He recalled the drone and checked to see if it was broken anywhere but pleased to see it was fine.
"Hmm?"
He heard a groan coming from behind him as he turned his head.
The blonde-haired man with a swollen face looked at Allen with horror as he realized what he’d just done.
At this mont, he deeply regretted trying to kill Allen and wondered what he should do to not get killed by the madman in front of him.
’What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?’
The man kept having the sa thoughts trying to co up with a way to save his life.
’I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!’
Clatter!
His teeth started to involuntarily clatter as he wondered what type of a horrible death he’d receive.
’Please, God! I don’t want to die! I want to live!’
Allen stared at the man in front of him who looked like he saw a demon.
’Keh~’
Inwardly, Allen let out a small evil chuckle as he saw the misery of the one that wanted to kill him.
What he didn’t realize was that a small subtle grin had ford on his face that terrified the man to his core.
Knowing that if he didn’t do anything he’d be next on the chopping board, he decided to use his final card. That was...
"Please! Please! I beg of you to let live! I’ll do anything you say! I’ll be your slave! No- your dog! Please! Just let live! I don’t want to die!" The man said with tears falling from his eyes in copious amounts.
"..."
Seeing the man fall to his feet and kowtowing in order to survive, Allen showed nothing but a look of indifference as if he didn’t care at all.
Inwardly, he was thinking that one day, it could be him in this situation if he didn’t get stronger.
Ever since he found out that there are zombies who are immune to bullets and the fact that there might be survivors like the man in front of him who would kill soone just because they seed suspicious, he had been worried about what the future held for him.
Would he be in this situation, begging to his enemies to let him live.
’I won’t ever let this happen. I’ll accumulate as much strength as possible. Beco powerful every single day. Annihilate anyone who points their weapons at after I’ve shown them rcy.’ He promised himself as he steeled his heart for the days to co when his hands would be drenched in the blood of his enemies, zombies and humans alike.
With that said, he looked at the man that was weeping near his feet so much that it was almost becoming a small puddle.
’He fears and not by a small amount but rather with all his being. I could use that.’ He thought before opening his mouth.
"Na."
Allen said in a voice colder than ice and with an expression tougher than steel.
"Huh?"
The man was dumbfounded at this question as he looked at Allen with a puzzled look on his face.
"Tch, I won’t repeat myself a second ti."
"...!"
The man realized that he had offended the killer in front of him once more and didn’t waste another second before answering him.
"Donovan Astley."
Donovan said with fear etched on his face.
’Donovan? The na sounds familiar. Where have I heard that before?’ Allen wondered with a raised eyebrow.
’Wait a minute... isn’t that...?’
It didn’t take long for Allen to realize where he heard that na before.
"Aren’t you that chanical engineering student who was hailed as the best engineering student of Inglenis in the modern era?" Allen asked, intrigued.
Donovan who heard that statent couldn’t help but slightly curve his lips in pride but instantly beca fearful once he saw Allen look at him with a frown.
"Y-yes, that lowly one is ." He answered stutteringly.
"So that’s who you are, eh?" Allen said.
He then went quiet as if trying to recall sothing.
After he seed like he was done rembering what he was trying to, he opened his mouth once again.
"Why did you do it?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Um, you an attack you? The CCTV-"
"Not that you idiot." Allen cut him off.
"I an, why did you steal the innovations of your professor and then kill him?" Allen asked.
He rembered that appearing in the headlines. It was a huge scandal. The entire nation was shocked at the actions of the one who they thought would be one of the greatest minds in the entire world.
Hearing that, Donovan, who had fear etched on his face, instantly adopted a look of hatred.
"I did not steal his innovations, much less kill him! I am innocent!" He spat out in rage.
Allen, who heard that, felt there was more to the story than was known. However, he did not like the way Donovan replied to him.
"Oi, did you forget your life is in my hands? Watch out your tongue if you don’t want it to be pulled off." He said with a grave look.
"..."
Donovan reeled back when he saw Allen beco angrier.
"I’m sorry." He bowed his head and apologized, inwardly berating himself for losing control of his emotions.
"Hmph. Continue." Allen snorted.
"Yes." Donovan nodded before opening his mouth.
"While it is true that my professor was killed, it wasn’t who did that." He said.
"Isn’t that what every killer says? Deny that they murdered soone?" Allen said, sounding skeptical.
"I understand your skepticism. However, it really wasn’t . It was that *itch wife of his who killed him and frad by saying I did to steal his inventions." He said.
"..."
Donovan could see that Allen wasn’t buying his story. However, he wasn’t worried.
"I don’t know if you rember but, all the..."
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