The God of Jesters
Chapter 189 - 3.13.5 Farhad’s anger.

Chapter 189: 3.13.5 Farhad’s anger.

"Did someone tell you that you talk a lot?"

"Well in fact, I do spe..." with a slew of sounds, Owl backed off from the attack, looking at Remira with some surprise. "Found me?" He wondered. A total of three Talismans drawn in his hand burst into a white blaze.

"Three deaths?" He looked toward her, or what he thought was her.

That was definitely not Remira. She seemed to have ascertained that even if she had the advantage of strength, she still wasn’t able to keep up with Owl’s speed, nor able to handle his illusive body which was actually jumping in points while leaving a mirage in its wake.

But with enough experience, she was able to find the truth, and knowing that she was limited by her speed, she unlocked a bit of her blood, causing mild changes in her body.

"Miss Drischal, do you know how much effort it took to make these three talismans?... why do you keep doing this? Burning my precious creations?"

"Die you bastard." Like an animal, she lunged at him, with Owl barely keeping his head intact.

He would make quips and jokes from time to time, barely surviving her attacks.

But when he saw that he couldn’t handle it anymore. There was only one thing he could do. "I would appreciate it if Miss Drischal give some more thought to our small conversation."

"Running away like a coward just like your master?" Her muscles bulged with strength. Although she was partially transformed, with most of the mutations appearing on her leg, she still appeared a head taller with wilder hair than before.

One would even wonder who was the demon in this scene.

"Yes, I don’t want to die, neither should you. And believe me when I say this..."At this point the face of Owl changed once again, turning deader and emotionless like before, while his makeup faded into the air. " I have repeated myself enough. Please have a good night Miss Remira." The insanity and madness he showed disappeared, along with his figure which burst into multiple crows flying in multiple directions.

And if Remira was focused and wanted to find his true self among the crows, she could have. But Farhad was her priority, he was her responsibility.

And with no one holding her back, she rushed in Farhad’s direction.

******

"How was it owl? Couldn’t handle her alone, could you?"

On a giant tree, there were multiple hooded figures sitting, looking at the happenings in the forest from a distance using their own means.

So when Owl arrived, there were already some of his men who held a mocking gaze toward him.

"Scart, I did what the master asked, no more. But what about you, still sitting and letting our precious Saint be kidnapped by a bunch of ruffians?"

Scart was a tall man, much taller than Owl and hence he stood out in the group. Owl’s second in command and in a way, a kind of Rival for the attention of their master. Scrat loved only one thing and one thing alone.

Watching Owl fail, will give him a chance to look better in the eyes of his grace. And maybe, just maybe, his grace might give him a great dream.

Like the one he was given all those years ago?

"Why bother? I knew you were going to fail, Master." Scrat said, before turning to another companion of his named Mini.

An exorcist who had the ability to tame animals, just like their master. Making many among the group somewhat envious of her abilities.

But they were not greedy nor blind enough to harm their companions for power. They understood that to gain something you have to lose something precious to you.

One person can’t have it all, just like their master who was incapable of interacting with the real world, but in return, he gained so much more.

"Mini, feed us images. Let Owl see his failure."

As small talks of Mini’s hair floated and fell into the hands of Owl, Scrat, and others.

The images that came in their head were somewhat unexpected.

Causing Owls as well as everyone else to smile. "He grew."

Forgetting their rivalry and their struggles. Because in front of them was the very thing they were aiming for.

******

"A rat, you were his rat. I was his rat. A killer rat, a gladiator, a murderer."

"No... not possible." Farhad was horrified at the revelation, over the scene he witnessed in front of him.

Although disjointed and barely incomprehensible. All the things he saw in this dream, all of what he experienced. All of them felt the truth to him.

"Think about it, why is he obsessed with you? You know the answer, because I know it and I am you."

"Not possible, I am a human, not a rat... reincarnation, it doesn’t exist. Good go to heaven and bad go to hell."

"You know it in your heart, your body, your very own soul. The very truth you had been hiding from."

"Accept it. Accept your true nature and prosper. Gain the strength to fight back that monster."

"He ruined our previous life, he destroyed it. Made us kill for a couple of peanuts."

"You have to wake up and face the facts. Who you are and what you are."

"No..."

"DON’T be a FOOL here... Those outside will kill you, take our soul away and destroy us. WE won’t be Able to save OUR SISTER!!"

"...."

"Wha.. what do I have to do?"

"Why are you asking this of yourself? You already know what to do. How to stop those bastards from harming our body."

*****

"Hmm, he seems to be moving again, cleave his muscles completely. Rip out his hands if possible."

"What about duplicates? If he regenerates his arm, we would have to bring both of those things."

"Whatever these people want, its probably had to do with his regeneration... just throw it to the wolves. Remember what happened to Kareem’s team, I would prefer to not face the same fate."

"As you say, boss."

The young man said while picking up his machete. "Hold his hands, see that they don’t fold." He said to his companion, readying his weapon while Ashaan and others kept an eye on him.

But before his machete could drop down, all the injuries of Farhad’s body lit up with fire. Pushing the machete wilder back, his companion screamed while his hands caught fire.

"What?" Ashaan was surprised, but not blinded by it one bit. Taking the revolver, he shot at Farhad multiple times. His head, body, and feet. Causing the twitching movements on Farhad’s body to calm down.

But it was not over yet. "Boss, these flames... they are not going out." The flames changed from orange to black, but the injuries on his men’s hand were not showing any signs of burn, instead, there was only rot.

"What is happening?" he cried as the flames started to crawl towards his body. Spreading Panic among Ashaan’s men. But Being the leader, he understood what he had to do.

Without asking for any consent or even warning, Ashaan snatched the machete that had fallen to the ground and then slashed at his men’s burning hands, chopping them off in two tight swings before kicking them toward Farhad almost instinctively, in fear of it spreading further.

"Fuck... Ashaan!" The pain caused the man to lose focus, calling his boss by the name. But Ashaan didn’t bother with it. "Patch him up." He ordered before looking toward Farhad, whose body started to twitch again.

"What kind of thing is this?" He focused on the burning hands not too far off from Farhad, and to his horror, he noticed how they had started to fuse with Farhad, accelerating the Regeneration.

"Fuck." he thought to himself before he ordered his men to shoot.

As for his bullets attracting attention?

He had long abandoned that thought, he did that when he shot Farhad before, as for now. He has to keep him in check.

"Boss, his wounds are healing faster and faster."

"I know... I can see it."

"What should we do?"

"I will chop him into pieces, let’s see if he can still regenerate. So cover me." With those words, Ashaan dashed toward Farhad, with his machete ready to turn Farhad into a million pieces.

But before he could drop it down, with an explosion, Farhad used his hand to shield his head from the attack, while dashing back a bit.

"You bastards. " He said, barely audible due to all the holes in his throat.

"Shoot, don’t let him recover."

Ashaan threw the Machete away and armed himself with two knives. Each carries a hint of evilness.

But none of that mattered to the current Farhad, it was either kill or be killed. And he was not someone to die easily.

He has survived Durum, he had survived that dream, he had killed countless humans as a rat.

So what about these little shits?

"I will love killing you."