Capítulo 16: Do you wish for me to take action?
On the filthy street, the girl's gaze, as she was roughly escorted away by the burly thugs, was filled with a despair as stagnant as a still pond, devoid of any ripples. Her hollow eyes contained not a trace of hope, and her once fragile form seemed devoid of the youthful vitality that should have characterized her.
The obsequious middle-aged man bowed repeatedly before the departing nobleman, his sycophantic demeanor repulsive and degrading. Even if the nobleman could not see his obsequiousness, he persisted with his displays, as if that were the only way to affirm his own existence.
Amidst the crowd of onlookers lining the street, murmurs of disdain occasionally broke out, with scornful glances cast upon the hunched man, as if he were some grotesque abomination. Yet, those similarly wretched and filthy onlookers dared not direct their gazes at the arrogant nobleman, fearing that even a glance might tarnish his supposed nobility and provoke his wrath.
As the middle-aged man, under the scrutiny of disdainful eyes, saw his daughter—just sold to the casino owner—being led past him, he hastily attempted to straighten his perpetually hunched back, clearing his throat loudly as he stepped forward.
"Cough, cough… Ya Ya, my daughter, please don't blame your father," he said, his face betraying none of the embarrassment one would expect under such scrutiny. Instead, he smiled smugly, exuding an air of triumph as if he had not just sold his own flesh and blood to repay a debt, but had achieved something noble for her future. "This is for your own good."
"Just think, a man like Lord Joseph is a significant figure; countless common women strive to gain his favor, hoping to rise from obscurity and transform into something extraordinary. Your father has procured you a chance to change your fate. You must seize this opportunity."
Despite his efforts, the middle-aged man failed to straighten up; his spine, bent from a lifetime of humility, remained hunched even before his daughter. Even the seriousness he attempted to project came across as pitifully lowly to the crowd observing him.
"You are so beautiful; if you comply and serve Lord Joseph well, who knows? He might take you as a concubine! Many would envy such luck, and if you become his concubine, you won't have to worry about anything again. Perhaps, in the future, I might even rely on you for support, ha ha ha…"
Laughing shamelessly, Ya Ya's father failed to notice the despairing emptiness in his daughter's gaze. That look contained no glimmer of hope, no spark of life; her once vibrant eyes now appeared vacant, as if her soul had fled.
If this were a play, a hero would leap forth to vanquish the vile nobleman and rescue the unfortunate girl from his clutches, while the spectators would cheer with heartfelt blessings. Ya Ya's father would, under the hero's stern reprimand, awaken to his conscience, renouncing gambling and treating his daughter with the care she deserved. The wicked would be punished, and the good rewarded—a satisfying conclusion for all.
Yet, reality is harsh.
The impoverished crowd could only bow their heads in humility, shrinking their emaciated bodies as if they were ducks with their necks pinched, desperately trying to make way for the departing nobleman and his thugs, fearful that their filth might taint his nobility.
So, where is the savior?
Where is the hero?
No one knows.
Or perhaps everyone knows.
For this world has never had a savior.
This is what they call reality.
This is the truth of the world.
It has never changed.
It remains unchanged since time immemorial.
"Ha ha… It truly never changes, does it, human boy?" Within the realm of consciousness, sinister whispers chuckled darkly. "Humans are indeed the greatest and most outstanding creations of the goddess of creation—so filthy, so wicked, so selfish, so lowly, so dark, so cold… Oh, how thrilling! Ha ha ha… After all these years, humanity remains as despicable as ever. Oh, this evokes some fond memories, ha ha ha. I cannot help but marvel at the creator's brilliance, able to craft such a complex creature as humanity! Ha ha ha!"
Ignoring the raucous laughter echoing in his mind, Xiao Mu Yu's expression remained unchanged, cold and unyielding as a stone statue, his icy gaze locked away as if frozen for a millennium.
"Wuwu… Wujiji…" Yet, the little fox could no longer bear it. The small creature opened its mouth, gently grasping a strand of Xiao Mu Yu's mixed gray and white hair, tugging softly, gazing up at the indifferent man with pleading eyes.
"…" Coldly turning his head, Xiao Mu Yu met the little creature's gaze, his eyes devoid of any emotional shift.
"Wuwu… Wu…" Under Xiao Mu Yu's frigid stare, the little fox timidly shrank its adorable head, but upon catching sight of the girl being led away like a lifeless doll, the small creature mustered its courage and locked eyes with Xiao Mu Yu once more, "Wujiji… Wujiji…"
"Ha ha ha… Human boy, the little fox wants you to save that girl. What do you think? Will you take action?" The demon chuckled maliciously within his consciousness. "It seems this little one hasn't learned your coldness, cruelty, and selfishness. So, will you act? I am eager to see! Go out and spill the blood of tens of thousands of those wretched humans! This is the behavior befitting the king of beasts! Ha ha ha!"
"…" Maintaining their indifferent stare, Xiao Mu Yu finally spoke, "Do you wish for me to take action?"
The wind and snow gradually rose, carrying an icy chill that pierced to the bone.
The frigid snowflakes drifted through the cracks of the dilapidated wooden door, settling in the hair of a man even colder, silently witnessing the choice between man and beast.
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