The Primordial Record novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375 Akhuril

Augustus heard hesitant footsteps walk close to him, and the breeze brought the smell of smoke and beer. It was the girl who gave him food.

"um, I apologize if I was um, a bit… presumptuous? Is that the right word? Yes! Sir, I apologize if I was a bit presumptuous in bringing food to you without your request. I just…"

Watching the young mortal girl fumbling to speak, Augustus' mind went back three hundred years ago when he was at the Incarnation State, and the whole world was nothing but an adventure.

Trion was vast, and now and then you would be able to see marvelous people and locations.

A wrong teleportation sent him to a secluded location where a rash of attacks by beasts had killed all the men leaving thousands of women and children behind.

Augustus had lived with them for weeks and watched as they were all slaughtered, he had enjoyed every bit of such prime entertainment, their cries of help were met with mockery, for if there had been any other adventurous people among them, they would have discovered that a few hundred miles away was a vast city that would solve their problems. Why did they not run? Why stay behind and defend a useless dirt mound?

Was it because of ignorance? Or some pathetic attempt to hold on to their meaningless culture?

These people had been content to live inside their tiny valley in a world as prosperous as Trion, where mighty gods roamed, their death was the inevitable consequence of being small-minded.

He looked at this shy yet smart child and he could no longer call up any argument in condemnation of them. If he told them the truth what could they do? They cannot run, it was impossible for mortals to travel in the void. They could not hide from what was to come, they could only die.

Just like me, I'm already on my road to death, and I cannot run, I cannot hide, I can only wait to die.

Augustus growled, "Fuck off!"

Ignoring the look of confusion and pain on her face he began to walk away, his head bowed in frustration. He did not know when he found himself behind an alley and then he heard the hurried footsteps and breathing of four men.

When he felt the hit on the back of his head, Augustus smiled just before his face was smashed into the ground, flattening his nose.

Unlike any normal man who would cover his head and fold himself to reduce the area of impact on his body, Augustus turned around and opened his arms as if he wanted his attackers to have easy access to all his vital organs. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

His assaulters stopped their actions at his weird behavior but after looking at each other, they shrugged and the four men began stomping on him while cursing and berating him in turn. Augustus was a bit disappointed, for he noticed there was no intent to kill, only cause pain, this realization struck him as incredibly funny.

Augustus began to grin, as he spat blood and broken teeth, and that grin soon turned into a full-blown manic laughter