Emotion Taster
Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 28 - A Sick World . 2
The wave of emotions I felt was even very strange. Not sadness, but happiness. Even though I can taste savory, but there are still oddities in it. I don't like this, it feels strong in a strange direction. Like I was eating a sweet filled with ants in the sweet cream. As formic acid and evaporated formaldehyde appeared in my mouth.
"Kaivan .. just so you know, the first person I killed was my own mother!"
"..."
Huh uh?
"If you ask why, of course because he wants it himself. I have never felt the desire to die as strong as my mother, I have never felt the greatest happiness when accepting death other than my mother. Yes ... haha, yes .. and I want to spread it all around the world."
I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my brows, looking at him in confusion and a little pity. Not in anger, but in pity. What is before me is not normal, because ....
"Geza .. you, you're sick—"
*Whoush ...!
"Hhh!?"
*Dug, dug ....
A surge of emotion ensued, the feeling that had previously been squealing my mouth turned into anger. A general spicy taste, a bitter taste for hatred, a grudge so thick came out and approached quickly.
Geza threw my body so fast, so fast that I wasn't fast enough to dodge. He with his spear slid straight, did a big incision right in the middle of my head.
Stank up!
"THE SICK IS THIS WORLD ...!!"
Geza shouted loudly, making a sound that I had never even heard louder than any scream he had let out. Hatred came out, resentment was overflowing, anger that he had long been yearning to overflow with the powerful attack.
"Gkh-ghkft!!"
I managed to hold it in, my knife that was usually held by one right hand turned into two. While resisting the vertical pressure swooping downwards, I pushed the back of the blade with one more hand to defend. In this position, half of my body is already curved tilted backwards like playing limbo sticks. Fortunately the horses that were still swiftly holding my entire body fell down. With the help of two additional pressures from his left hand and footstool, I was somehow able to survive his attack.
"The world is full of pain, not just in hospitals, but all over the world!" Geza shouted, while hardening his strength, he continued to push strongly spur all his strength.
The lobster witch didn't press her spear, she pulled back and re-attacked rather than cornered me on one push. Following his words, he preferred to strike a streak.
Stank up! Stank up! Stank up!
"I know the pain, but I'm sure killing your mother is even more painful. Something's wrong in your head!" I shouted back his words.
"Buck! You just live in a world of peace, a world that even makes me sick of seeing it!"
Using a spear, he carried out a rotating attack.
Stank up!
"That's proof, proof that what you're doing is retarded. Suicide-based homicides don't exist."
I held it by tilting my knife, protecting my beast bone from sideways attacks.
"What are you from my mother!? He lived in an age of rebellion! Living under the pressure of war!"
*Whoush ....
"Gkh!?"
Waves of his angry emotions rose and fell, stiffening at high values made my body even stranger. The doping created from emotional detection carves out a general panic about my body's health later. It felt like my strength and reflexes were too high to be accepted by myself.
Stank up! Stank up!
But, I tried to calm down, my goal now is to damage the weapon. So, fight the gun to the easily destroyed part. From instinct, I chose the joint at the end of the handle that connects between the claw and the spear shaft.
"Pain, pain, pain! You have no idea how sick people were in those days, how much they suffered, and how much burden they were carrying. Hearing an immature boy say about this makes me sick ...! Suck ...! Sick of it!"
Stank up!
A straight attack pierced into the chest, and I blew well through a small blow until it turned.
"I know the pain it—"
"Buck!"
Stank up!
Before I could retaliate, Geza cut in first. The expression of her anger came out so clearly, she hated the statement sentence so much that I understood her feelings. He hated me, because the statement he called unfounded to the point that it sounded so annoying to him.
"..."
Stank!!
The sound of metal kept clanging between the collisions of our weapons. I have hit the same area several times attacking at one point the spear belongs to Geza, but not the slightest sign of the object will be damaged.
"Every day, every day, every day, EVERY DAY!! Treated like toys, treated like cattle, raped in disgusting circumstances, drenched in the blood of the corpses, and without ever being able to get out!"
"..."
*Dug, dug ....
Stank!!
"When he was seriously ill and felt dying, he thought it was the end for his suffering. But, he was instead healed to be further enslaved. Healing from the disease he wanted to die! Healing to repeat the pain!"
Stank!!
"GKhft!"
"When she was pregnant, she was forced to give birth! Bad circumstances, great trauma, and having to imprint into flesh blood! Do you understand how he was at that time!? Dead plea!!?"
"..."
Stank!!
"He was stuck there, giving birth to a child and had to be trapped back into a slave! Can never see his son, can not raise him, because he is a slave! Life rots in prison with bad water!"
"..."
Stank!!
"Do you know me!? Do you know where I am!? Live with the rebels and grow up brainwashing! Great with demons and false dreams!"
Stank!!
"And do you know!? How does it feel to be seen so despicable by my own mother!? How he saw my mother live like cattle! And ... and ...."
The longer, the more simple Geza's movements become. His anger made him even more insane in strength. But, at the same time I was getting sharper as well. Random movements of anger are very easy to read. That's why I can last all this time. Although breaking the weapon seems impossible, but at least my defense is quite successful.
"..."
"..."
However, for some reason at this moment he was silent. His condition was very unstable and suddenly became silent.
"And did you know the pain when your own mother saw you with eyes of hatred?"
"..."
*Whoush ....
"Did you know when your mother asked to be killed by yourself back then?"
"..."
*Whoush ....
"Do you know what it's like to see the world so rotten to treat you this whole time
*Whoush ....
The pain of Geza's emotional wave continued to spread. So strong, so thick, mixed with each other that my tears came out on their own. The emotion was too strong, my face was shriveling and my teeth were puffing very hard. The pain was so sharp, I was not strong to hold my chest as the tightness held back the waves of his emotions. The pain was so intense, the left hand I was wearing was so strong squeezing it did not feel any physical contact. The chemical balance in the nerves started to go awry, my mental pain was carried away by it. I may not know who, I may not know when, nor do I know how. But, but ....
"I know, I know what it's like."
*Whosh ....
But, the response I got from him was not so good.
Geza was breathing hard, blowing the air in his nose so fast that he wanted to explode. His teeth were puffing up, the veins on his neck even popped out so clearly. Then ....
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW, YOU KID!!"
He swung the spear along with his loud shout.
