TYMIMA Chapter 151

“Huh?” Lucas instinctively made a highly provocative sound.

This was his habitual way of communicating with Adrian—he never learned to respond properly.

Sometimes he didn’t even know his own motives. Perhaps compared to the abusive Howard and his sick mother, Adrian was the easiest to bully.

Hearing this, Adrian turned his head, glancing at Lucas from the corner of his eye.

He didn’t lower his hand or speak again, just stared at Lucas.

Lucas suddenly learned without a teacher to swallow back the words that had already risen to his throat, deliberately meant to anger Adrian.

The side of Adrian’s face that had turned was splattered with Asmodeus’s blood, droplets irregularly hanging from his brow, temple, cheek, and jaw. Even his open shirt collar hadn’t escaped.

His calm, serious face marked with traces of killing suddenly took on an extremely niche perverted quality.

Something was wrong.

Lucas sensitively realized this wasn’t the familiar Adrian from his memory.

He secretly glanced at Asmodeus’s corpse’s miserable state—it could no longer be recognized as a complete human being. The rotting flesh with its spine removed was piled together greasily, with fine bone fragments washing out from the neck, knees, and chest cavity along with blood, decorating the dark cement floor.

Adrian stood in the pool of blood, his shoe tips still spotless, but the soles were completely soaked with blood.

Of course he wouldn’t be frightened by Asmodeus’s death—he could do such things too. But he was indeed somewhat scared by Adrian’s state, though he didn’t want to admit it.

This was someone who normally avoided even killing chickens and sheep—a standard good guy.

“Can’t… can’t you put it on yourself?”

Damn, he knew he was afraid inside, but his mouth had its own ideas.

Lucas realized he’d still been provocative and immediately licked his lips guiltily.

He didn’t know Adrian’s third and fourth-tier abilities.

Even [Heaven]’s power—he’d only witnessed it today.

Obviously, those gazed upon by Heaven would suddenly become withdrawn and inferior, losing all resistance, losing the will to survive, becoming fish on a chopping board.

Thinking about it now, when he’d gone alone to Desert City to kill Adrian, he’d really been overestimating himself. Adrian hadn’t used [Heaven] against him at all.

He actually knew in his heart that his brother was overly tolerant and indulgent toward him, but he was just bad, malicious, loved bullying people—especially those who were good to him.

Adrian suddenly turned and walked toward Lucas, still carrying the rare lead ore baton in his left hand, his right hand maintaining the position of rolled-up sleeves, exposing his forearm.

Lucas’s nerves immediately tensed. His damn sixth sense was sending signals that things weren’t good.

But habitual common sense was numbing him—no way, that was Adrian. Adrian wouldn’t mind his provocations!

Until Adrian’s blood-stained right hand slid across his shoulder and gripped his nape.

The palm, hot from intense activity, slowly caressed his most sensitive spot as the bloody smell inevitably drifted over.

Adrian caressed while watching him with gray-blue melancholy eyes, his tone quite gentle, but his words weren’t very pleasant.

“Lucas, was I too indulgent before, making you unable to sense danger?”

The alarms in Lucas’s brain were about to explode. Of course he sensed danger, but what could he do about being stubborn!

Lucas decided one must be flexible—don’t argue with an S-level still high on killing. So he quickly crouched, trying to escape from Adrian’s control range.

However, Adrian seemed to have anticipated his reaction, so he applied force with his fingers, lifting Lucas up like picking up a cunning cat.

Lucas was shackled and underfed, completely powerless to resist, so he was unsurprisingly straightened up by Adrian.

Running away was already embarrassing enough; failing to escape was utterly humiliating.

Lucas felt extremely awkward, his ears bright red, saying fiercely: “Hey, you’re pinching my gland!”

“Then I’m pinching it.” Adrian didn’t relax his grip at all, his slender fingers controlling Lucas’s most vulnerable spot.

Lucas had no doubt that if he still had thoughts of escaping, Adrian would apply more force.

Damn damn damn!

He must have been brain-dead to ask Adrian to save him. How much better it would have been if it were the ice-smart, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted young master!

Lucas’s neck stiffened as a chill spread from the back of his head all the way down his spine, making him shiver slightly.

“Still going to run?” Adrian asked with a smile.

It was clearly an ordinary tone, but coming from the blood-stained Adrian, it was inexplicably oppressive.

“Who said I was running?” Lucas maintained face, glaring back, but his voice had become much quieter.

“If you’re not running, let’s settle accounts.” Adrian relaxed his grip slightly, his palm covering his entire neck. “Lan Qi said you wanted to dig out my heart to see if it was cold and heartless?”

Right off the bat was a bombshell, and Adrian’s left hand suddenly began playing with the baton.

The baton scraped back and forth on the cement floor, making rustling sounds that ground at one’s nerves.

“…” Lucas felt bitter inside.

Adrian wasn’t the little blond, so why was Lan Qi chatting with him about nothing!

“No.” He lied without blushing—a wise man doesn’t fight when the odds are against him.

Adrian obviously saw through Lucas’s lie, the baton stopping its movement: “Too bad, I actually thought your idea was quite creative.”

Like hell.

Lucas silently complained inside.

“Ha, ridiculous. I’ve long been too lazy to kill you. I don’t want to see you at all. I’m going to find them.”

Lucas ran after speaking. He’d already rushed out when suddenly everything went dark—a hard, powerful wing blocked his path.

He crashed head-first into the wing, his lips touching smooth feathers, getting a mouthful of fluff.

He’d never seen Adrian fully transform. Howard thought flying wasn’t elegant enough and didn’t allow Adrian to manifest wings.

So this thing was so hard—his nose was nearly broken. No wonder Asmodeus was sent flying in one hit.

Ptui.

Just as Lucas was about to spit out the fluff on his lips, Adrian grabbed his prison uniform collar and yanked him back, forcefully pressing him against the bars.

Adrian gripped both his wrists with one hand, his shoe tip against his tendon, saying unpredictably: “Seems that wasn’t satisfying enough just now. Do you need me to pinch harder?”

Lucas’s face was pressed against the cell bars, his toes slightly raised, his neck completely red.

It wasn’t that being caught by Adrian was shameful—mainly there were still prisoners in the cells, all curiously watching him and Adrian, seeing him being disciplined by Adrian.

“…No need.” Lucas said sullenly, then rolled his eyes where Adrian couldn’t see, showing displeasure and maintaining pride.

A prisoner in the cell suddenly shouted: “Boss, he rolled his eyes at you, he’s not convinced!”

Lucas: “?”

He was so angry smoke came from his seven orifices, wanting to tear open the bars and spin this troublemaking bastard like a top.

Adrian looked up, turning his head to ask: “Is that so?”

Lucas: “Of course not!”

Adrian chuckled softly by his flushed ear, then suddenly picked up the baton, gripping it reverse-handed in the middle, and hurled it forcefully into the cell.

Clang!

The baton struck the prisoner’s face like a javelin, shattering his facial bones as he collapsed limply.

Lucas looked up in shock, cold sweat suddenly soaking his back.

“Anyone who slanders you, your brother will kill. After all, you’re the one I raised from childhood—I understand your character better than anyone,” Adrian said lightly.

“…”

Lucas’s heartbeat gradually accelerated, his throat unconsciously beginning to swallow.

Sarcasm—it was sarcasm, right?

What character did he have?

“Like when you stuffed dead mice in my bedding, you were actually just animal-loving, right?” Adrian’s right hand forcefully clamped Lucas’s wrists while his left hand gently stroked his sweat-dampened back.

Holy shit…

Lucas was really getting a bit scared. His toes rose higher and higher, his back and gluteal muscles tensing up.

“And when you drew turtles all over the test papers I carefully corrected for you, it was just because you love drawing, wasn’t it?” Adrian’s palm paused at his forced-up shoulder blades before continuing to caress.

Lucas wondered—was he really this annoying as a child?

Thinking about it, if someone drew turtles all over the physics problems he’d worked hard to solve for Lily, he’d immediately grab the little loli by the collar and throw her straight from the High Tower building rooftop back to school.

“As for you deleting my articles and tampering with my economics homework, I suppose you were just being playful.”

The more Adrian spoke, the more cold sweat Lucas broke out. These were things from a hundred years ago—how did he selectively forget about them?

“And when you confessed to Omega classmates who had crushes on me using my name, it was because I was too indulgent with you, making you not know proper limits.”

“As for ‘annoying guy,’ ‘hey,’ ‘cold-hearted,’ ‘bastard,’ ‘stuffed gourd,’ ‘cowardly escapist,’ ‘defective product of elite education’… it’s all because I failed to restrain your behavior in time, to let you know this was offensive.”

Lucas’s calves trembled as he secretly glanced at Adrian’s expression from the corner of his eye.

He knew that pair of parents couldn’t possibly raise an excellent, normal person—Adrian’s psychological problems were obviously more serious than his own!

Howard, you really deserved to die. How could any of your sons not go crazy?

Adrian breathed, his breath spraying against Lucas’s neck: “I kept thinking this way to suppress my emotions, forgiving you again and again. Otherwise, the confession incident wouldn’t have ended so simply.”

Adrian pressed Lucas’s wrists against where he’d been beaten before.

Lucas was so embarrassed he bit his lower lip hard, almost dropping his heel to stomp on Adrian’s shoe tip.

But shoes weren’t allowed in prison since they could become weapons, so he was only wearing socks now. Stomping down would only make himself unlucky without hurting Adrian at all.

Adrian’s repression came from all aspects of life. He imprisoned part of his true self deep in his heart, gradually forming a personality that completely ignored rules and was obsessively extreme.

But they were originally the same person.

“Anno… Adrian, I’ve forgotten about childhood things. Let me go quickly.” Lucas felt very uncomfortable.

“What did you call me?” Adrian narrowed his eyes, his shoe tip boldly kicking Lucas’s heel.

Lucas kept convincing himself that a gentleman’s revenge could wait ten years—he had a lifetime to make Adrian kneel and beg for mercy.

“…Brother.” Lucas said quietly.

After saying it, he quickly pressed his face against the bars to cool down.

It was clearly a very ordinary form of address, but because he’d hardly ever used it, it seemed particularly shameful.

Adrian was somewhat satisfied, the darkness in his heart melting slightly, but it wasn’t enough.

“What should you say when brother comes to AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison to save you?”

Lucas hated that he hadn’t gotten the rare lead ore handcuff keys, or he would definitely immediately activate [Shadow Anchoring] and send this dark bastard Adrian to the Siberian forest!

Lucas endured the humiliation: “Thank you.”

“Thank who?” Adrian pinched his wrist as a warning.

Screw your grandfather, I’ll send you to the Arctic to feed polar bears!

“…Thank you, brother.”

“Last question.” Adrian released Lucas’s wrists, letting him turn around to face him. Lucas was caught off guard and really did stomp hard on Adrian’s foot.

Adrian didn’t care at all. He gripped Lucas’s lower back and pulled him forward, letting Lucas’s ice-cold feet completely rest on his shoes.

“The better I am to you, the more you hate me. Why?”

This was what he’d always wanted to know, but his light side could never ask.

He saw him as his only family. In a household full of jealousy, hatred, wariness, and competition, he chose to love him. He forcibly split himself into two personalities, and in the end, Lucas wanted to kill him.

Lucas curled his toes. Perhaps his feet, swollen and frostbitten for days, finally felt long-missed warmth. He was both furious and full of grievance.

Cold feet, hungry stomach, torn clothes, being violently jabbed in the abdomen with a baton, threatened with having his pheromones drained, fearing death, worrying about friends…

Days of accumulated emotions finally found an outlet. Lucas’s eyes reddened as he immediately buried his head, hiding his tears in Adrian’s suit.

He said muffledly: “I want brother to always be on my side.”

Don’t learn piano, don’t get first place, don’t become an elite, don’t become a Federation Speaker like Howard.

Never be disgusted with him or abandon him.

At some point, two wings gently closed, completely enfolding Lucas. The thick feathers blocked out the cold and shielded him from the prisoners’ prying gazes.

Adrian extended his right hand: “Good boy, help brother put it on.”

Lucas deliberately didn’t speak, but still took out the watch, brushing past Adrian’s slender fingers to fasten it on his wrist.

 

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