行尸走肉第3季

When Ryan had entered the room, he had inherently felt the power radiating from The Old Man. But contrary to what one might expect, he didn't feel any fear.

Not only was his 'Death Before Fear' ability at work, but also a tacit understanding of why The Old Man wasn't a threat to him.

God-Tier cultivators can't hurt lower-tiered cultivators unless attacked.

Ryan didn't know how he knew this, but he somehow attributed it to something other than his lack of memory.

This feeling was the same when the voice spoke to him, warning him of Milf.

"Why is her name Milf?" Ryan suddenly thought out loud.

The Old Man Laughed, "That stupid bitch begged me to let her have kids, but after I forced her to stay a virgin for so many years she forgot about wanting to become a mother. So I changed her name to Milf so that she would remember," after getting over his initial shock at the sudden outburst, The Old Man was eager to tell Ryan of his misdeeds.

"Did you feel her skill? I can give her to you... all you have to do is give me that egg back."

Ryan burst into laughter. "You're still calling it an egg. Do you not even know it's a she?" Ryan asked, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"How. . . how do you know it's a she?" The Old Man asked with trembling rage. He wanted nothing more than to obliterate the brat standing before him, but the heavenly laws forbade him. When one upgrades from SSS-Tier to God-Tier, one undergoes a transformation that changes their fundamentals.

Cultivators from the Multiverse look at the letter ranks as the foundation-building period and use this time to ensure they maintain a healthy balance between upgrading their race, cultivation, and specialty, which, unlike Ryan, others have to do the last two independently.

"She spoke to me, duh," Ryan said, waving his hands in a dismissive gesture.

Clutching his heart The Old Man slumped back on his chair. His face turned bright red, and he began sweating profusely. "What did she say?" he demanded. "I don't want her! Tell her I never wanted her!"

The Old Man screeched as he stood up. "Never mind, let go of her already! Give her back now, or I'll kill you right here!"

Ryan reached into his pocket and held out the egg to him. "Here, you can have her."

"Give me my precious. Give it to me now!"

"Here she is." Ryan tossed the egg toward The Old Man's hand. "Are we done here?"

"Wait... what?" The Old Man asked with suspicion.

He picked up the egg and looked at it closely for several minutes before returning his attention to the boy standing before him with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

"What did you do?" The Old Man asked, still curiously looking at the egg.

"Nothing," Ryan said, shrugging while he checked the time on his nonexistent watch.

The Old Man's eyebrow twitched as he looked at the façade of the youngster. "Boy, if you don't hand over the real egg, I will cut you down where you stand. I could easily cut you down before the heavenly laws obliterate me."

Giving a long sigh Ryan took out an egg of the same size and weight and handed it to The Old Man.

"Ah yes, this is her!" The Old Man exclaimed. "Now run brat, before I change my mind."

As Ryan turned to leave he heard the now familiar voice of Yoko in his head. "That's the decoy I used when I snuck out of this miserable place," Yoko said telepathically.

"You know, I still haven't accepted you," Ryan replied, looking down at his pocket.

As Ryan returned his sight forward, walking out of the room, he didn't notice a small puff of air escape from the egg in his pocket.

The room began filling with an overpowering putrid scent as Ryan closed the door behind him.

Inside the room, The Old Man was delicately rubbing the egg, a fanatical expression on his face.

Suddenly he started choking and coughing. His eyes turned wide and began stinging. Tears appeared, and he couldn't catch his breath.

He clawed at his throat, trying to get air. He pounded his chest, trying just to catch one little breath, a breath that never came.

The Old Man slumped into his chair and slid down slowly until he hit the floor, his face purple, his legs splayed out in odd directions, and saliva puddled slowly underneath his rigid face.

"Oh, but you will," Yoko said, a small smile spreading over her face.

===

"Any news on the test?" Hannah called as she bit her lip.

"Just like the previous 20 times you've asked Hannah, no. Our Lord does not give us such news," Shade said, looking at Hannah disapprovingly.

"But does that mean he's going to be turned into a vessel? How can we ever escape his clutches?" The façade that Hannah had been putting on for The Old Man dropped, and she desperately wanted to know if her savior was okay.

She had wanted to warn Ryan, but she was only a slave. If she refused The Old Man's orders, she died.

"Ryan was skillful enough to cure you. Have some faith in the boy," Shade said, crossing his fingers behind his back.

"You mean you believe in him?" Hannah asked, leaning toward Shade, gazing at him, her eyes filled with hope.

"I-" before Shade could respond, every member of the catservants of Xygar got a notification.

[Your Master Has Died. Your contract is complete.]

Everyone in the room fell silent and turned towards Shade. Although, over the years, Shade had gotten close with the catservants, he was not one of them.

He was first and foremost the protector of Xygar and now that the last remaining member of their race was dead...

"I'm free," Shade muttered. "I can't believe I'm free from that bastard's control after so many years."

The mask that Shade had worn of the loyal servant who would do anything for his master crumbled and he disregarded everyone in the room as he sprinted toward a hut at the edge of the village.

'Don't worry sister, your brother is coming.'