Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 57
I wasn’t too surprised to gain my powers.
As someone who believes the world revolves around me, the fact that I hadn’t had any great abilities until now was more surprising.
“I’ve gained the qualifications to become the head, but… isn’t it too late?”
I could have lorded it over the nobles who subtly looked down on me, but it’s just unfortunate.
A power that allows me to steal someone else’s abilities, regardless of whether it’s magic or divine power.
It’s such a game-breaking power that maybe my weakness is a penalty.
Why didn’t Uncle Claude ever tell me about this broken ability?
Could it be that he didn’t want me to find out about his involvement in my father’s death?
And besides, the ship my parents were on also belonged to my uncle.
‘My niece, who is more precious than my own life.’
I briefly worried while recalling the smile of my uncle, who doted on me, then shook my head.
It’s a waste of time to worry over something uncertain.
Even if he really did kill my parents, what could I do right now?
Did my parents even love me?
Could it be called love, their contradictory actions of looking at me like they wished I were dead, yet still doing everything they could to keep me alive?
“But this… isn’t this a villain’s ability?”
Shaking off unnecessary thoughts, I muttered quietly.
That said, I wasn’t planning to recklessly kill prisoners in the jail to steal their abilities.
If I made a mistake, I’d be found out as a person with powers and be killed.
To steal Johann and Enrique’s powers would need a power strong enough to defeat them, the strongest among those with abilities.
How could I steal the ability of someone as strong as them?
“I just need to maintain my low rank and deal with the executioners who come to kill me. Same goes for prisoners who cross the line.”
That was my conclusion.
Rather than be killed, I’d kill first. Of course, not with my own hands, but by using someone else.
After gathering enough abilities, I’d leave the prison and take out key figures in the sect and the church, and then I’d eliminate Saint Justina to gain both the powers of purification and nullification.
That way, I’d hold the leash of top-tier powers like Johann and Enrique, then I’d raise Enrique or Johann to the throne of the empire.
Under their protection, I’d live a peaceful life, quietly raising a dog. A simple, but certain happiness, really.
With an ambitious smile, I looked down at the motionless 27.
Since the executioner was a member of the sect, I had at least achieved the goal of dealing with him before returning to the prison.
That aside, the blue centipede venom is terrifying. Who would’ve thought he’d die within a minute of being poisoned?
“My parents fed me this insane stuff as medicine?”
Well, they probably diluted it heavily.
“Even though I only had a little, it’s killing me.”
I spat out the blood rising in my throat as I broke into a cold sweat.
Even with resistance, pain was the same. It just wouldn’t kill me.
Still, shallow for him to have let his guard down like that.
He probably never imagined he’d be killed by someone at the bottom.
I don’t know if he believed me when I said I couldn’t remember, or if he just pretended to believe.
Maybe he was just watching me with a smirk, like a worm writhing.
His ability to control people through illusions doesn’t seem to work on those with stronger powers than him.
That’s why he’s only dealt with lower-ranked prisoners.
For example, he’d cast an illusion on a group, make them wander out into the freezing night, and let them freeze to death.
I’m not sure how strong my ability is, but it’s probably just a bit stronger than or equal to his.
“It does seem useful… but was that platinum blonde man also an illusion?”
The command to jump off the cliff didn’t work, but hearing my mother’s voice before I fell suggests it may have worked a little?
Considering I felt the presence of a demon, it might’ve been real.
Everything seemed ambiguous, like truths hidden in the fog.
“No, it wasn’t.”
While I was lost in thought, a quiet voice came from behind.
I turned my head and saw a platinum blonde man in a wine-colored three-piece suit.
He alternated between looking at me and Number 27’s corpse, smiling with a glint in his eyes.
“Why are you so full of suspicion?”
“Are you the Demon of Sloth who granted me power? I expected to be chosen, but you came too late. Is there no compensation for the delay?”
I spoke very politely.
The man, who seemed to be the demon, shook his head.
“How many times do I have to tell you I’m your god? It’s only humans who divide gods into good and evil. From the perspective of the universe, there are only two principles—light and darkness, extinction and eternity…”
What is he talking about? Anyway, he’s the Demon of Sloth in charge of me, right?
The self-proclaimed god clicked his tongue as he picked up the necklace around 27’s neck.
“Pitiful things.”
