Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 685 - 687: Alien Clan Stitching, Body of the Primordial Dragon

Chapter 685 -687: Alien Clan Stitching, Body of the Primordial Dragon

Wang Kai stitched together a long string of eyeballs with the tears from the Alien Clan’s tear glands as lubricant, the eyes rolling lifelessly within their membranes like those of an insect.

In his mind, he endured silent screams.

‘Pain~pain pain pain!!!’

Roars and wails like a pollution continually surfaced in Wang Kai’s consciousness.

But Wang Kai couldn’t help smiling, and he wasn’t afraid. On the contrary, he felt extremely exhilarated.

‘When you feasted on my wife, children, and parents, did you ever think about them?’ Not only did Wang Kai feel no guilt, but he also felt a sense of fulfillment from his revenge.

Emptiness? That didn’t exist for him. He intended to sew all of the Alien Clan into weapons to protect the Human Clan. After joining the Primordial Dragon project, he had also participated in literacy classes. He particularly liked a phrase: “Repay kindness with kindness, but meet resentment with justice.”

When the Alien Clan ate humans, they never considered the Human Clan. So why should Wang Kai, being of the Human Clan, consider the tormented Alien Clan now?

Innocent? There was never an innocent member of the Alien Clan. While they sat high in the Court wreaking havoc upon the world, their progeny profited as well. It was merely time to collect their debts.

“Wang Kai, your mental state seems a bit off. Come take your medicine,” an Imperial Guard noticed the smile on Wang Kai’s lips and immediately shouted.

“No need, I’m perfectly normal. Although they are screaming loudly, I find their deaths very satisfying,” Wang Kai said with a slight smile.

“…” The Imperial Guard was speechless, realizing that Wang Kai indeed had psychological issues, given his hallucinations.

The others around him couldn’t help but move away a bit when they heard Wang Kai’s response. He truly seemed mad.

“Stop talking nonsense. If you can hear the thing screaming in pain, you definitely have a mental problem.” The Imperial Guard dragged him down and pulled out a medicine bottle, dumping a dozen or so pills into his mouth and forcing them down his throat.

Once the pills were ingested and quickly digested, the wails in Wang Kai’s mind faded away, leaving him somewhat regretful: “It’s such a pity. I wanted to hear a few more.”

“You’re a tough kid. I have high hopes for you. Attend more cultural lessons; they’ll be good for you,” the Imperial Guard was speechless. This guy’s mental issues probably started long ago, but hadn’t shown until now.

However, in the context of the Primordial Dragon project, this mental issue manifested in a positive way. To ordinary people, he might seem like a madman for enjoying the cries of his enemies, but in this project, his performance was outstanding, earning him the position as the top candidate for the Qintian Bureau’s Historian.

If the project was completed and he maintained this level of development, there’s no doubt the Historian’s position would be his. Coupled with a Secondary Main Character Halo and job training, he was sure to advance the Martial Arts world significantly.

“I just simply find them unpleasant, without much other thought,” Wang Kai said, who noted the effect of the Sanity Medicine. He realized that his prior state wasn’t appropriate. It’s one thing to take pleasure in his heart, but quite another to voice such sentiments.

“It’s not a big deal. The medicine just doesn’t work well on you. You need to take your doses earlier and increase the amount,” said the Imperial Guard disguised as a Spirit Monster, who didn’t care whether he was abnormal as long as he got the job done. Assessment wasn’t his responsibility, so he didn’t interfere.

“Then can I not take the medicine? I remember that with enough contamination, I could see the tortured figures of the Alien Clan within the Primordial Dragon,” Wang Kai said abruptly.

“You could, but that would be against the rules…” the Imperial Guard said, thinking he was being ridiculous. If it ever went that far, how would an ordinary person like him survive? He’d likely sew himself in as well.

“Fine. I won’t deliberately do that,” Wang Kai said nonchalantly.

The Imperial Guard found it too difficult to communicate with him and could only add, “You’d better not. With your condition, you’ll die, and then you wouldn’t witness the birth of the Primordial Dragon. You probably can’t bear the thought of dying before its emergence.”

Wang Kai pondered for a moment and felt that the guard made sense, so he nodded, “I was just thinking about it. I wouldn’t actually do something that’s looking for death.”

If he couldn’t die, he’d really like to try it out. His mental issues had indeed played a positive role in the Primordial Dragon project, but it didn’t mean they could enhance his ability to resist the sanity intrusion from the project. It was like having his pain nerves removed; he wouldn’t feel the pain of an injury, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t injured.

Thus, the mental issues Wang Kai had only meant that he wouldn’t experience fear or insanity when enduring the Primordial Dragon’s assaults. Instead, he’d be extremely excited and strike even harder.

“As long as you know, get back to work,” the Imperial Guard felt a bit weary at heart. Being too outstanding could also cause headaches, especially when dealing with someone who clearly could give a lot of trouble.

This Primordial Dragon, compared to the one in the Weird Universe, was quite miniature. The Divine Dragon there obscured the sky and swept across the entire Weird Universe, even after death becoming a Dragon Vein that could suppress Omega Level Abnormalities.

Their own, well, fell far short, mainly because there was a significant difference in the quantities of materials used.

That they could construct it at all was already quite impressive.

Back at his workstation, Wang Kai continued to sew the outer skin. He knew that not many people could participate in the Primordial Dragon project, and every day, people were carried out, evidently unable to withstand the Dragon’s hatred—after all, skinning, bloodletting, and eye gouging were acts of cruelty even by Alien Clan standards.

“Worm Walkers are the hardest to extract from; their bodies are full of worms. Where others need their eyes gouged once, a Worm Walker must be gouged tens of thousands of times.”

“Ghouls have the easiest skin to peel, very good quality. Just stick a knife in and slice, and you can easily peel off the whole skin. Shame it has to be used on the Primordial Dragon, or I’d definitely take a piece home to use as a blanket—guaranteed to keep you warm in winter and cool in summer.”

“Seems like Snake-men’s gallbladders are quite nourishing, but a pity we can’t eat them. If there are spare Snake-men after the Primordial Dragon is complete, I’d like to take one home to brew in alcohol.”

“The Elves that were just brought in look more radiant than a wealthy landlord’s mistress, except that their teeth are made for eating people. Gotta smash them up good. I remember Little Wang next door got careless while handling one and got his brain bitten; his skull and brain matter ended up being chewed on…”

“Ogres are quite robust, their flesh is very full. One Ogre is worth five Elves in meat, but once chopped and cooked the flavor is too intense for me, it’s unbearable without spices.”

Wang Kai muttered to himself in a low voice, and the colleague sitting next to him worried that he might be having an episode again. Otherwise, how could he utter such horrifying words?

Intending to raise a hand to report him, trembling, he found Wang Kai had turned to look at him at some point, sending his heart into his throat.

“Relax, I’ve taken my medicine, I’m fine,” Wang Kai spoke up first.

“I… I just needed to pee, I wasn’t going to report you,” his colleague forced a ghastly smile. It’s like this guy grew a Heart Eye; his colleague hadn’t even acted yet, and he was already detected.

“Sure, I know,” replied Wang Kai, sensing the lie but not taking it to heart. After all, it wasn’t a big deal; even if he was reported, the Imperial Guard would just force-feed him more Sanity Medicine. What else could be done?

“Look, if you’re free, you should see a psychologist. It doesn’t cost anything,” his colleague suggested after some thought.

Indeed, there was a psychologist here, one from the Spirit Monster clan since working in such conditions without proper psychological care would lead to a high burnout rate. Only tough ones like Wang Kai had never been.

“No need, I know I have mental problems,” Wang Kai declared with a righteousness that left his colleague speechless. Was he really proud of that?

“Besides, I feel great right now!”

Wang Kai felt he didn’t need to worry about psychological issues. Just bury his head and plow on.

“Cough, you’re right, you’re right,” his colleague acceded. What else could he say? He couldn’t really argue with Wang Kai, fearing he might get led astray too.

Here was a man who knew he had a problem and openly rejected treatment. It’d be a waste of breath to argue. Besides, Wang Kai was so weird, what if he suddenly turned violent? If something happened, it might be factually Wang Kai’s fault, but seeing how the Imperial Guard appreciated Wang Kai’s performance, it was quite possible he’d get a promotion once the Primordial Dragon project was completed. No need to offend him.