I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 389 - 256: Desperate Struggle

As the Perfumer screamed in terror, a thorn-covered tentacle pierced his fresh heart. The Perfumer, with shock and disbelief in his eyes, looked at Oliver, "How dare you... I am from the Church..."

Oliver’s long crimson tongue licked his lips, his handsome face appearing particularly eerie due to the enlargement of his mouth, "That Angel consumed quite a bit of my power, extremely hungry, your taste... Gurgle... very nice indeed."

Ssss... Ssss... Ssss... Ssss...

Dense thorn-covered tentacles pierced the Perfumer’s body, pulling him in front of the Prince as the Perfumer struggled. Behind Prince Oliver, two more tentacles slowly emerged. The front ends of the tentacles were shaped like knives, and the blood-red Bone Saber effortlessly sliced open the Perfumer.

In front of the Greedy Angel, all humans were nothing but food. Undoubtedly, Prince Oliver was a person of taste. In the past, he had carefully selected the objects for his Dark Cuisine, now even more picky. This evolution was a perfect masterpiece, divine essence that could possibly exist only in the next stage, yet it was appearing in the Angel stage, unimaginable in the Sixth Epoch.

Now, he just needed to follow the path and keep moving forward.

If it weren’t for concerns about the hindrance of the Sixth Epoch’s laws, Oliver would have started a killing spree long ago. With his status, advancing on the usurper’s path was easy, and power was within reach.

Finishing the entire Perfumer only made Oliver hungrier. Sensations released, the whole city was full of food, various kinds of food.

Of course, Oliver hadn’t lost his mind; now was not the time to act recklessly. But it didn’t stop him from enjoying the night in Hedan, just as usual, his second brother really did some work, such as the Grace Class and Canon Law School, like carefully selected delicacies market.

The Prince elegantly wiped his hands and pulled out a menu from his pocket; someone had prepared it for him. The age of the ingredients, their origin, characteristics, address... The selection process was part of the ambiance.

Oliver’s form vanished from the grand hall, under the night, a shadow-like entity moved swiftly through Hedan’s city, occasionally emitting strange, low gurgling sounds...

Lirong Inn.

Li Xin didn’t even know when it had become deep night. He stood for a while, lay down for a while, his mind wandering, even dazed for a good while in front of the typewriter, but only wrote a few words and ended up deleting them all.

He didn’t feel hungry at all; it was just habitual that he walked out, headed towards the market, since he had come, might as well say goodbye to Old Morton and Little Morton and pay for the extra meals he’d had during this period.

Before reaching the market, he saw many people gathered around Old Morton’s stall, hearing Old Morton’s crazed cries and wails, Li Xin’s heart sank instantly, he rushed forward, squeezing into the crowd.

Old Morton’s hair was disheveled, holding Little Morton and crying like he was not human anymore, the lively, cute, serious big boy’s face was pale and shriveled, all the blood drained, a striking large hole on his left chest exposed internal organs, a complete heart gone.

"The poor kid got targeted by the Inner Demon on the way back, seemed to be silently killed in the tent."

"Old Morton lived for the child, what will he do now."

"Never thought our good King passed away, yet the Inner Demon still lives, what kind of world, really no justice left."

"Not only Little Morton, I discovered a few others when I returned, without the King’s deterrence, the Inner Demon might revive."

"The Funeral Attendant just came by, watched for a while, casually asked a few questions and left, didn’t look like they were solving the case."

"Ah, they’re not bothering either, what’s wrong with the Church Court, why haven’t they caught the Inner Demon?"

"Shh, are you crazy, daring to question... Careful your whole family might get burned to death!"

Old Morton’s voice turned hoarse, already coughing blood, holding Little Morton tightly, that was his everything, the smart, cute child turned into a cold corpse, his whole body shaking, he couldn’t hear anymore, his vision blurred, his child was gone forever.

His world had collapsed.

Li Xin’s heart had sunk to the bottom, he was too familiar with this small family, anyone would break down in this situation, but right now there was no way to comfort, whoever touched Old Morton would be clawed and bitten madly like he was insane.

It was likely Oliver or his men did it. The King was dead, his Dark Cuisine could continue, and he no longer cared about others’ views.

Li Xin wished he had great powers, could avenge Little Morton, bring justice for everyone, even resurrect Little Morton, uphold justice to bring hope to this world.

But he didn’t have any.

Anger, frustration, impulsion, and rationality clashing in his mind, like two people constantly fighting, unable to stop, Li Xin finally understood Luo Jin’s feelings, and he didn’t even know when he returned to the inn, where he saw Dalivin and the others, their expressions grim as well, it was clear everyone knew about Old Morton’s plight.

Without a good King, people were like ants.

Li Xin opened his mouth, then closed it, if lacking power and courage, pure complaints were meaningless.

Back in his room, his farewell letter still on the table, he lay back on the bed, gazing at the ceiling, eyes vacant, this period had been too comfortable, too leisurely, making him forget what kind of world he was in.

Leave, don’t act strong, have some self-awareness; he wasn’t capable, he wasn’t of this world, wasn’t Luo Jin, couldn’t be Luo Jin, he originally had no relation to this world.

Li Xin tossed and turned in bed, his mind chaotic, dreaming of returning to his past life, then seeing Christie with a bloodied face, then dreaming of going to find Prince Oliver, only to be gutted and served as a plate of sashimi. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As dawn was breaking, Li Xin woke up, Hedan’s weather gloomy, Li Xin picked up his money pouch again, whatever the case, it would ease Old Morton’s life a bit.

Thinking of this, Li Xin took the money pouch and jumped straight out the window, quickly heading to the market, the market was cold and quiet, lacking its usual bustle, those who should set up stalls still did, but people had lost hope, faces dull, yet a tragic life was still life.

Li Xin saw from a distance that Old Morton’s stall was lit, seemingly seeing steam, was he cooking?

Li Xin quickened his pace, reached the stall, and saw Old Morton, sitting there seemingly in a daze, Li Xin squeezed out a smile, "Old..."

As he walked up to Old Morton, Li Xin froze, Old Morton’s eyes were wide open, filled with hatred for the world, his mouth stuffed with beef.

He was dead.

Choked himself to death with beef he’d cooked all his life but never allowed himself a bite.

Li Xin suddenly squatted by the roadside and started retching violently, he hadn’t eaten all day, yet couldn’t stop dry heaving...