Capítulo 28: Responsibility

A strong, burning hunger forced Han back into consciousness. He turned around and gazed at his surroundings. He was currently laying among hundreds of beast corpses. Another different pain shot up his spine as he moved. The pain came from his wounds when he fought against the territory beast lords. The little movement he made reopened some wounds that were barely scabbed and blood started to flow.

Disturbed by such a small movement. Han grunted in pain reflexively.

After the pain subsided, he eased and propped himself up, stuffing some regeneration pills into his mouth and applying some golden wound oil onto his wounds.

After healing himself, he felt his body and noticed that most wounds were closing up and there were no hidden internal injuries that was in his body. He decided to sit it out a while longer as his body was still aching badly.

Han let out a sigh of relief and looked at the corpses that were the nearest to him, none of the corpse were in a good state. They were all mangled up and there were intestines and guts laying about, one could infer from this scene that a really brutal and intense slaughter fest happened here recently.

Han's stomach began to churn at the sight and felt pity for himself, all of these corpses were worth so much money and yet most of them have gone to ruin, no one would want them even if you give it to them for free.

'System, give me a recap on what happened when I was unconscious.'

The system kept silent.

A blue window soon popped up and on it was a decently long video that had recorded Han's state the night before. The thumbnail was of a beast's eyeball flying out into the air.

Han grimaced at the thumbnail the system chose and tap on the play symbol.

The first thing that Han notice was the constant laughing, it sounded deranged and insane.

Goosebumps covered his skin, Han could not believe that he was capable of such insane behavior.

The screen started showing all kinds of things.

A mad demon was swinging his sword fanatically at each living being it saw, blood spew and intestines flew wherever the sword swung. There was a creepy expression on his face, the expression of his was one that took delight in reaping away the life of others, there was even a hint of pleasure mixed in. Multiple beasts roars and screams could be heard in the background, but it became silent shortly after. The video reached its end and a black screen was shown.

Han's face was grim as he watched the entire video, not missing out on a single detail, everything that was recorded, he saw clearly.

This is a dangerous power.

Han was finally enlightened on the kind of power he had laid his hands on. It was a power which slowly eroded at his humanity, slowly turning him into a deranged madman who screams in delight whenever he partakes in killing.

It was beyond a shadow of doubt that once there are rumors of a serial killer prowling about in human society, many would unhesitatingly band together to hunt down such a dangerous individual. Such a person could no longer be termed as 'human', but instead, a monster.

Han slowly got up on his feet and left the forest, there was no point in staying here, he had to find a way to control the bloodline within him, if not there would hardly be a day where he could be at peace with himself. This bloodline was now a part of him, he could not just shirk if off because he didn't like it. Come a day where he needed to use the power of his bloodline to deal with his enemies, not only would he kill the enemies, many innocents would also be included in the list.

Han accepted the fact that the cultivation world was a cruel place and had shed away the feelings of excessive kindness and unneeded sympathy that he originally had, but there was no way that he would be able to accept mindless killing of the masses and innocents, he would not be able to live with the guilt.

'With great power comes great responsibilities, indeed, what an apt saying. Without being able to be responsible of controlling his own power, without being able to be responsible for his own well being, what more rights could he have to wield that power?'

Han firmly made up his mind and instead of running away from this responsibility that came with the bloodline power, he decided to take hold of it.

Suddenly, he felt as if a heavy burden was lifted off his shoulders and the [Pangu Visualization Art] began to circulate quickly and activated itself. A heavenly voice struck his being and started reciting.

[Once, the world was a mass of swirling darkness. There was no heaven. There was no earth. All the forces of the universe were trapped inside a small egg, tumbling and spinning in utter chaos. Inside the egg was a tiny creature named Pangu. He slept soundly, unbothered by the disorder around him. As he slept, Pangu grew, and the egg also grew around him. For millions of years Pangu slumbered peacefully, until he had developed into a well-formed, muscular giant whose body spanned ninety thousand li. In perfect harmony with Pangu's body, the eggshell also stretched, straining to hold both the expanding giant and the turbulent gases of the world inside its boundaries.

One day when the universe was especially unstable, Pangu woke up. All around, he saw nothing but darkness and confusion. At first, he was intrigued by the irregular rhythms of the world. He watched, fascinated, as whirling particles burst and scattered around him. Quickly, he learned to dodge exploding gases by nimbly jumping from side to side.

After a while, however, he became tired of all the noise and confusion. The constant commotion jangled his nerves. The din produced a ringing in his ears that made him extremely irritable. The longer he watched the chaos of the universe, the more he longed for the tranquility of his deep sleep. The chaos bothered him, but even more important, Pangu realized that the fragile shell of the universe might rupture at any moment. Pangu knew he would have to take action, so he waited until the world was in a state of uneasy calm, then grabbed a long meteor. He picked it up like a sword and swung it down with every ounce of his strength. It crashed upon the exact center of the egg with a huge sonic boom. The sound reverberated throughout the world and split all the particles and gases of the universe in two. The light, pure forces of the world drifted up and formed the blue heavens. The heavy, dark forces of the universe sank down and formed the fertile earth.

Pangu was delighted with his new world. It had beauty, order, and peace. To preserve these conditions, he propped up the sky with his strong arms, wedging his body between heaven and earth. Each day, the sky rose ten li as Pangu stretched and shoved it higher and higher. For eons, he held up the sky without complaint, determined that the world should not dissolve back into chaos. As time passed, however, he became weary as his cramped muscles tightened from the weight of the world. For centuries, Pangu pushed in agony with every sinew, muscle, and bone of his body. He cried out for help, but his voice just echoed in the emptiness. No other living creature was around to hear him. Each day he longed for relief; each day he received none. He struggled for tens of thousands of years until heaven and earth each lost its memory of the other and were forever separated into the forces of yin, the dark, and yang, the light.

When the sky was firmly attached to the heavens and the earth was soundly anchored below, Pangu finally lost his resolve. Slowly, he grew weaker and older. His body gradually shrank and wrinkled. His muscles loosened, and his breath became faint. After centuries of stretching and straining, the reliable giant fell to the ground, exhausted and drained.

His massive, withered body covered the earth gently like a carpet. His flesh crumbled and spread rich, dark nutrients and sweet smelling soil upon the barren ground. His beads of sweat sprinkled droplets of rain and dew on the soft fertile earth. The tangled hair on his head and beard became the stiff branches of trees and bushes. The hair on his arms turned into tiny leaves, trailing vines, and delicate flowers. His teeth and bones broke into bits of shiny metals—gold, silver, and copper—which embedded themselves deep in the earth. His bone marrow hardened into creamy, translucent jade in colors of lavender, green, and white. His blood trickled over the land to create large pools and swift rivers. His voice, even in its weakness, produced rolling thunder and crackling lightning. His dying breath formed blowing winds and puffy clouds. Finally, released from his suffering, Pangu sobbed tears of gratitude which fell and created glittering, vast bodies of water that became the oceans.

Finally his work was over, and Pangu, the creator, was dead. In his place, he left a world that sparkled and twinkled with splashes of bright blues, vibrant greens, dusky browns, and clear, cold rushing waters.]

'Ding'

'Martial Skill [Pangu Visualization Art] has reached level 10, exceeding the original skills limits. Congratulations host!'