Chapter 214 104: Demon Lord

The smoke ring jumped lightly, leaped up from the lips, floated and hit the roof of the car, and dissipated into a cloud of smoke.

I glanced at the time. It was past eight o'clock and the dawn had dyed the sky blue. This cold color did not bring any warmth. Instead, it made the already icy air seem even colder.

Lev, who had just finished his night shift, rolled down the car window and silently flicked out his cigarette butt. He exhaled the last puff of smoke, looked dazedly at the hazy blue sky for a while, started the car, left the parking lot, and drove towards home.

Less than a few minutes after he left, his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller, sighed, and answered it.

"boss"

"Why are you leaving get off work so early? Didn't I tell you that you had a batch of materials that needed to be reworked? And you were in charge of it! Do you still want to take the assessment this month?"

".Boss, please be flexible. Today is my wedding anniversary."

"Who can give me leniency? You've been married for so many years, why are you still celebrating your anniversary? Come back quickly, I'll give you ten minutes!"

After the call was hung up, Lev was silent for a while, then turned around and drove back.

Logically he could have ignored his boss's unreasonable request, but he was past his age and there was a substitute for his craft, not to mention the current economic downturn. If he didn't do it, there would be people who would do it for him. Most importantly, he had a son studying in Mo City, and his monthly living expenses were also a considerable expense.

After working until the afternoon, Lev, exhausted both physically and mentally, finally returned home.

As he expected, his wife Paulina did not come back.

He heated a cup of milk for himself, opened the window, looked at the sunset, and drank it slowly. No matter what, he could finally have a day off tomorrow. He closed the window and didn't even have the heart to take a shower. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

But he didn't notice that a black insect as big as honey had squeezed in through the window that was not closed tightly, flew silently into Lev's bedroom, and landed on his hairy arm.

He gently cut with his mouth, a cut appeared, and blood oozed out. The black insect was covered with blood, and its body seemed to melt, and slowly flowed into Lev's body along with the blood.

Then the wound healed quickly and soon there was no trace left.

In his sleep, Lev scratched his arm unconsciously and turned over.

"Lev, this time the result is really good, a great improvement, worthy of praise."

In the dream, Lev was enjoying perhaps the most remarkable praise he could remember, after he had made great progress on a test as a student, finishing in the top ten in his grade and being publicly praised in class.

"Who knows if it was copied? No, it was definitely copied." A sarcastic voice from the audience froze Lev's smile.

Did this happen? But he recognized the guy, and he hated him because he didn't copy it for him.

"Plagiarism, plagiarism, plagiarism."

The students in the audience suddenly began to recite this sentence together, staring at him without blinking, and recited it over and over again.

"Since so many people think you plagiarized, your score this time will be invalidated." The teacher turned around expressionlessly and tore his test paper into pieces.

"Plagiarism, plagiarism!"

"I, I didn't plagiarize!" Lev's rebuttal was weak.

Those people who had brought him a heavy shadow during his school years stood up from their seats, smiled and slowly pushed him into a corner.

Lev looked at the teacher, seeking help with his eyes, but the latter slowly turned his back and no longer looked at him.

"Lev? Lev! Have you finished your work and are just sitting there in a daze? How about giving you a special seat where you can just sit there and watch without doing anything?"

The scene changed, revealing the boss' disgusting and distorted face.

"I just, just sat down."

"Do you mean I wronged you? Or am I blind?! Being lazy is being lazy, don't give yourself so many explanations. Oops, I just sat down. Oops, I'm not feeling well. Remember this. I'll give you a verbal warning once. Don't blame me for being ruthless next time."

"."

He closed his eyes and opened them again. The scene changed to his home again, and in front of him was the familiar bedroom door.

But Lev paused, his eyes filled with even deeper fear than before.

This was the thing he least wanted to recall.

"No, no, I don't want to see it."

He closed his eyes again, and when he opened them, he saw the same half-open door and heard a loud noise coming from inside.

Lev's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his fists kept clenching as the sound inside became louder and louder.

The kitchen knife is so conspicuous on the table next to me.

He held it without thinking, and the cold touch made her sober instantly.

"No, I can't do this. She just took a wrong turn for a moment. She will come back. She will find her way back. What I have to do is wait for her and forgive her."

He put down the kitchen knife with difficulty and kept hypnotizing himself.

until--

"Ah, when are you going to get divorced? I've already recognized Mark. That guy didn't even believe the test report. He really wants money to recognize him as his father."

"Dear, just let Lev take care of him for two more years. Now is the time to spend money. Wouldn't it be better to let him work hard for two more years and then kick him out?"

"That makes sense. Let's do it again."

"I promised you, this place is only for you---!"

Outside the door, Lev's face had turned ashen, and he was breathing heavily, gripping the kitchen knife so tightly that it was shaking.

"Dog! Man! Woman! Damn it! Damn it!"

Boom!

He kicked the bedroom door open, then picked up the knife and chopped hard at the two men's horrified expressions.

Polina subconsciously bit the severed head hard, causing the man to scream and bleed profusely.

But soon, he was chopped down one by one, and gradually lost his voice while begging for mercy, turning into a rag and bloody doll.

"Damn it, you all deserve to die!" The world seemed to be painted with blood-red color, and all the pillars supporting his difficult life collapsed completely, making him want to end it all and bury himself in the sunset.

However, he gradually realized that this was just a dream, not reality.

The dead body in front of him smiled at him, mocking him silently, and his lips formed the shape of "loser".

The anger that had not yet subsided was ignited again.

"I want to succeed, I want to succeed! I've tried my best, this is all I've gotten, why do you want to take it away!! Why do you deny me so easily!!"

Lev grabbed his throat hysterically, but no matter how hard he tried, the other person still had that mocking smile on his face, even though his face turned red.

Snap—the dream shattered like a mirror.

He opened his eyes hard, and his entire eye sockets and the pillow were wet.

The room was quiet, with only his voice and another breathing sound, which must be Polina's.

He could still smell the scent of shampoo, but it didn't seem to be his own.

He glanced at the time and it was past five in the morning. He slept for half a day.

Sitting on the bed in a daze, he tilted his head and stared at Polina's back in a daze.

"What a clear dream."

"Fortunately, it was just a dream."

[Is this really a dream? ]

Lev sat up straight instantly, his eyes widened and he looked around. He seemed to have heard someone talking.

[People always bury things that they don’t want to or dare not believe deep in their hearts]

".Split personality?"

Lev murmured, he was a little scared. After all, who hasn't heard of several tragedies caused by split personality?

[Who wants to be your split personality? I just dug out your underlying thoughts] [A cowardly "useless" person like you, even if you have a split personality, will be so restrained and bound by everything in society, like a puppet machine. Your fate is to rust and fall down on the production line and be replaced by the next machine]

[This is your mission. From individuals to countries, those who truly care about your happiness have long been buried.]

Even though Lev guessed that this was his own potential personality, he was still so angry that his body trembled, but he didn't know how to refute it.

[You think dreams are fake, so why not verify it? Verify the thing you are most worried about.]

"How could it be true? I just talked to my son on the phone the day before yesterday. If he knew, he would definitely tell me, he would definitely tell me," Lev explained reluctantly.

The subconscious mind stopped talking, perhaps because it was disgusted with his stupidity.

Lev was extremely sober at this moment. Although he seemed to have experienced nightmares and some not-so-nice subconscious dialogues, his physical condition was better than usual. The only thing was that... he was very hungry. Very hungry.

He glanced at his wife's exposed shoulders. She had always paid great attention to maintenance. Even under limited conditions, she could always do her best. So even though she was not young, her skin was still so fair and smooth that one really wanted to tear it off in one bite.

It turns out that my wife not only has hair and body fragrance, but also flesh fragrance.

He swallowed hard and forced himself not to think about these dangerous things. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed his clothes, and drove to a nearby supermarket.

He was very hungry and needed to eat meat, so he ate it in big mouthfuls.

In the supermarket, he picked out a large piece of beef and some food. When he was rushing home, he suddenly realized, why didn't he just solve it himself?
The red beef is so tempting. Although it is a little cold, it does not prevent you from eating it. It may taste like ice cream.
By the time he finally realized what was happening, he had already stopped by the roadside. With blood all over his face, he had just finished eating the huge piece of raw beef. He even forgot when he stopped. He only remembered that the chilled beef tasted very similar to ice cream. No, it was even more delicious than the sweet ice cream. The wonder of the pure blood exploding and spreading in the mouth could only be known by those who had tasted it. He regretted that he realized it so late.

"Hey, sir, you okay?"

A policeman walked up to the car door and knocked on the window.

Lev subconsciously opened the car window nervously, but saw his face covered in blood in the rearview mirror.

"Oh, this doesn't look good, sir, do you need help?" the policeman asked, frowning.

"No, no, I just..." Lev took out a tissue from the side and wiped it hurriedly, "It's an old problem."

"Really? Where do you live?"

"It's in the residential area over on Niederdon Street."

"Oh have a nice life."

"Thank you, thank you for your concern."

After saying goodbye to the friendly policeman, Lev drove back home without stopping. He watched him enter the garage, and the police car following him from a distance drove away along the street.

After adjusting himself in the car, he went into the house. Polina hadn't gotten up yet, and it seemed that she was exhausted yesterday.

He opened the door and walked into the bathroom, but with a little force, the door handle broke. Lev was a little dazed, and tentatively twisted the door handle in his hand. The handle, which was not sure whether it was aluminum or iron, twisted into a knot obediently.

"what the hell"

He put the door handle into his trouser pocket and gently turned on the faucet with a finger, completely washing away the blood that had not been wiped clean. He looked up at himself in the mirror. His youth seemed like only yesterday. He didn't know when, but wrinkles had already covered his face and he had become a standard middle-aged man.

However, he touched his nasolabial folds and wondered if it was an illusion, but the wrinkles here seemed to be shallower than when he went out, and his own strength seemed to be suddenly so strong that it was a little scary.

He walked out of the bathroom silently and sat at the dining table for a long time. Then he chose to leave a note saying that he would be on a business trip for a few days.

Then he drove to a residential area, found a house where he could observe a family, and turned off the engine.

[It seems that you are unwilling to live in a daily life full of lies after all]

"Who the hell are you?" Lev suspected that this was no longer the so-called split personality. No matter how split it was, how could he suddenly like to eat raw meat, and where did his strength come from?

[I am you. I am you in the past and you in the future. As long as you are willing, I can also be you in the present.]

Lev pursed his lips and said nothing. As long as he could prove that the dream was false, then everything could be salvaged. He could live his life as usual. He could pretend to be deaf and dumb and pretend that he knew nothing.
Anyway, I have already failed for most of my life, so there is nothing wrong in living out the second half of my life in peace.

But if someone wants to take away his little peace.
By the afternoon, the man he was guarding left.

He waited until night fell, changed his clothes, walked to the door of the basement, punched it through and opened the lock.

After taking a closer look at his fist which was not damaged at all, he calmed himself down and headed straight for the bedroom.

The owner of this house is Matvey, who was once his wife Polina's boss.

The report was more obvious than Lev had expected. It was placed so clearly on the table, as if it was afraid that others would not see it.

Well, Matvey had been divorced for a long time and he was the only one in the house. Lev was not even in his consideration, so there was no need to be on guard against anyone.

He couldn't understand the details in the report, but he only needed to understand the final summary and read each letter clearly. The fact that he least wanted to see had still happened.

The corner of his lip was bitten and bleeding, and large flakes of snow seemed to appear in front of his eyes, flickering.

He gently put the report back to its place. He originally wanted to steal something to pretend that this was a burglary, but then he remembered that the other party was most likely in his home now, so why should he forge all this? Shouldn't Matvey be the one who made the mistake and should feel guilty?
So he no longer planned to hide his tracks. He just walked out of the house openly, walked to his car and drove back.

When he got back to his home, he stopped at a random spot, walked back to his residence, opened the door gently, and saw a devastating scene.

There were water stains everywhere on the clothes, extending all the way to the half-open door.

Everything was so familiar, like déjà vu.

Only this time, he silently picked up the kitchen knife.

He walked to the door and kicked it open just as the sound was about to get louder.

"Lev!"

"Ah, wait--"

Lev didn't waste any time and cut with his knife. Polina's head fell and rolled with a look of surprise, and her lips seemed to be still saying something.

"Since you love each other so much, let's die together."

Matvey's five limbs, which were trying to escape, were chopped off one by one with one knife. His screams must have been heard even by his neighbors, but he no longer cared. The pleasure of venting his hatred intoxicated him and he could not extricate himself.

The house was covered with blood, and Matvey's heart was plucked out by him with his bare hands. The bright red color was so appetizing.

Wuwuwu——

When the sound of police sirens brought his thoughts back to normal, he saw that the two people had been almost separated.

His instincts over the years still made him a little panicked, but he soon realized that the sirens were getting farther and farther away, and they were probably not coming to catch him.

Covered in blood, he opened the window in the dark living room, and a lot of noises from the outside world poured in, including sirens from different distances and faint screams, which combined into music, as if the whole city was plunged into inexplicable chaos.

"Such a grand party, don't you want to join it as soon as possible?"

A strange yet familiar voice came from behind.

Lev looked back in a daze, and in the dim light, he only saw a strange person with two heads, one male and one female.

But he did not feel fear, he only felt a sense of familiarity, as if he were a blood relative.

It makes him have a strong urge to finish whatever the other person says, regardless of the consequences.

"Demon Lord."

He learned by himself how to address the person in front of him.

"Poor child, you have been reborn, and the world will never bully you again." The voice of the female head was hoarse but gentle. One hand gently soothed his blood-stained face, making his tears fall involuntarily.

"Your compatriots are fighting, and the shackles on them have not been removed yet. Go, rescue your compatriots, and then burn this cannibalistic city to ashes." The words of the man's head made Lev so excited.

Yes, what the Demon Lord said was right. I finally found the meaning of existence. Now that my life has a destination, I am not afraid of death.

Lev didn't realize that a lump of flesh had grown on his shoulder without him noticing, as if something was growing.

Ivan looked calm as he watched Lev break the window and rush out.

He didn't plan to stay here to see the results. By comparison, the population here was still too small.
"Look, our child is growing up, and you are going to be a great father, dear."

The female head's eyes seemed to be full of love, and it gently moved closer until the two heads kissed each other. It was a strange scene.

(End of this chapter)