My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Semblance of Life
He turned to the corpses scattered on the dirty floor and transformed them into pills.

Next, he began the absorption process, driven by a desperate need to heal himself completely.

He felt fine on the surface, but numbness and blurred vision revealed deeper issues, a result of impacts to his joints and trauma to his brain.

This meant that even though he was immune to pain, if he sustained enough damage, he would still be in serious trouble.

With each pill he consumed, warmth and vitality spread through his body, closing the punctured holes in his skull and reconnecting damaged joints.

Torn tendons and ligaments knitted together, regaining their strength and flexibility. The more he observed the healing process, the more impressed he became with his body.

This kind of healing power were beyond what humans could ever replicate

When he was done, he felt stronger than ever, but it still wasn’t enough to make him unstoppable against the law.

The sound of sirens in the distance grew louder. Escaping was his only option.

He quickly moved back through the same door he had entered, stepping into the darkness outside.

But just as he began to slip away, bright flashes burst from a nearby crowd, their excited shouts cutting through the silence.

They began snapping pictures and recording videos of him, likely intending to upload them to social media for views and clout.

It was a reckless move, because if he were a psychopath, he could easily shoot them just for the thrill of it.

“Look! Over there!” someone shouted, pointing in his direction.

Seeing the crowd’s reaction, he took off running in the opposite direction.

He leaped over trash cans and other obstacles with ease, his body moving with an agility he had never experienced before.

When he spotted a wall ahead, he jumped over it effortlessly and grabbed onto a metal ladder, climbing up.

The rooftops provided an unobstructed view, and he started running, landing softly on each surface.

With the buildings close together, he leaped effortlessly from roof to roof. The darkness of the night helped him conceal his presence

Each jump took him farther away from the crime scene, and the sirens faded into the background.

Along the way, he spotted clothing on the rooftop and quickly grabbed a few items, and tucked them under his arm.

After a few more jumps, he noticed a metal door secured with a lock.

CRACK!

He pulled it out with ease, the metal bending under his grip.

The door swung open, revealing a darkened stairwell that descended into the building below.

‘I need to change clothes first,’ he thought, glancing down at his old outfit riddled with bullet holes.

It would make him look highly suspicious if anyone saw him.

He slipped into a black jacket and blue pants. The new clothes fit him better and offered a sense of comfort.

He didn’t have to hide his face too much, because the color of his skin had turned a bit warmer. Still pale, though he no longer looked like a corpse.

His eyes also regained some of their life, transforming him into a more mysterious version of his old self. He still carried an aura of a creature of the night, but to others, he would simply look a bit paler than normal.

With everything in place, he walked down the stairway and exited the building.

Outside, a stream of police cars rushed by, their lights flashing and sirens wailing.

He felt relieved; he had escaped without getting caught. It was all over now.

‘I can’t believe I pulled that off’

He had always been someone who followed orders, but what had happened back there was entirely his doing.

No one had instructed him on what to do or how to handle the situation, yet he still managed to come up with a solid plan.

It might not have been perfect, but in his opinion, it was more than acceptable.

This experience boosted his confidence in his decision-making skills.

For the first time, he realized he could rely on himself, and that sense of independence was invigorating.

If Lucy were here right now, she would be thrilled to see this. Her plan had always been for him to think for himself, as it was the only way for him to really improve.

As he walked casually down the street, he noticed some people rushing toward the crime scene, but he didn’t pay them any mind.

Instead, he hailed a nearby taxi and climbed inside.

The taxi went past the gangster’s building, and as expected, people were already crowding the place, and police were putting up yellow tape to preserve the crime scene.

“Kid, this place is really dangerous. You shouldn’t be walking around here at this hour,” the driver broke the silence, glancing at the passenger seat in his rearview mirror.

He hesitated to reply, unsure if his words would come out clearly or as incoherent groans.

“You’re right,” he finally said, and to his relief, the driver didn’t seem to notice anything off about his voice. This small victory gave him a sense of satisfaction.

The driver spoke again, “So, what are you doing in such a dangerous neighborhood? You don’t look like someone who belongs here.”

He leaned on the headrest before responding. “I was just helping a friend with some… personal stuff,” he said, maintaining a laid-back tone. “Things got a bit messy, but it’s good now.”

The driver nodded, still looking skeptical. Hearing the word “messy” made him think he might be dealing with one of those young kids who sold drugs for big gangs.

Deciding it was better to keep his thoughts to himself, he focused on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

Pulling up in front of the convenience store where Asher used to work, the driver glanced back one last time.

“Here we are, sir,” the driver said, a hint of caution in his voice

Asher paid the fare and exited the vehicle.

As he got closer, he spotted the woman who had replaced him at the cash register.

She was currently asleep, her head resting on the counter, oblivious to the world around her.

Nearby, a group of high school delinquents had gathered, snapping pictures of her while stifling their laughter. They looked intoxicated, their eyes weary and their movements unsteady.

The glass door swung open as Asher stepped into the store, catching the attention of the delinquents.

They put on a tough act, each one feeding off the group’s presence, but without their so-called “strength in numbers,” they were nothing.

Still, he couldn’t help but find their way of thinking a bit pitiful.

Experience had taught him that when a fight broke out, these so-called “friends” would scatter faster than someone trying to escape from their debt collector.

“Hey, shop somewhere else. Can’t you see we’re busy here?” one of the bigger delinquents said, stepping forward.

Asher didn’t respond right away.

Instead, he casually glanced at the security cameras, checking for any blind spots.

Once he was sure the cameras couldn’t catch what was about to happen, he pulled his jacket aside, revealing the gun tucked in his utility belt.

“Get out of here, while I’m asking.”