The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat! - Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Stench of death
Micheal stood on the rooftop of the red light district with his presence concealed while he watched the commotion. He was sure Alice had left her mark flawlessly but she did fail to put a few things into consideration.

Well, that was for her to worry about.

He noticed her making her way towards the district and got down. He stood in front and though the ladies were trying to get his attention, he did not show any interest.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy.” One of the ladies said, attempting to touch him when he released a murderous aura and ordered,

“Scram!”

They were immediately frightened out of their bras and fled. It looked like he would kill them if they did not give him space, so instead of just giving him space, they ran away.

Alice got there after they had fled, so she did not see the ladies who attempted to taint Micheal with their impure touch.

“Have you been waiting here for the past two hours?” Alice asked him, shocked and he smiled, tilting his head.

He walked around her and stopped behind her, whispering in her ear.

“That’s a cruel thing to ask.” He said. “I had no plans of coming here today, but I did for your sake. Where was I supposed to be if not the meeting point you designated?”

Alice pushed his masked face away.

“I get it. Stop acting so creepy. You’re making me cringe.” She said and sighed.

He could’ve at least waited someplace else. She looked around. There were so many harlots waiting to jump on any man that came near the place.

Wait, this was off. Why wasn’t there anyone around him when she got there? He was a tall and sturdy guy, his body was pleasing to the eyes even with his appearance hidden, so where were the ladies? Did he threaten them or something?

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“Alice,” Micheal called. “There’s a foul smell on you.”

Alice looked at her legs. There were a few splashes of blood but they weren’t enough to mask her natural scent.

“How foul?” She asked, turning around to face him.

“You reek of the stench of death!” He said and her eyes widened. What… He just said she reeked of death, so why did she feel his words to her core?

She was confused and her heart… She felt it pulsate once more, reaching every part of her body, her entire existence.

“Come,” Micheal grabbed her hand. “Let’s go in.”

Alice followed, pursing her lips.

Something didn’t feel right for some reason. But… She couldn’t even figure out what it was.

They were given a room and once they were inside, Alice took off her mask, panting heavily.

She grabbed her head, hearing ringing that robbed her of her reasoning.

“Why do I… Smell of death?” Alice asked and looked up at Micheal.

He had no words to say. He simply stared at her. Of course, he wouldn’t know. He wasn’t there when she did what she did.

All she did was kill the bad people in the auction house, riding the world of the likes of them.

Was there anything wrong with that?

“Alice,” Micheal called, walking towards her. He softly grazed her face with his gloved hand and stopped underneath her chin.

He lifted her gaze to look into her eyes clearly.

“How many people did you kill?” He asked her, and it was a question she could not answer.

“A lot.” She answered. “But they were a lot of bad people.”

“Bad or not, so long as you stain your hands with blood, that foul stench will rub off on you.” He said but she slapped his hand away.

“Then, was I to let them leave, only to commit the same atrocities another day?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed. “Micheal, those who do bad should always be prepared to meet a bad end.”

“But it doesn’t have to be by your hands.” Micheal said.

“Then whose hands? Yours?” She flared at him but he did not respond.

“Alice,” he once again grazed her face but she turned away, refusing his touch. “Do you know why heroes don’t kill and instead leave criminals to the law?”

“Because they value human lives equally and don’t believe they have the right to take a life, since they can never give one.” Alice answered.

It was a textbook answer but that was what many people believe.

“Yes, that is true but… I believe they do not kill to avoid the foul stench of death lingering around them. If they do, then they will be no different from the villains they kill because who decided if they were wrong or right? Who decided if they needed to die or live to atone?”

“Those people were unforgivable!” Alice yelled, her face contorting in anger. “They were trading things that could lead to the downfall of the world. They were trading slaves.” She stared at their trembling hands. “They were… Tainted and could no longer be fixed.” She thought of Vector. “They had to die!”

Micheal did not argue. He went silent and instead of telling her her actions were completely wrong, he hugged her, pressing her head against his chest.

He could feel her heartbeat with this close contact and it was unsteady.

Alice grabbed his coat, clenching her teeth and shutting her eyes tight. Was he trying to comfort her now?

“Whether they deserved to die or not, that is none of my concern.” He said and she opened her eyes. What was that? “I don’t care about their lives. They can die for all I care.” He said. “But… What I care about is you. I hate that the stench of death follows you around. So, please, Alice, if you have someone you want to kill, call me and I will end their lives on your behalf.”

“What?” She raised her head but he pressed it back of his chest. “Hey, what are you talking about?”

“You may not know it but I also have the foul stench of death lingering around me. And that is why a lot of people perceive me to be a threat. They take me for a villain.” He explained. “Once the stench of death lingers around you, the way people look at you will change.”

“Are you trying to say I won’t have that pure vibe anymore?” She asked him and he nodded.

“You’ll look sinister, even if you smile. So, Alice, no more killing. At least, not your fellow humans.” He brushed her hair softly. “They’ll only taint you.”

Ah, so was that why he had this mysterious and sinister vibe around him? It always made it seem like he was plotting stuff.

Was it because of the stench of death lingering on his shoulder? How many people had he killed and who did he kill?

She had a lot of questions but she could not find any answer since she felt she had no right to ask for the reason why he killed.

It must’ve had something to do with his past.

She thought.

Alice could slightly grasp his concern for her but she couldn’t follow fully, especially the way he spoke. His words… They sounded as though he wasn’t human?

Was she overthinking it? It could just be his strange way of speaking but still… This wasn’t the first time she had noticed it.

“Alice, what is your response?” Micheal asked. “Will you let me be the sword that kills anyone on your behalf? Even if it is to kill a thousand, I will do it without blinking an eye.”

“Wait, Micheal, hold on. I don’t think I can ask you to do that.” Alice said, getting out of his arms. “Firstly, you’re my friend.”

“Is something wrong with that?” He asked with a stale tone of disappointment. “You and that female friend of yours both went for the kill this afternoon, did you not?” As soon as she heard that, Alice’s eyebrows furrowed.

“How did you know that?” She asked, her eyes filled with suspicion but he answered calmly.

“I got word from the agency that they were looking into a terrorist attack that happened in three locations. And there was the report of kids suddenly appearing out of nowhere in front of a hospital.” He said. “It wasn’t hard to guess that you were involved.”

Alice folded her arms.

“That could’ve been anyone.” She said. “Besides, it could’ve been me alone, so why did you assume I went there with my friend?”

Micheal couldn’t exactly lie his way out of this since Alice was able to tell if someone was lying.

“I watched you.” He said and she shut her eyes.

She couldn’t say she did not suspect that.

She sighed.

“In any case, can’t I be the sword that kills for you?” Micheal asked, stepping closer. “I want to be the knife that cuts through the throat of your enemies, the hand that breaks their neck and plucks out their heart. Please,” he held her hand and pushed up his mask. “Let me do this for you. This is all I can be good for when it comes to one’s usefulness, and I…” He kissed the back of her palm softly. “Want to be very useful to you.”