Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

But Kazan could tell that her smile was forced.

But what happened next?

I later heard that she had died.

The guy from the family impatiently informed him of this matter.

After hastily announcing that his sister's compensation payment had been offset against Kazan's debt, he left with a disdainful expression.

No matter how much Kazan begged to see his sister one last time, it was no use.

The dregs of the lower nest could never reach the upper nest—he didn't even have the chance to collect his sister's body.

How did my sister die?

What kind of treatment did she receive when she died?

He didn't want to think about it, and he dared not think about it—it was all too cruel, and Kazan couldn't bear to think about it anymore!

Sevier was never wrong.

Having lived on this planet his entire life, Sevita knew all too well just how hopeless Nostramo was.

There's really no one on Nostramore; they're all the worst of the worst!

As for Kazan, he became numb under the immense and tragic impact.

These past few months have felt so long; he can't even find someone to stay with him through it all.

A few days later, he finally understood everything.

He no longer wanted to let others dictate his destiny!

He wants to be the villain!

He wanted to be as ruthless as the thugs and assassins of those families, to show them his fangs, and then to trample on others!

He wants to climb to the top step by step!

So, Kazan gathered a bunch of cronies (to be precise, there were only three of them including him) and formed the super gang that would one day be known throughout the world—the Sawtooth Gang!

He believes that all the spirits of his loved ones in heaven will protect and bless him.

This allowed him to fight his way out of the cannibalistic Nostramo and become an immortal legend.

Unfortunately, his first attempt at extortion resulted in him encountering a midnight ghost.

The sawtooth gang died.

Kazan has never had that kind of talent.

But it seems that fate gave him one last chance, allowing him to escape all of this and never again be controlled by his damned family.

That's right, it's about escaping all of this.

Kazan looked at the warm, fine gold coin in his hand.

This gold coin seems to be thicker and heavier than the ones I've issued.

As long as he is alive, given the rarity of adamantite, he can definitely travel to other planets by ship. Not to mention going to a hive, he can certainly live in one of those hives without any problem.

To survive is all hope.

Revenge can wait until later—even though Kazan knew that once he left, he would never come back, he still comforted himself with this thought.

With that in mind, Kazan began to gather his valuables.

Actually, there wasn't much money or valuables.

Apart from the gold coin in his hand, there was nothing worth taking with him.

—Apart from this photo.

Kazan, somewhat dazed, took out the photo that had been hidden deep inside.

Those were photos taken by them in the neighborhood while the Midnight King was still around.

The father, mother, older brother, and younger sister above seemed to be speaking at this moment, advising him.

Go, go now.

Do not seek revenge for them.

Don't seek revenge, just live a good life!

Don't seek revenge; when will this cycle of revenge end?

Don't seek revenge; it's all meaningless and will ultimately amount to nothing.

Kazan saw the spirits of his loved ones urging him to leave and go far away.

Yes

Don't seek revenge.

Kazan's feet began to move uncontrollably toward the passage leading to the upper level.

He didn't want to die; he had to live, because only by living could he fulfill his family's wishes.

Don't seek revenge.

Even if he really wipes out the entire family, another family will come to take their place.

There's no point in doing this. Let's just leave now and go live a better life on another planet!

Kazan gripped the adamantite coin in his hand even tighter.

Don't seek revenge.

click!

"what!"

Kazan unleashed a roar that even he could not have imagined.

Bone-chilling frost condensed at his feet, and a strange, indescribable aura lingered around him.

The coins, originally made of refined gold, were gradually bent into the shape of a "∧" by his power.

He can't.

He can't do it!!!

So what if I die?

The days are mourning, and you and I will all perish!

Kazan suddenly raised his head, ignoring the blood and tears streaming down his chin, and gritted his teeth as he recited each word.

"I want revenge!!!"

Kazan never actually saw the Midnight Ghost.

He didn't know what a midnight ghost was either.

But from this day forward, he will be a midnight ghost.

Chapter 154 Kazan, Be My Son!

The neighborhood where Nostradamo nests.

The lights in the dim alley flickered on and off, casting a faint glow in front of the mountains of garbage.

There are more broken streetlights than working ones here.

As for the reasons for the damage, some were due to years of disrepair, while others were deliberately damaged by locals along with surveillance equipment, who then used the alley as a base for operations.

The garbage and debris that had been quickly swept away after the Midnight King appeared have reappeared on the streets as the number of homeless people increases.

Even though the place was steaming hot and fermenting, emitting an indescribable stench, no one was willing to provide a solution for treatment and cleaning.

Those who are capable don't have the will, and those who have the will don't have the ability.

Unfortunately, everything in Nostramamo seems to have remained stuck in the past, in its miserable state before the Midnight King arrived and no one was in charge.

Dirty, filthy, and filthy.

And that is precisely Kazan's destination.

It was time to reunite with those two midnight wanderers.

Although there is no day and night cycle in Nostramore, the chimes of the towering tower in the center of the Lower Nest district still give this land, filled with deceit and betrayal, a semblance of a sense of time.

He was still clutching the refined gold coin he had shaped into a ∧ in his hand—even he didn't know where he had obtained such power from.

But it seems that Kazan really did bend adamantite with his bare hands in a state of extreme rage.

He later attempted to restore the gold coin.

Even though he used all his strength, it had no effect whatsoever; the hardness of the refined gold far exceeded his expectations.

The Empire's most durable material to date is no joke.

"Perhaps it's the work of midnight spirits? We'll ask them later."

With these questions in mind, Kazan spent his last day in his "home".

Then, they resolutely embarked on their journey to the meeting point.

He felt a little uneasy as he turned the corner.

After all, when you're about to be sentenced to death, you're still a little nervous.

—Until he saw his two other cronies in that dark corner.

"What a coincidence, friends."

Kazan smiled with relief, raised his arms, and stepped forward to give the two a light high five.

The three leaders of the Sawtooth Gang met here for the last time.

Kazan found this situation somewhat reasonable, even though it was unexpected.

Although people don't usually talk about their past, based on some snippets of information Kazan knew and what other neighbors said, it seemed that his two friends' backgrounds weren't much better than his own.

Those who could live in the lower nests were all poor people from Nostradamo.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked being paraded around as a midnight ghost to join the Sawtooth Gang and rob people.

The hatred between their families has brought them together again today.

"Is it necessary for everyone to come?"

"What should we do then? I was just about to talk to you before you left when Midnight Ghost stopped me."

He said one must make choices according to one's own heart, rather than as a sacrifice for others.

"So? This is your choice? To die for no reason, it doesn't sound like you're willing at all."

"I gave my life for all of Nostramo, and after my death, other Nostramo people will take me as an example and sing praises of my great sacrifice."

"Why do I get the feeling that you're afraid of the midnight ghosts' revenge?"

“Every accusation is a self-narration, my friend. You are clearly making judgments based on your own petty mind—”

"They're all here?"

Just as the three were still bickering, the sound of a speedboat engine flying above the rooftops exploded in their ears.

Omega, with his pale skin, sat in the cockpit. The hatch next to him opened, and the other Midnight Ghost, whose skin was noticeably darker, jumped out.

"Brother Midnight Ghost, where are we?"

"We'll talk on the way. Get in the car first."

As he spoke, the other person pointed to the slowly descending, ornate Batmobile, then glanced at the three homeless-looking fellows and frowned.

The smell is a bit strong.

After all, under the oppression of their families and bureaucrats, they couldn't even care about their own lives, let alone personal hygiene.

Seemingly displeased to see the three homeless men stepping into the Batmobile, the dark-skinned Midnight Ghost reached out and pointed at them.

"Tsk, don't move yet."

"Let me go through the fire first."