I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 46 - 45 Thirst for Blood Syndrome

Chapter 46: Chapter 45 Thirst for Blood Syndrome

Wei Tianyang paced back and forth in his room, turning the dark wooden floorboards a pale yellow in patches.

At the moment, his heart felt as if it was being seared by fire.

His throat was parchingly dry, and no amount of water seemed to help.

At first, he thought he drank too much coffee.

After all, Kacha had told him that, although coffee had diuretic and stimulating effects, excessive consumption could lead to dehydration and palpitations, as well as addiction to caffeine.

However, he quickly dismissed that theory.

Because he did not have heart palpitations, nor did he need to urinate.

Damn it, it was a kind of craving—a yearning for some primeval act.

Before, he had felt this way in Qiayang City, after his first injection of Black Medicine... Wei Tianyang would occasionally experience this sensation.

At that time, the feeling had not been strong.

But now, it came more fiercely, cutting straight to his heart, affecting his emotions.

What exactly was that longing...

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, and as he stood before it, his shadow cast a deep blackness onto the floor, blocking the fervent sunlight.

With his back to the window, he stared at his Shadow, seemingly entranced.

The Shadow appeared to shift, as if it were a liquid slowly seeping out from the soles of his feet, pooling on the floor. On the right side of his forehead, there was a subtle protrusion, as if a horn were growing. Meanwhile, the left arm and right leg of the Shadow were fragmented, starkly incomplete, while the intact right arm trembled in his field of view, as if ablaze. Next to that right arm, there was even the Shadow of a rifle and some documents.

Wei Tianyang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and shook his head. Was this strange craving already affecting his sanity? Was it causing him to have illusions?

He looked at the three empty syringes on the bed, which had already been used up.

The first had been administered by Kacha, this one-time pressure injector was very advanced, delivering an entire tube’s worth of neutralizer into the body with just a momentary sting.

However, that thing seemed to be of no use to Wei Tianyang.

To confirm his suspicion, he extruded the AK47 from inside his arm, which clattered to the ground with a thud.

Beside the Shadow, the Shadow of the rifle disappeared, leaving only the document’s Shadow. He retracted the rifle into his right arm, and the Shadow reappeared.

It was indeed so... The Shadow on the floor revealed whatever was contained within his right arm.

At the same time, he was certain.

The Heavenly Falling Object No. 091 had not vanished into thin air.

It had become his Shadow, lurking, waiting, stirring... It was there on the floor, right before his eyes. It could not hide. It would be revealed by the light. It was always following him.

"What exactly... do you want?"

Wei Tianyang muttered to himself.

He paced in circles, but that black Shadow remained fixed in one spot on the floor, like a dark blanket. No, like the trace left by a dead person.

"Hey~ Ishmael!"

Kacha pushed the door open and entered.

A rich aroma of coffee wafted into his nostrils, along with the scent of blood and the warm, underripe odor of a young man’s body.

Kacha hadn’t knocked when entering. Had they become so familiar with each other?

Could it be that Kacha thought just because they had talked a bit more, read novels together for a few days, and shared a few cups of coffee, he could treat him like a close confidant with whom he could share everything?

What foolishness, to have such little regard for oneself...

Wei Tianyang kept his head down, but his eyes bore a venomous gaze toward Kacha.

He was dressed in a white shirt, his face radiant with a sunny smile, his left hand carrying a small tray with two coffee-filled mugs—one red, one blue—while in his right hand he held a notebook.

In the past few days, they had read books together, and Kacha had used the notebook to give lessons, teaching him to read and write.

Heavenly declines... decline isn’t the meaning of supreme power...

In Wei Tianyang’s eyes, Kacha was full of vulnerabilities.

The neck, upper chest, abdomen, groin, legs...

If I used the Bone Knife, I could slice him into six sections in an instant.

But would that be too boring?

It would be better to make a small cut in an artery, let his blood ooze slowly out of his body, and then listen to that delightful moaning, wouldn’t it?

Wei Tianyang’s heart pounded as he saw the Shadow on the ground that his right arm had already extended into a long knife.

What are you waiting for?

Come on~

He’s right in front of you.

Come, strike at his flesh, let him spew the contents of his belly, let him bleed...

"Ishmael? Hey?" Kacha chuckled, and at the same time, noticed the abnormal look in Wei Tianyang’s eyes.

Wei Tianyang started to gasp...

"Kacha... stay away from me... now is not the time..." He covered his head in some pain and slowly leaned toward the window.

The black Shadow on the ground remained motionless; it stretched out under his feet, extending to Kacha’s feet and completely enveloping him within it.

"Kacha! Get out! Dodge... the Shadow!"

Wei Tianyang’s voice trembled as he leaned under the window, his right hand scratching five white marks on the wall.

Kacha’s expression darkened, and he quickly dropped the coffee and notebook he was holding, spilling the bitter black liquid onto the floor, where a puff of white steam rose.

He rushed forward, pulled out a neutralizer, and put his arm around Wei Tianyang’s armpit, injecting it into his neck.

Kacha pressed the injection button with his thumb, and with a click, the devilish liquid shot into Wei Tianyang’s body through the artery in his neck.

The black Shadow on the ground returned to its normal size.

But the shadows of the rifle and documents still lingered on the right arm, and there was still a tiny horn on the forehead.

However, the anxiety in his heart was slightly suppressed.

Only slightly.

He no longer had those strange thoughts, but the impulse and hunger in his heart had not faded.

He sat on the floor, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, still processing the psychological shock provoked by being on the verge of losing control.

"Ishmael... Do you feel better now?" Kacha asked.

He moved closer to Wei Tianyang, his eyebrows knitted with worry and his eyes full of concern.

That expression was not feigned; it came from the purest kindness and the most sincere friendship.

Wei Tianyang took a breath, smelled the strong coffee, looked at the mug on the floor, and said with a bitter smile, "What a waste of such good coffee."

Kacha also laughed, discarded the syringe and helped Wei Tianyang up, then turned to pick up the red notebook.

"It’s just coffee, we can brew it again," he said with a laugh.

But his expression turned serious and concerned, "But, Ishmael... don’t lose yourself."

Wei Tianyang nodded, took a deep breath, and along with Kacha, cleaned up the floor, and then resumed their routine by retrieving the book "Heavenly Falling Objects" from under the pillow.

"Which page were we on yesterday?"

"I folded it."

"Alright... I’ll go make two more cups of coffee, just wait."

Wei Tianyang, holding the book, walked back to the window, closed his eyes in concentration, adjusting his emotions.

That craving, it was for murder...

He was very clear about this.

At the same time, on the small road outside the hotel, the sound of a car engine approached.

From far to near.

He opened the window, looked towards the direction of the artificial forest, and saw a black luxury car driving into the plaza in front of the hotel, stopping beside the dried-up fountain.

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