"Shall we get rid of him, Madam Su?" The guards saluted in response before asking with their utmost respect.
A couple of seconds later, a sigh resounded. "Leave him be. He's still serving as a good reminder for everyone. And thanks to him, the generation of negativity has been the lowest in the Imperial Capital for the past few years."
"He now has more use than when he was an Imperial Meister." The carriage continued to proceed after that as Su Daiyu's voice resounded. "Also, prevent anyone from giving him food in the future. It'll be good if he dies of starvation in the next couple of days. His Highness, the Third Prince, is visiting our manor next week. This place has to be clean by then."
"Yes, Madam Su!" All the guards bowed in response as the carriage vanished from their view. They then gazed at Su Zixin—Krune—with contempt. "Why the hell are you still alive? Do a favor for us and just die, evil scum!"
"Ha…haha…hahaha…!" Suddenly, Krune began to laugh, unable to breathe as he had choked on the fruit he was eating, only now realizing that the fruit had been tampered with. In it was something that worsened his condition, suddenly spiting the rash he was feeling.
Itch!
Intense itch, the likes of which he hadn't ever experienced before, caused his hands to suddenly scratch all over his body, with power that he didn't know he had. And soon after, his weak skin began to peel off.
As he hadn't even had a bath for god knows how long, his hygiene was as low as it could get. His infection flared up as he suffocated, lying on the roar, face down, tears streaming out of his eyes.
The memories, emotions, and everything Su Zixin had bottled up within him for all these years flared up as his eyes turned bloodshot, the nerves in the straining up as they reddened. A couple of seconds later, blood flowed out of them, drying up immediately as all signs of life in them vanished.
"He…died? Just…like that?" The guards looked at the scene in shock before a couple of them hurried along the road, intending to inform Su Daiyu of the news.
Another guard rushed into the Su Family Manor, informing the head attendant of the information.
Soon, the carriage returned as Su Daiyu exited it. A cool lady with a bob cut, wearing a cheongsam, sporting vibrant brown hair and a pair of eyes that seemed honest and virtuous at first glance but had a hidden, shrewd nature.
Worn on her left hand was an armguard, one that emanated a mysterious power. It was the Imperial Arms, Moon Flower.
She stared at the corpse of her father, her expression cold, her lips pursed, her posture static. After a dozen seconds passed in such a manner, she uttered a command before leaving, "Clean up the place."
"Don't forget to burn the trash."
…
"Hah…" Krune opened his eyes, noticing an unfamiliar ceiling above him, immediately observing a leaking roof.
There were obvious holes in the ceiling that had been haphazardly patched up. He slowly got up, noticing that his body was clean, no longer having any burning sensation or pain, recalling the final expression he had as he thought, 'So, I died once.'
What he was currently experiencing was no different from reincarnation. He would be entering the bodies of a lot of people, constantly, until he solved the source of the suffering in the place.
Either he solved it, or he lost his mind in the process, thanks to the memories, feelings, and experiences of countless reincarnations pouring into his mind.
Even now, his fingers shuddered as anger and a vast sense of helplessness pervaded his being. 'The memories of Su Zixin are still in me. I have to process them and understand just what the heck had happened.'
"Grandpa woke up!" Suddenly, a chirpy voice resounded as a figure dashed towards the bed.
Upon hearing the voice, Krune grunted as another stream of memories flowed into his mind, causing him to fall unconscious immediately.
"Grandpa! GRANDPA!"
All he heard were the worried sounds of someone before he lost consciousness.
…
A chill wind blew through the night, raising a lot of sounds when it passed through the holes in the house. A gust of wind flew towards an old man that had been sleeping, gently brushing past his skin, causing him to wake up with a shudder.
"What…happened?" Krune was alarmed, trembling from the cold as he looked around, failing to see anything in the darkness. He then processed all the memories that flowed into him, understanding just who he was now.
Wang Hu, an old man in his early seventies. His children had died from the attacks of beasts while defending their village, leaving behind only him and his grandson as the sole survivors. His grandson was only eight years old but had matured beyond his age due to hardships.
Wang Hu had one goal, and that was to admit his son, Wang Hao, into the Iron Peach County's academy. This was the sole academy in their county, a medium-sized county in the Daxia Empire.
Anyone that got into it would eventually become an elite of the society, taking on a governmental position. As an uneducated man, this was his only hope of saving his family.
After all, Wang Hao would be left alone the moment he died from illness or old age. So, to provide a better life for him, Wang Hu had been pushing himself to work and save up as much money as possible.
Getting into the County Academy was hard, even more so for people from their backgrounds. So, he had been using the spare money to obtain books and anything that would allow Wang Hao to learn.
Initially, it was going pretty well. Unfortunately, a group of bandits attacked their village to rob them. And, in the scuffle, all his savings had been robbed while he also suffered severe injuries that pushed him into a coma.
It had been a month since then as he gradually healed himself enough to at least move around a little. However, it wasn't enough to procure anything for them to eat. Wang Hao had been managing somehow, despite his young age.
But, it was apparent that the pressure and stress was beyond someone as young as him could handle.
Now that Wang Hu—Krune—woke up, the sounds from his rustling clothes caused Wang Hao to wake up immediately.
"Grandpa! Don't leave me!" Wang Hao held his hands, able to accurately find his position in the dark due to habit as he shed tears, bawling out. "Grandpa! I was scared that you wouldn't wake up like dad and mom!"
"Hao'er, you'll be fine. Grandpa won't die so easily," Krune said, gently patting the back of the boy's head as he sighed. Slowly, his sight grew sharp.
"Shall we get rid of him, Madam Su?" The guards saluted in response before asking with their utmost respect.
A couple of seconds later, a sigh resounded. "Leave him be. He's still serving as a good reminder for everyone. And thanks to him, the generation of negativity has been the lowest in the Imperial Capital for the past few years."
"He now has more use than when he was an Imperial Meister." The carriage continued to proceed after that as Su Daiyu's voice resounded. "Also, prevent anyone from giving him food in the future. It'll be good if he dies of starvation in the next couple of days. His Highness, the Third Prince, is visiting our manor next week. This place has to be clean by then."
"Yes, Madam Su!" All the guards bowed in response as the carriage vanished from their view. They then gazed at Su Zixin—Krune—with contempt. "Why the hell are you still alive? Do a favor for us and just die, evil scum!"
"Ha…haha…hahaha…!" Suddenly, Krune began to laugh, unable to breathe as he had choked on the fruit he was eating, only now realizing that the fruit had been tampered with. In it was something that worsened his condition, suddenly spiting the rash he was feeling.
Itch!
Intense itch, the likes of which he hadn't ever experienced before, caused his hands to suddenly scratch all over his body, with power that he didn't know he had. And soon after, his weak skin began to peel off.
As he hadn't even had a bath for god knows how long, his hygiene was as low as it could get. His infection flared up as he suffocated, lying on the roar, face down, tears streaming out of his eyes.
The memories, emotions, and everything Su Zixin had bottled up within him for all these years flared up as his eyes turned bloodshot, the nerves in the straining up as they reddened. A couple of seconds later, blood flowed out of them, drying up immediately as all signs of life in them vanished.
"He…died? Just…like that?" The guards looked at the scene in shock before a couple of them hurried along the road, intending to inform Su Daiyu of the news.
Another guard rushed into the Su Family Manor, informing the head attendant of the information.
Soon, the carriage returned as Su Daiyu exited it. A cool lady with a bob cut, wearing a cheongsam, sporting vibrant brown hair and a pair of eyes that seemed honest and virtuous at first glance but had a hidden, shrewd nature.
Worn on her left hand was an armguard, one that emanated a mysterious power. It was the Imperial Arms, Moon Flower.
She stared at the corpse of her father, her expression cold, her lips pursed, her posture static. After a dozen seconds passed in such a manner, she uttered a command before leaving, "Clean up the place."
"Don't forget to burn the trash."
…
"Hah…" Krune opened his eyes, noticing an unfamiliar ceiling above him, immediately observing a leaking roof.
There were obvious holes in the ceiling that had been haphazardly patched up. He slowly got up, noticing that his body was clean, no longer having any burning sensation or pain, recalling the final expression he had as he thought, 'So, I died once.'
What he was currently experiencing was no different from reincarnation. He would be entering the bodies of a lot of people, constantly, until he solved the source of the suffering in the place.
Either he solved it, or he lost his mind in the process, thanks to the memories, feelings, and experiences of countless reincarnations pouring into his mind.
Even now, his fingers shuddered as anger and a vast sense of helplessness pervaded his being. 'The memories of Su Zixin are still in me. I have to process them and understand just what the heck had happened.'
"Grandpa woke up!" Suddenly, a chirpy voice resounded as a figure dashed towards the bed.
Upon hearing the voice, Krune grunted as another stream of memories flowed into his mind, causing him to fall unconscious immediately.
"Grandpa! GRANDPA!"
All he heard were the worried sounds of someone before he lost consciousness.
…
A chill wind blew through the night, raising a lot of sounds when it passed through the holes in the house. A gust of wind flew towards an old man that had been sleeping, gently brushing past his skin, causing him to wake up with a shudder.
"What…happened?" Krune was alarmed, trembling from the cold as he looked around, failing to see anything in the darkness. He then processed all the memories that flowed into him, understanding just who he was now.
Wang Hu, an old man in his early seventies. His children had died from the attacks of beasts while defending their village, leaving behind only him and his grandson as the sole survivors. His grandson was only eight years old but had matured beyond his age due to hardships.
Wang Hu had one goal, and that was to admit his son, Wang Hao, into the Iron Peach County's academy. This was the sole academy in their county, a medium-sized county in the Daxia Empire.
Anyone that got into it would eventually become an elite of the society, taking on a governmental position. As an uneducated man, this was his only hope of saving his family.
After all, Wang Hao would be left alone the moment he died from illness or old age. So, to provide a better life for him, Wang Hu had been pushing himself to work and save up as much money as possible.
Getting into the County Academy was hard, even more so for people from their backgrounds. So, he had been using the spare money to obtain books and anything that would allow Wang Hao to learn.
Initially, it was going pretty well. Unfortunately, a group of bandits attacked their village to rob them. And, in the scuffle, all his savings had been robbed while he also suffered severe injuries that pushed him into a coma.
It had been a month since then as he gradually healed himself enough to at least move around a little. However, it wasn't enough to procure anything for them to eat. Wang Hao had been managing somehow, despite his young age.
But, it was apparent that the pressure and stress was beyond someone as young as him could handle.
Now that Wang Hu—Krune—woke up, the sounds from his rustling clothes caused Wang Hao to wake up immediately.
"Grandpa! Don't leave me!" Wang Hao held his hands, able to accurately find his position in the dark due to habit as he shed tears, bawling out. "Grandpa! I was scared that you wouldn't wake up like dad and mom!"
"Hao'er, you'll be fine. Grandpa won't die so easily," Krune said, gently patting the back of the boy's head as he sighed. Slowly, his sight grew sharp.
