Reincarnated as an Energy with a System - Chapter 1845: Anger

Chapter 1845: Anger

“I was 13,” Larissa said, tears filling her eyes. “13. My mother died years before in an accident, so my father was all I had. I went on a sleepover to my friend’s, and I expected my father to come pick me up the next morning. Instead, two police officers came to take me to the morgue to identify that he was my father.

“I saw his happy smile one day, waving me goodbye. And the next time I saw him was with his lifeless eyes,” she said, choking on her own tears. “Do you understand what that does to a girl? To see your father dead, and that too not from something entirely natural. He was shot. Those bastards shot him, I know it. I can’t prove it, but I know it.”

“They?” Ning asked. “Who?”

“A senator,” Larissa said. “I have no proof, but I know it. My father’s journal was missing, and they couldn’t locate it. He wrote everything in there, and they had come to take that away. Killing him was merely an afterthought to these people.”

Ning couldn’t help but be surprised. Was there a conspiracy happening in this city that he was not aware of?

“Which senator is this?” Ning asked.

“The one from…” Larissa struggled a moment to remember the name. Her pause gave Ning all the time to hear the sound of something else.

He turned around in an instant, looking toward the front of the apartment. Suddenly, something burst through the windows, flying directly toward them.

A bomb.

Ning transformed into a bat, embracing Larissa with all of his body and wings right as the explosion happened. The deafening boom knocked Ning off the couch, throwing him away by brute force, sending him toward the back of the house.

He reached the back of the house after the shockwave had passed, so most of the wall had already crumbled, and he didn’t slam into it when he reached it.

Ning flew out of the back of the apartment and into the back alleys. He unfurled his wings, holding Larissa with his feet before slowly lowering her to the ground.

He quickly checked on her to make sure she was okay. She was perfectly fine, just knocked out from the sudden explosion. He gave her some healing power to heal her ruptured ears, as well as any internal damage she might have taken that didn’t show itself on the outside.

Larissa’s drunkenness vanished to a degree as well, partially from the explosion and partially from Ning’s aid.

Ning turned without a word and flew back into his apartment that burned all around. The TV, the bed, the couch—everything was on fire. Ning looked at the nightstand next to his desk, where Valen’s family portrait lay, slowly starting to catch fire, and found himself growing angry.

The mother and son in those pictures had nothing to do with him. But he had their memories. He remembered her touch. He remembered the young boy’s smiles. He remembered loving them and his world being torn apart when he found them both murdered.

Larissa’s story wasn’t that different from Valen’s, only swapping a father for a wife and son. Except, Larissa had been 13 when her father died. Valen was 30 and a bona fide detective. And still, he could not solve the case. The anger and pain that lay in those failures were not something anyone could understand. No one truly understood why he had become the shadow of a person.

Even Ning couldn’t truly understand it, despite having all of those memories. However, those memories were precious to him currently, and watching the portrait burn made him want to kill something.

Three men ran into the burning building immediately, two half-elves and one zombie.

Ning turned slowly, watching them carry knives and guns.

“I assume you are with the group that destroyed my apartment,” Ning said while he grabbed the picture frame and blew on it to stop the fire. He placed it into his inventory, choosing not to let it burn anymore.

The men snarled, rushing toward Ning without a single spoken word.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to do it,” he said. He stepped over burning debris and arrived next to the first half-elf that had come at him with a knife. The man swung his knife toward Ning with a wildness that Ning couldn’t explain.

Ning balled his palm into a fist and punched the half-elf with all his anger delivered in that one punch.

The crazed half-elf seemed not to care for his own well-being as he stood there and waited for the punch to come.

Ning saw the man’s crazy eyes and delirious look. At the very last moment, the momentum in his fist died, turning into a simple punch. It still slammed into the half-elf’s face, knocking him down onto the ground.

The man would very likely wake up with a concussion and a sore left cheek. That was all the mercy Ning could give him.

Ning looked at the other two men that arrived after him, charging forward despite seeing what had happened to their ally, with no thoughts for their own safety at all.

“Can you guys speak?” Ning asked, dodging the swing from the other half-elf and grabbing the satyr’s hand before it reached him. He swiped the satyr’s legs from under him and slammed him on the back of his neck while he slipped, knocking him out as well.

Ning then grabbed the remaining half-elf and restrained him, looking directly into his eyes. The half-elf was crazed to a point where it looked like all he wanted to do was fight.

“You can’t speak, can you?” he asked, and the half-elf only snarled, trying to get away from his hold to kill him.

“I see,” Ning said, letting the man go. Before the half-elf could do anything, Ning struck him on the chin, knocking him out as well. He understood what was happening with little confusion.

“I thought I would’ve had to do much more to be bait,” he said. “But this works fine as well.”