Chapter 77 A Story Without a Fairy Tale Ending

"A demon from a foreign land, granting the host great power."

Helen raised her right hand.

A faint black gas instantly condensed on the slender white right hand, covering it.

She looked at Peter, "Those humans who are used as ordinary vessels by the Hand, the 'beasts' that parasitize within their bodies are far from true 'beasts'."

"The warriors that the Hand has produced are complete failures."

Peter's expression became serious, and he asked Helen, "Could it be that the parasite in your body is a real 'beast'?"

Helen shook her head. "I won't tell you easily, Parker. This is not in line with the principle of fair trade. At least, you have to tell me where the thing in your chest came from?"

"I'm sorry, Teacher Helen, I didn't agree to trade with you."

Peter frowned and said, "We're not much of a partnership."

The red light in Helen's eyes grew brighter. She smiled at Peter and said, "Why not? We are all the same kind of people, Parker. We all have a demon in our hearts."

As she spoke, she took a step closer to Peter, but the next second her arm wrapped around the black energy was grabbed by Peter.

"You seem to overestimate your own importance."

Peter said to her in a cold tone.

"Don't be nervous, Peter. I mean no harm to you."

Helen's arm was grabbed, but she didn't show any fear. She still said to Peter in a lazy tone:

"Don't you want to know more about what's useful to you?"

"For example, right now, I can tell you what you are most interested in."

She pulled her arm away from Peter's grasp and cast her eyes out into the rainy night.

"The story starts with a mother. Boys usually have experiences of being abused by their fathers, so the core of many stories is the father's problem. Because men travel the world, men's stories are spread more widely."

"But if women were telling the stories, most of them would involve their mothers."

Helen paused, as if listening to the sound of rain.

"There was a little girl whose father died, so she could only live with her mother. She was a religious fanatic. Her mother had absolute control over everything at home and imposed a high-pressure policy on her, locking up her life like a prisoner."

The sound of rain outside was getting louder and louder, but Helen's voice was extremely clear.

"But this was not in line with the little girl's nature, but what her mother thought she should be. She tried everything that interested her, and she fell in love with the plants in the backyard."

"But she was going through a low point in her life. To be honest, her mother was not a bad person. She never physically abused the girl. She would not beat her daughter with a metal hanger or anything else, and she would not hit her skin with a curling iron."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze towards Peter.

"But she was not a good mother. She insulted her daughter every day, calling her a sinner, a prostitute, a slut, and so on. In the eyes of this mother, the little girl represented eternal disappointment and a burden that could never be shaken off."

"Maybe her mother could smell the promise of sin. Maybe her mother sensed the scent of buried demons."

Helen's eyes became complicated. "Why is there no love between close people? Instead, there is hatred?"

"This little girl's crazy mind often has crazy thoughts, such as pulling out her hair by the roots, knocking out her teeth with a hammer, or hurting herself in other horrific ways."

"One day she accidentally discovered the plants in the backyard. She could control those things to hurt herself, and she could also absorb the scent of violets, which made her mother love her and no longer hate her like before."

Peter frowned as he listened to the woman's story and said, "It's a good story, Teacher Helen. Were you a radio host before?"

"No, of course I'm not, Parker."

Helen smiled and said, "But the end of the story is not over yet." "Not all stories have happy endings. Finally, the ending of this story is."

She paused and continued, "This mother committed suicide in the bathtub. She was a good person. She didn't want to cause trouble for her daughter even if she died."

"Then, a Japanese man found the girl and said he could adopt her because there was something extremely important in her body."

Peter stared into the woman's eyes, wondering why she was telling him this.

There is no doubt that the little girl in this woman's story is herself.

He also roughly knew what species was parasitic in this woman's body.

"I know what you're thinking, Parker."

As if seeing through Peter's thoughts, Helen said to Peter: "I am telling you this as the first step for us to be honest. Now, the conditions for a fair trade have been met."

As she spoke, she cast her eyes towards Peter's chest.

"What kind of being is parasitic on your chest? I'm very interested."

Peter flatly refused, "Unfortunately, I'm not really interested in your story."

Helen was not dissatisfied after being rejected.

She still said to Peter in the same tone as before: "Actually, you forgot one thing, Parker."

"what?"

Helen's delicate face showed a disappointed expression. "I have to criticize you, Mr. Parker. You forgot what I taught in the last class. That is, the purpose of all parasites is to reproduce."

She took a step closer to Peter and said, "Even you can't suppress its instincts."

Although she didn't know the type of parasite in Peter's body, her keen senses and the extraordinary powers given to her by the demon from another dimension allowed her to always see something.

As soon as she finished her words, Peter could sense a stronger scent in the air.

The smell of volatile oils is stronger than in the classroom.

Even if he shut down his respiratory system, he could still feel this thing invading his body.

As his thoughts moved, the pitch-black exoskeleton instantly covered his body.

The head was also covered with a mask, completely hiding his entire body.

At the same time, he waved his hand and grabbed Helen.

But Helen's speed was faster than he expected.

The inky black air enveloped her body.

With lightning-fast movements, she dodged Peter's attack.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the ground in the room shook.

The wooden floor was constantly broken and flew into the air.

The ground was surging like the sea, and all the furniture and other items fell to the ground and shattered.

It was as if there was a giant snake drilling into the ground and stirring it up.

(End of this chapter)