Soul of Negary
chapter-446-30041322

As time went by, three years passed, and the myth of a horrifying mummy began to spread throughout the Desolates' territory.

The mummy in the myth was an entity whose entire body was wrapped in bandages who could appear anywhere at any time, carrying with him a lamp that granted three wishes.

Anyone that got pursued by him would be forced to grant three of his wishes, otherwise, he would cut off your little boy to extend his own.

If not, how could that thing of his be so long?

"This is slander! Utter and complete slander, this body was born like this!" Killer J loudly retorted.

Several Desolates wearing masks were sitting next to Killer J with their heads lowered while keeping silent, one of them had even begun to doubt whether or not they had made the right choice when they betrayed the Desolates. After all, regardless of how they looked at it, following a boss like this was basically hopeless.

"What are you all looking down for? Staring at your little boys? Those things are useless to a Desolate anyways" Killer J casually dissed them, then continued: "So, how's the information you gathered recently?"

These were all Desolates who felt that they had no future within the Desolate Republic after obtaining a Celestial's 'treasure', who then chose to join the Celestials. Of course, without walking the path of eternal peace, it was impossible for them to become a true Celestial.

"Very recently, the Republic had directed a lot of resources towards the Eastern River as well as recruiting experienced boatmen, I suspect that they want to mobilize their troops from there" a young man wearing a demon mask calmly reported, then followed up with a lot of corresponding intel.

"I observed a lot of troop movement. There were many unfamiliar faces in the Eastern Sea Town who then disappeared again after a short while" another Desolate wearing an oni mask also reported a lot of detailed information with an earnest voice.

"I'm sorry, I've been very busy with training recently, so I'm not too clear about any of this" the last one to report was an awkward Desolate young man, the mask he was wearing depicted a heavenly being with cloud patterns.

"Alright, everyone back to their places and their mothers, I'll contact you all again very soon" after listening to all their reports, Killer J dismissed all of these Desolates, only telling the awkward young man to remain.

The other Desolate exchanged glances and left one by one.

"I'm really sorry boss, taking so many resources, but I couldn't find any information" the embarrassed young man seemed to want to explain himself, but Killer J simply put his hand over his shoulder.

"Collect your things, we're going to retreat!" Killer J's voice under the bandage became unusually serious.

"Huh? Aren't we going to take them?" the Desolate young man was a bit surprised.

After all, he couldn't get any information at all, while the others all collected plenty of everything, but the one who would be brought back was him.

"Such stylish people like me, Killer J, would be very noticeable even in the middle of the night. Do you really think that following someone like me would give them the chance to obtain so much information?" Killer J flipped his hair that was now made of bandages and took a smoke from his cigarette, then asked with a tone of vicissitudes.

"You mean, they made their intel up?" the awkward young man exclaimed in shock.

"It would be great if it was made up, the issue is that according to what I can see, they were most likely under orders from the Desolates to purposely give fake information" Killer J patted the awkward young man's head and spoke in a different tone from before:

"I had thought all of you would be pawns, but very unexpectedly, I got you as harvest"

"For someone who appears so awkward, your internal mind is very different"

As Killer J said this, the awkward young man's expression changed a bit as a red light flickered in his jet black iris, then he suddenly noticed a bunch of bandages being shoved into his hand.

"Since you're asking me so sincerely, I have no choice but to take you in as my disciple. This is our uniform, so change into it while you collect your things, I know you've been feeling envious for a very long time"

Killer J gave a thumbs up to the awkward young man and grinned to expose his pearly white teeth, which somehow gave off a glint as well.

"I can't help but feel like you're imitating some sort of terrible character" the awkward young man suddenly felt full of regret as he held the bandages in his hands.

"Yup, your ability to retort is exactly what I wanted. If one day, I give you an 'idiot hair', then you will have graduated"

Killer J said with a solemn tone while patting the young man's shoulder: "Your master's ability is to take advantage of emotions, and since you have a hobby of retorting other people, I'll train you so that you can make it shine!"

"No I don't, definitely not, don't talk nonsense, are you seriously listening to me at all?" the awkward young man was being roped around to the point that he was almost unable to maintain his unique ability [Cloud Appearance].

He was suddenly made to be Killer J's disciple without knowing why, forced to wear these bandages without knowing why, and was branded as a retort expert without knowing why.

"Well done, I'll give you 42 points for that triple retort. Keep it up and it won't be long until you reach 1% of your master's abilities!"

Killer J loudly praised him, then began to physically lead the young man back to the Celestials' territory: "Speaking of which, what's your name, disciple? Your master has a condition where he occasionally loses some very specific memory, so can you tell me again?"

"You obviously don't know my name, you definitely made that disease up just now!"

"How would I make something like that up just now? I clearly made it up the last time I forgot the Boss' assigned mission" Killer J's answer that wasn't a single bit embarrassed and was instead highly proud made the young man lose all motivation to struggle.

The mask on his face suddenly cracked and disappeared with a bit of smoke to reveal his real face.

"Just call me Yun Rong" the young man's awkwardness from earlier had completely disappeared.

He was a young man who seemed to be around 12 or 13, he had a pair of heterochromia eyes - red left, blue right – and some unique patterns on his face.

These patterns were a result of the unique ability that his Totem granted him, [Cloud Appearance]. Yun Rong's Totem was a cloud that his true self had been constantly hiding in after obtaining it. Including his name, appearance, and even personality, everything that he had ever shown was a mere imitation of his cloud.

During this process, his Totem could even imitate other Totems. While they would be half as strong as the original, it also made him ever-changing. Without a doubt, he was a natural-born spy.

The reason why Yun Rong had betrayed the Desolates to become one of Killer J's spies was because he didn't feel hopeful about the Desolates' chances of victory.

Using his unique ability, he had been to and observed many of the Desolates' crucial locations, as well as infiltrating the Celestials' territory, after which he resolved himself to join the Celestials.

After that, Yun Rong snuck into some of the Desolates' secret bases to steal documents and handed them over to another spy as a contribution, hoping to receive better treatment, but he ended up falling into the pit that is Killer J.

…

Clearly, I've managed to join the grand family that are the Celestials.

Clearly, the documents I handed over before gave me a very high position like I wanted.

These are both things to be happy about, so I should be twice as happy.

Then why are things like this?

Wearing the bandages as his clothes, Yun Rong was feeling like collapsing on the spot. After knowing that he was Killer J's disciple, he could sense strange gazes from many people, as if they were all saying: He could have been such a good boy, why did he become retarded so early in life?

1. This is the name of his ability, but not translated to differentiate between his name and his ability