Chapter 567 - 134: Escape to Live?_1

Akad doesn’t believe in God; he only believes in himself.

However, today, Akad, this notorious fellow, was finally favored by dear God.

BOOM!

BOOM!

Two rumbles, fainter than before, sounded. Finally, the basement could no longer withstand the continuous heavy blows, and the rock layer above Akad’s head began to collapse.

Continuous THUMPS echoed from above. Akad watched as rubble fell unceasingly, and long-lost moonlight rained down.

Following that were the wails of two small beasts.

His body was already half-crippled. However, the River of Death’s sensitivity to blood allowed Akad to clearly perceive that his ’doormen’ had been abruptly dragged to hell by the sudden collapse.

Those two little beasts died well! Daring to eat my flesh and blood...

he gloated inwardly. Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow, like a rabbit mourning a fox.

Strictly speaking, my current fighting ability is likely no different from those two bull-fighting dogs. If they were crushed to death... I too, might not have long left...

Akad’s worries did not come true. Today was indeed his lucky day—at least, that’s what he believed up to this point.

He sensed that there was nobody around. Akad was a wanted man in the Yanjing Assembly Site, secretly imprisoned by Vincent. Naturally, Vincent needed to keep this a secret. Apart from the two bull-fighting dogs, no one knew Akad was hiding under Vincent’s mansion. This gave him a chance to escape.

The rock layer above continued to collapse, but it wasn’t very thick. Vincent hadn’t bothered to implement any strict security measures for Akad; two bull-fighting dogs and his own virus ability were deemed sufficient. Countless tons of earth and rock rained down on Akad, yet they didn’t kill him, merely adding to his injuries.

When everything finally settled, by the bright moonlight, Akad could see the iron door that had imprisoned him was twisted out of shape, revealing a ’dog hole’ large enough for him to crawl through.

Well, crawling through a dog hole...

Akad was internally resistant to the idea. However, driven by the primal instinct for survival, he had to overcome all psychological barriers and strenuously crawl towards it. The short distance of just over ten meters was a not insignificant challenge for Akad in his current state.

His efforts paid off. Using every ounce of strength, Akad crawled out of the prison. What he faced was a much broader sky.

"I survived..." Breathing in the outside air, Akad panted weakly. Without the stench of excrement and urine from the prison, the world suddenly seemed brighter.

After resting briefly on the ground, Akad’s will to survive once again overcame his physical pain. He hadn’t escaped danger yet. At the very least, he needed to crawl out of Vincent’s mansion and find a sewer to hide in. Only then could he plan his next move.

With this in mind, Akad, like an earthworm, concealed himself in the surrounding greenery. Dragging a dark red trail of what might have been sewage or blood, he used his arms to propel himself rapidly towards his target.

The shockwaves and destructive aftermath of Black Tortoise’s attack had still not dissipated. The battle’s aftereffects, akin to an earthquake, had put several streets near the inner city zone on high alert, a war-ready state.

Crawling out of Vincent’s mansion, Akad encountered no obstacles or unexpected incidents. At this moment, he was certain of one thing:

If I can just escape today, I’ll become the most devout believer... As for who to believe in... I’ll have to see which Evil God’s teachings align with my own code of conduct.

Unfortunately, some unknown Evil God decided to play a cruel joke on Akad.

"Someone is injured here!" A shout rang out from a distance. Akad’s physical strength was greatly diminished, significantly weakening his Perception Ability. Now, he had been discovered by a City Guard who might only be Level 3 or 4. Following the City Guard’s alarm, footsteps approached from all directions.

There were none of Vincent’s Attendants or servants in the nearby blocks. However, there were City Guards and disaster relief teams.

"Whose family member are you?" The City Guard who first found Akad quickly approached, examining his injuries while asking in a relatively gentle tone. He couldn’t afford to offend any of the residents here.

"AH... AHH..." Akad uttered a series of incomprehensible sounds, pretending his vocal cords were damaged and that he had amnesia.

The City Guard briefly assessed Akad’s physical strength—it was less than 10 points. In the face of such a catastrophe, someone of this level could indeed suffer severe psychological trauma, leading to various issues. The City Guard bent down again, examining Akad’s wounds more closely. The festering sores and decaying skin, combined with a putrid odor, made the City Guard frown.

What kind of person is this? He doesn’t look like a relative of any important figure.

The City Guard suspected the truth of the matter. However, this had little to do with a minor City Guard like himself. Faced with a small chance of commendation versus a high chance of error, he chose the conservative path.

"Someone come! There’s a seriously injured person here, take him for treatment!"

A few soldiers from a distance came over and clumsily hoisted Akad onto a stretcher. The expressions on their faces showed their disgust at the smell emanating from Akad. To them, he looked like a piece of trash afflicted with some strange disease.

Akad, in his heart, felt utterly helpless. He was being carried around like a stinking fish, unable to do anything. The phrase ’a lamb to the slaughter’ perfectly described his current situation. And so, Akad was carried by several military warriors to an emergency aid station in the inner city zone.

The treatment process went smoothly. The festering sores and decaying skin were easily treated with a healing potion. However, Vincent’s power was not so simple. After a while, Akad’s body would revert to its previous state. Fortunately, the toxin wouldn’t kill him; its primary purpose was torture.

After the brief treatment, Akad lay quietly on the hospital bed. He appeared to be resting, but his mind was actually racing, devising countermeasures for his current predicament.

Outside the door, two military warriors were assigned to guard Akad’s ward—they had noticed something suspicious about him. Under these circumstances, and with his current strength, there was only one possible outcome: he would inevitably be identified by the military.

Thinking this, Akad slowly opened his eyes.

I have no choice, no strategy. Well then, I’ll just wait until the military uncovers the situation, and I’ll drag Vincent down with me. Vincent probably won’t be severely punished for harboring a fugitive, but since things have come to this, I might as well cause him some trouble! And Vincent letting Wanping go—I absolutely have to tell Wen Yu about that! If I’m going down, none of you are getting off easy!

Akad thought with pure malice.