I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1110 - 1107: Great or Selfish

Chapter 1110: Chapter 1107: Great or Selfish

As for cannibalism, even someone as mad as Lin Jie would unconsciously feel disgusted by it. He would only indulge in that madness under certain special conditions. None of the people he killed ended up being eaten by him; they all lost their lives slowly under his brutal torture!

Yet, at this moment, he actually found himself wanting to eat someone. The thought, once it emerged, brought an instinctual excitement to Lin Jie, akin to someone thinking of doing something meaningful when bored.

He slumped down, a pained expression on his face, but he couldn’t stop the "hehehe" of delirious laughter from escaping his lips.

He really seemed to want to do it, but now, it seemed he wasn’t allowed to, he was going to die...

But was that true? Lin Jie had imagined his own death countless times, and not once was it normal.

He could be killed by someone at any moment, die of suffocation in his sleep, drown in water, his body burnt to a Black Coal in a great fire. He could also be tortured to death by someone using the same methods he did. There were many ways to die, but not once did he consider he would die like normal people do, with gongs and drums, in a grand and public manner.

Because he was never that kind of person, doomed to be alone, a person of tragic origins, composed of all the negative emotions in the world!

Rather than dying like normal people, he preferred to die alone in some obscure corner, unknown to everyone, until someone discovered his body years later.

The notion was laughable; perhaps Lin Jie wished to make his death more pitiable to elicit sympathy from others.

But before his death, he must take his revenge fiercely! Revenge for all the dissatisfaction directed at him!

To push everyone into the abyss!

With his own power, he wanted to tell everyone in the world that this world is actually sick! It is not right, the world is made up entirely of slaughter!

Because that was the law that first appeared, because only through the death of other lives can one continue to live.

This idea had emerged in Lin Jie’s mind at a time he couldn’t recall. After becoming this insane, he stopped thinking about it; he started manically doing his own thing because it made him feel happy.

No, it wasn’t happiness, but a kind of satisfaction...

Actually, it seemed not to be satisfaction either, but something more complex...

Suddenly, Lin Jie remembered a psychologist he had killed five years ago, to whom he had said mockingly, "I want to consult you, am I psychologically normal?"

Back then, Lin Jie hadn’t expected the psychologist to answer seriously, and though the explanation seemed reasonable, Lin Jie disliked the answer because it made the psychologist appear weak and direct.

The psychologist’s response was this:

"Your psychology is vastly different from that of a normal person. In our professional terms, you have an antisocial personality, a callous-unemotional personality disorder. You’re indifferent to many things, lacking emotions that many people possess. As a result, you feel no psychological pressure when killing. Hmm...if I’m not mistaken, your first killing did not scare you but, in fact, excited you."

"I’m sorry, but judging by your smile, I seem to have guessed right. In truth, you don’t need to feel so special. Your condition, even though severe, is not uncommon in our society. Take soldiers, for instance. In war, they kill many people and are exposed to more bloody scenes than the average person, hence this disorder is quite prevalent in the military."

"Your eyes only reflect hatred, not towards an individual, but towards everyone. You tell me this world is false, but what is true? Because it appeared first? That thought is also incorrect, for in our terms, our law is humanity!"

"What makes us human are emotions. Emotions prevent us from doing things that harm ourselves or others, but you don’t have that. Of course, ’lack of emotion’ has a deeper meaning too. How could a person not have emotions? You do! But you have antisocial personality, you are too self-centered, believing everything you do is right."

"And this is a glaring symptom of antisocial personality. In your mind, no matter what you think of this world or how you want to change it, you never consider whether your actions will harm others or if they will be despised by thousands. In your thoughts, you believe that everything you do is right."

"But is that really so? The reason you act this way is not that you believe you’re great, but quite the opposite, you’re just avoiding the truth. You can’t integrate into the society of today, so you want to change it! You feel like a demon, and that’s accurate, but ultimately, the human world is not a place for demons to thrive. The environment people live in doesn’t allow someone like you to exist here for long, so you want change—to change this world into one where you can fit in."

"You think changing the world is noble, but you’re selfish! Many people can integrate into this world, but specifically, your group cannot, so you wish to sacrifice the majority that can adapt to fulfil the desires of your minority. Is that noble? No! It’s selfish!"

The words of the psychologist were vivid in his memory, making Lin Jie feel insulted the more he thought about them. But since the psychologist was already dead, there was nowhere for Lin Jie to vent his annoyance.

At this moment, Lin Jie’s body convulsed violently once more, his consciousness became hazy, his eyes lost focus, the blood vessels in his pupils grew denser, and his muddled thoughts made his mind drift outward.

In his mind, his life played from the beginning point to this endpoint, appearing so dreamlike it felt unreal to Lin Jie.

The faces of the people he had killed surfaced in his mind, all grinning viciously at him. Gradually, their faces began to decay, their skin peeling away, their flesh below starting to rot and blacken. Some grew bat wings on their backs, others lost their eyes. Eyes sprouted all over their bodies, some had arms crossed and fused together, and some faces were entirely overtaken by a gaping mouth, opening and closing, seemingly wanting to devour him.

So many people, all killed by his own hand, all showing pain and pleading before their death.

As he believed, they must all bear much resentment toward him, and now, in his mind, they had all turned into monsters.