I Got A Title: Lord Of The Time!-Chapter 68: Past — 2

"Charles, stop! You might kill him right now! And you remember what happened to the guy who killed that boy here!" the girl tried to pull the teen away, but he just brushed her off and looked at her.

"Ari... Enough," his eyes were filled with a desire to kill. He calmly turned to Lin and continued beating him, saying:

"Lin... Oh, Lin... Weren’t you taught never to raise a hand against a girl?"

Lin didn’t answer; his nose was completely broken, and his eyes were bleeding. He began coughing up blood heavily until he looked at Charles and barely responded:

"M... M-makes no difference to me — girl or boy. As long as you’re hurting me..." he lifted his head and finished: "I’ll kill you..."

Bang!

Charles kicked hard with his right foot, hitting Lin directly in the head, causing him to black out for a while.

Charles scoffed coldly and turned away, walking off.

"Be careful in the next fight... Or I might just kill you."

Lin, completely unconscious, didn’t hear those words.

...

Did I really deserve this?

I know I’ve committed heavy sins that are unforgivable in a normal society. But what else could I have done?

This place... It forces you to become like this.

It forces an ordinary and pure child to turn into a truly emotionless killing machine, who would murder anyone — even the closest person — for a sliver of freedom.

Zan killed John, and I killed her.

I felt regret for what I’d done.

I truly didn’t want to kill her, but my emotions acted out the scene faster than I could...

And I paid the price.

With my body and my loneliness.

I believed that Zan was beautiful, smart, a wonderful girl who would’ve had a great future if she hadn’t ended up here... I even had certain feelings for her — the kind adults feel when they want to spend their entire life with someone...

They called it love.

I loved Zan.

Deep inside, I wanted to be with her for life.

But who could’ve known that the girl I saw as divine — Zan — would turn out to be two-faced, selfish, and hypocritical... Even if we were only ten years old.

In just this month that I’ve spent here, I’ve matured more internally than most people do in half a lifetime.

But that’s no blessing.

It’s pain.

It would’ve been better if I had remained as innocent as before.

But that’s impossible.

Just like now.

I’ve become a pitiful person, unable to stand up for what I did, because I myself don’t want to admit it.

I don’t want to admit that I personally killed... Zan.

But it limits me.

I have to finally open the doors to the real world and look at it directly, like a mother at a finished meal, like a father at a new TV, or like friends at a new toy.

If I stay here, I’ll die.

I’ll be killed.

I need to start understanding that the world isn’t a colorful place full of kind people and animals. The world is a slaughterhouse — like this place. Everyone must follow their heart and do what they believe is right. This place won’t serve you anything on a platter, you must become the chef who cooks your own internal meal.

Only by knowing this can you understand there’s no point in regretting the actions you’ve taken.

You just have to accept them and strive toward something greater — to never make such mistakes again.

So is there any point in regretting Zan’s death?

No.

But I’ll continue to regret it. The important thing is that this feeling doesn’t turn into self-blame...

The important thing is to remember that I decide my own life.

And I’ll do what I think is right.

...

Lin slowly opened his swollen eyes, but instead of an innocent and repentant look, his gaze showed coldness and a certain relief.

"The feeling is completely different," he smiled, until he heard the most hated voice:

"Fights begin! Everyone out! Anyone who starts drama again will become a "Target". And you know what that means."

Everyone in the underground room silently cursed this man, but still obediently followed all the orders he gave.

A large group of people exited the underground room and walked through white corridors. Every ten meters along the way, armed guards with firearms stood watch, ready to kill anyone who seemed suspicious.

Naturally, because of them, none of the children or teens showed any signs of rebellion. They walked through the corridors calmly, like programmed robots, until they reached a room.

Once they entered, a large white room opened before them, filled with various melee weapons, but no firearms.

"You know the rules. In thirty minutes, the gates will open and the fights will begin," the man said, then slowly left and disappeared from view.

Zon scoffed coldly and picked up a large axe.

Jason, still in a foul mood, took a spear.

Unir, who saw no purpose in existing, picked up nothing and just waited for the moment he would finally die.

Charles and Ari took swords.

Lin looked over the weapons and chose a dagger.

For thirty minutes, everyone trained while waiting for the hated doors to the arena to open.

One by one, they stepped out and found themselves in a massive circular sandy arena, above which sat countless wealthy people in masks, watching the coming bloodshed.

"Welcome back, everyone, it’s me, Ilan!"

A tall, fair-haired man stepped out and began explaining the rules of the upcoming battle.

After a few minutes, as many children and teens scattered across the arena, the long-awaited battle began!

"The battle begins!" Ilan shouted.

Dozens of people inside the arena immediately started moving. Most ran in different directions, avoiding conflict, but there were those who chased after others, hungry for blood!

Unir became a victim of such people.

He didn’t even resist when several attackers approached and began slashing him with all kinds of weapons.

He looked at them blankly and quietly spoke through his bloodied mouth:

"Life is meaningless. There’s no point in living. I acted because I wanted to keep living in this meaningless world... Now, I regret it. Kill me, let death lead me to true birth..."

"Damn psycho!"

"Failed philosopher!"

"Just die already!"

Unir died with a smile, but a few tears still slipped out.

Deep down, he wanted to live.

He wanted to live more than anyone else.

But he simply couldn’t reach it.

...

Meanwhile, Charles stood across from Lin and pointed his sword at him.

"Well, Lin, your death has come."

Lin smiled, then burst into mad laughter!

"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!" he looked at Charles!

"Charles! I should thank you... I’m ready! I’m ready to fight! This battle... It will decide everything!"

Charles scoffed coldly and charged at Lin!

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