desolation: "Do you even find it beneath you to kill me?"

Wozworth, growing impatient with the Prince’s soliloquy, interrupted: "Tell me, what exactly was that thing just now?"

If that weird entity were to appear in its true form, not just Wozworth alone but all four of them combined would likely be no match. Recalling the earlier monster sent shivers down Wozworth’s spine; he had to understand enough about that thing...

"I... I don’t know..." the Prince’s gaze was filled with confusion.

That mysterious presence had suddenly appeared before him, and now looking back, he realized he knew almost nothing about it.

"Useless trash..." Wozworth muttered under his breath.

This became the last sound the Prince heard in this world.

His father casually waved a powerful surge of qi that instantly landed on the lump of rotten flesh, exploding it into fragments with a bang. The Prince existing for even a second longer in this world was a disgrace to the Abshen Family, and Wozworth even ordered the third prince, Bernard, to burn the fragments of flesh on the ground to ashes.