Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 544 - 293: Fooled You, Silly! (5980, Two in One)_2

Chapter 544: Chapter 293: Fooled You, Silly! (5980, Two in One)_2

He actually would have preferred to be scared unconscious, as at least then he wouldn’t have to endure the terror of awaiting death. Yet, despite feeling weak all over, he showed no signs of fainting and could only silently suffer alone in this despairing fear.

Vasily didn’t do what he had feared, though.

The delicious fat soothed his agitated emotions.

Vasily held a ’kebab’ weighing over a hundred pounds in one hand, turning it evenly. Feeling that it was about right, he began to tear and bite into it with large gulps.

The nearly six-foot body of a man was reduced to a pile of bones within minutes under his massive bites.

And yet Vasily’s stomach showed no sign of swelling.

He ate a comrade.

Satisfied, he exhaled a steaming breath and sneered at the male classmate, "Do you find what I’m doing disgusting and perverted?"

Before the male classmate could speak, he sighed to himself,

"I didn’t want to become this monster either, but there’s no helping it. Sometimes, our destiny is set from the moment we are born. My childhood was as happy as many others, running freely on the ranches in Texas, until I encountered a lone wolf.

It was a North American gray wolf, much larger than me when I was eight years old.

It wanted to eat me.

But it turned out that I ate it instead.

In the face of danger, I ’Awakened’ some magical power within my body and became what I am now.

Scared, I went to find my father.

My father told me that many years ago, he too was a normal person, albeit a bit more primitive and temperamental. After the last ’Blood Moon,’ he underwent a miraculous transformation.

He became very strong, even bulletproof.

He had a pleasant time.

Until one day, my father lost his senses, and when he came to, he was horrified to find that he had eaten my grandparents.

Only then did he realize that he had become strikingly similar to the ’Corpse Ghosts’ mentioned in the tales his grandfather used to tell him and his brother.

Those with the potential, the more they fear something, the more likely they are to mutate into a being similar to that creature.

To not harm his brother,

My father began to wander until he found an ointment that could suppress his condition..."

At this point,

Vasily looked at the male classmate, who was now in a stupor, "Do you know why?"

The male classmate’s mind was in disarray, shaken by Vasily’s words.

This is supposed to be a scientific world, how could such ghostly things suddenly appear!

Why am I not one of these ghostly creatures!

Hearing Vasily’s question, he shook his head instinctively.

Vasily didn’t care about his classmate’s absentminded response and continued,

"The reason is simple, go along with your emotions, let them flow like a flood. The more you suppress them, the bigger the reaction when they break free. It’s by following the cravings of your genes that you become more at ease, stronger... Of course, losing control is inevitable, like what just happened.

My father thought he could control his outbreaks freely.

So he returned to the ranch, got married to a woman, and then I was born.

I have his blood in my veins.

So I was born a monster like him.

I had no choice.

From that day on, I started my own hunting.

I satisfied the cravings of my genes through hunting, and from those cravings, I learned to control my outbreaks...

I began to accept the fact that I’m a monster.

Then I received the news from my uncle, which caused my father to lose control again.

This time, he never woke up again.

He was killed by a group of people whose identities were unknown. I watched as my formidable father was riddled into minced meat by their machine guns and dragged away.

Afterward, I came here to study to seek revenge.

Investigate, capture.

In my spare time, I became an excellent roasting chef.

Those days were wonderful.

I created a delicious ointment myself, and my strength continuously grew, even surpassing my father’s.

Those who killed my uncle and his family one by one ended up in my stomach.

Actually, I had no intention of dragging you guys into this.

When I received the admission letter from the medical school, I even thought of going through the medical courses and becoming a doctor, or perhaps a forensic doctor, where I could easily obtain food after taking revenge for my uncle’s family.

After all, I’m quite afraid of that unidentified group too.

Unfortunately, among those who killed my uncle’s family, one person was deeply hidden.

I’ve been tracking for several years and hadn’t found any trace of that person.

Not until I heard about the NW organization’s special department.

You know, as an emotional creature, satisfying my emotions is very important. So, I planned this crazy adventure before graduation, exposing the ranch case to them, prepared to use their methods to help me find that person.

Of course, I also wanted to take the chance to understand the real situation of the official group.

To take a look at the real world.

Listen, buddy, I really didn’t want to kill or eat you guys. We were friends, but as I said, I’m an emotional creature. The appearance of that policewoman made me lose control, and Mary’s screams irritated me.

So don’t be afraid, I really don’t want to hurt you."

Vasily’s teeth, filled with shreds of his classmate’s flesh, continued to open and close, while his crimson eyes radiated sincerity.

Seeing that he indeed seemed to have no intention to harm him, the remaining male classmate mustered the courage, speaking softly and tenderly, "I understand, everyone has moments of losing control of their emotions. We’re friends, and I won’t blame you. I’m glad you told me all of this; it means you see me as a friend. Confiding in friends about what’s on your mind is good; it should at least make you feel a bit better."