True Immortal Heart-Chapter 34: Guiding the Future

For a long moment, silence engulfed everyone inside the vehicle. Dusk’s tempting words had clearly struck a chord with them.

Could this really be the path to immortality? Of course, Dusk was just painting dreams. He himself had no idea how to truly attain eternal life—he was merely pushing forward, unsure of the destination.

Yet the ancient entities he had encountered had revealed to him something... fascinating. A method to preserve life for over 800 million years—if that was real, then perhaps the path to immortality truly existed.

The one most tempted by this promise wasn’t anyone else but Silas. Age had taken its toll on him; his strength had waned significantly. For someone like him, just being free of illness would be a blessing.

And now, a chance to regain health and live forever was dangling right in front of him. He simply couldn’t turn it down.

"Boss, what do you think?" Silas asked, though a glimmer of hope laced his voice.

Viper couldn’t make a decision lightly. She bore the weight of her entire gang. A single misstep, and they’d all be doomed.

After a moment, she let out a deep sigh. Her gaze sharpened, filled with newfound resolve. She had made up her mind.

Dusk smiled, brimming with confidence as he waited for her reply. He refused to believe she hadn’t been swayed.

"Fine. I agree with your proposal," she said. "But first, we must select only the most worthy individuals. The others can wait. This endeavor won’t be easy."

Though she had decided, Viper wasn’t as free to act recklessly as Dusk was. She had too many chains binding her. Unlike him, she had much to lose.

Suddenly, something seemed to cross her mind, and her expression shifted—confused, even conflicted.

How is any of this the behavior of a good person?

"Why did you suggest this to me?" she questioned, her voice colder. "If we go through with it, countless innocent people will die. Didn’t you say you were a good person?"

Her piercing questions landed squarely on Dusk, and soon the others in the vehicle began to look his way, curiosity and doubt reflected in their eyes.

But Dusk showed no fear. Over time, he had prepared countless lies and half-truths to answer questions exactly like this.

"Are you all brain-dead? Have you forgotten about the demons? They’ll be appearing soon, and when they do, countless people will die. I want you all to become strong—fast—so you can help me save humanity."

"Telling us to kill more people to save more people—this is fucking genius," Viper snapped, swearing under her breath.

But Dusk remained utterly shameless. He grinned as if she had just praised him.

"Flattered. Truly flattered. Took you this long to realize I’m a genius?"

Without hesitation, Viper grabbed him by the hair and began beating him senseless.

"Genius, huh? Genius, my ass! I’ll beat the genius out of you!"

She cursed with every blow, her fists landing with practiced ease. Dusk flailed in confusion.

What did he say wrong? Isn’t it right to kill the few to save the many?

"Stop! Just stop! What exactly did I do wrong, huh? If you can’t explain it, then stop hitting me already!"

The others in the vehicle watched with conflicted expressions. What Dusk proposed was cruel, yes—but it also made a twisted kind of sense. Could his method really save more lives?

"You’re wrong because you don’t even know who you’re talking to." Viper’s voice dropped low and serious. "Let me make it crystal clear—this is the last time I’ll say it: we’re mafia, not a damn charity. What makes you think I’d send my people to risk their necks for free?"

"Alright, alright, I get it," Dusk muttered, rubbing his bruised face in frustration. "But could you not throw hands every time we disagree?"

’Damn it, I’m offering a mutually beneficial deal and still getting my ass kicked. What kind of rotten luck did I have to end up with allies like this?’

"Then spit it out. Got anything worthwhile to say? If not, I’ll beat you again."

Dusk asking her to be a good person clearly struck a nerve. It felt like a direct insult to her profession—as if he were mocking her identity. That was unforgivable.

"I know you’re mafia," Dusk said with a sigh. "That’s why I never asked you to help for free."

At that, her mind shifted gears. Her eyes gleamed. The wheels in her head began turning at full speed.

An idea—a profitable one—had just taken root.

"Ah, I see now," Viper said, smirking. "You’re telling us to start a rescue service, huh? So... How much should we charge per life saved?"

"What the hell—are you insane? Can you just let me finish talking first?!"

SMACK!

A crisp palm slap landed square on Dusk’s cheek, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"Who are you calling insane? Got no manners? Need me to teach you how to speak properly?"

’Unbelievable. Absolutely freaking unbelievable. Just because I’m weaker right now and have no power to fight back, she thinks she can walk all over me? Such a good ally cannot be abandoned, but we must definitely think of a way to avoid her as far as possible.’

"Don’t hit me! Just listen. Killing demons drops demon hearts—they’re valuable! So you don’t need to charge for rescues. Besides, doing this will boost your reputation like crazy. It’ll be way easier to attract investors and clients if you open a legit company later."

"That’s it?" Viper raised an eyebrow. "If that’s all, then I’m still charging."

She didn’t look convinced. The benefits Dusk mentioned were decent—but not enticing enough.

"Of course that’s not all," Dusk quickly added. "If you play this right, you could even step into politics someday. With the kind of public image you’d have, opportunities would flood in. Don’t be short-sighted over a bit of petty cash. The more humanity depends on you, the more control you’ll have over regions and resources."

Only when Viper finally nodded did Dusk breathe a sigh of relief.

Damn it, life’s been hell lately.

In his previous life, everything had gone his way. He never had to bow his head to anyone. But now, barely a few days after reincarnating, he was already hiding like a rat—and worse, stuck in the hands of a devil woman.

"So, we’re starting the plan now?" Dusk asked.

Viper raised her hand, and instinctively, he flinched and threw his arms up in defense.

She stared at him, then withdrew her hand.

"Are you scared of me?"

"Not scared," Dusk muttered, rubbing his arm. "You’ve just hit me so many times my body reacts on its own now."

"Tch, whatever. Enough nonsense. You said something about a plan—what plan? All we’ve done so far is agree on a general direction. Go back to the base. You and I are going to keep working on this until we have a solid, detailed plan."

’Damn it... It looks like I won’t be going anywhere for a while.’

Dusk cursed internally, but outwardly, he nodded with the patience of a monk.

"Alright."