I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 540 - 538 Pure

Chapter 540: Chapter 538 Pure

Yaha noticed that there was something odd about Baphomet.

The goat’s head was all wet, its eyes were dull and lifeless, and its whole body trembled. Wei Tianyang’s left hand was still holding its black horns, making it look like a little cat.

"What’s wrong with it?" Yaha asked.

"I cleaned it. I know... I know it ate someone, someone you cared about. I punished it, and it won’t do it again," Wei Tianyang said.

He turned to look at Baphomet and pushed the goat’s head into a bucket of water.

The goat’s four hooves struggled on the floor, but its head seemed to be fixed by some force at the edge of the bucket. Bubbles were emerging from the water, letting out a series of gurgling sounds.

Yaha quickly stepped forward, grabbing Wei Tianyang’s arm, and said, "Alright, alright! I forgive it!"

Wei Tianyang released his grip, and the black goat immediately ran to the doorframe but didn’t dare to leave, curling up and bleating at the edge.

"I only ate one human being! A horned one! You shouldn’t overreact like this!" Baphomet complained.

Wei Tianyang sat down on the floor and said, "It’s not about eating people."

Yaha too looked at Baphomet, guessing the black goat was talking to Wei Tianyang.

"Then why treat me like this!" Baphomet demanded.

"You didn’t say hello to me before you ate," Wei Tianyang said.

Baphomet half hid outside the door, looked up and bleated a few times, then said, "Alright, alright! I get it now! My fault this time!"

Then, it looked at Yaha and communicated telepathically, "Yaha! Please, intercede on my behalf. Let me follow you from now on! I can be your Starbucks, I’ll sleep in your room! This guy has got a bedmate now; he doesn’t need me anymore!"

Yaha sighed, looking at Wei Tianyang sitting on the ground, and said, "You’ve changed so much, I almost don’t recognize you anymore."

Wei Tianyang looked up at Yaha, smiled, and said, "Yaha... I... I’ve heard too many voices..."

"I hear them every day; these voices can’t be shut off, they have become a part of me, they are so real... Humans created language, but behind language, there is something else, that is the foundation upon which human civilization was built. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it. This world wears a mask, Yaha, and what I detest is not the mask itself, but what it attempts to hide behind it."

"Because of that thing’s existence, the human world has so many tragedies. People live within their mother tongue, within the notions and thoughts that they believe in. Language and writing were initially invented to express, but now, their greatest function has become to conceal. I’ve heard it, I’ve felt that thing hiding behind, yet I cannot see it. It has fabricated many beautiful things, hoping people will believe in them, and even I wasted over a decade on that intangible justice."

"I heard the most sincere voices, all the whispers. This world had no lies for me anymore, yet the truth was so repugnant to me. I finally understand why the Libitelli special forces rebelled... The ’New World’ she yearned for doesn’t exist, because the human world is just like this. Monkeys can’t build empires; that’s the limitation of the species."

"The Heavenly Falling Objects are born pure and lack the ability to lie. Look, Baphomet made no excuses for eating people. What it said matched what it did. It wasn’t until today that I finally... finally found a greater meaning, and that is absolute purity, absolute congruence between words and actions, without good or evil, without right or wrong. Acting purely based on one’s own thoughts and strength, existing purely, dying purely."

"In the end, I finally figured it out—the thing hiding behind language and characters, behind the masks, is hypocrisy. The biggest difference between humans and animals is hypocrisy, and it’s also humanity’s greatest limitation. Politics is the best embodiment of this nature. If this species keeps such a nature, even if I transform them all into superhumans, it would be meaningless. They must become pure."

Wei Tianyang reached out his hand to Yaha, continuing:

"Yaha, I’ve realized your dream. And moreover, I’ve exceeded it. A superpower PMC is just a dog, but me, I can make you a god. You once said that only an organization can fight against an organization, remember? Now I tell you, only the world can fight against the world. This world is sick with hypocrisy, and I want to cure it. This is an extremely difficult task. I can no longer pretend to be virtuous, preventing a war, saving a few people—it’s all meaningless."

"Humanity’s world runs on suffering. I set out to dismantle this suffering and became a threat in their eyes. They pretend to honor me with medals while all the while plotting against me. I don’t want to continue playing this game with them. I want to make them truly fear me, make the world fear us."

"Yaha... you are my soul... You must understand my current actions. It’s not just me—even their writers use words to express suffering every moment, don’t they? There are still people in this world who pursue that kind of purity. They’ve had enough of the limitations of the human species. I want to find them, help them evolve, change this species, remove the impurities."

"Lend me your hand, just one more time, pull me up again! Yaha! I won’t make excuses for myself. I’ve killed people, many people! Yes, that’s me, accept it or not, as you wish! I will purify this species, and then, make it stronger! Join me in conquering the stars. The problems of this earth are nothing in comparison!"

Wei Tianyang looked at Yaha with a certain passion in his eyes.

Yaha reached out and grabbed Wei Tianyang’s hand, and they clasped hands tightly.

He pulled Wei Tianyang up from the ground, his mood somewhat complex, "Wei, don’t burn yourself to death."

"The King must be devoid of compassion because humans are such a contemptible species. Show them softness, and they’ll entertain all kinds of schemes. I’ve seen your and Zhao Ling’s failures. I won’t repeat the same mistake," Wei Tianyang said.

The black sheep was still hiding outside the door, poking its head from the frame and peering inside.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway; it was Zhao Ling returning.

She stood at the door, looked at the black sheep, and then at Wei Tianyang and Yaha, "Are you guys performing a handover ceremony for this sheep?"

"You can hear its voice, so take it with you. Aside from being gluttonous, Baphomet has no other bad habits," Wei Tianyang said.

"Phew... you really scared me, Wei," Yaha said with a shake of his head and a wry smile.

"I had to be this way. Control of an organization relies on resources and fear. The Black House wanted to maintain the organization through emotions, that’s why it failed. Zhao Ling played the role of Emperor for a hundred years and still fell due to sentimental attachment. You have to understand me," Wei Tianyang said.

Yaha nodded, then turned to Baphomet, "Let’s go, Baphomet, to my room. But even so, you won’t become my Starbucks."