Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Wen Yu had always seen Sun Aotian as a child—sometimes a bit eccentric, sometimes prone to adolescent fantasies, and at other times, a little insecure. But I had always overlooked one thing. How could such a person have become the ’Little Sky’ of the camp back then? How could he have rivaled Zang Pengfei? A sixteen or seventeen-year-old, even in peaceful times, can’t really be considered a mere child anymore! With the vast amount of information on the internet, people that age know what they should, and even what they perhaps shouldn’t!

Looking at Sun Aotian’s pleading gaze, Wen Yu suddenly found it all rather pointless. He pulled his hand away from Sun Aotian’s grasp and turned towards the bedroom.

There was no need to say anything else, nor any need to get angry. I just found it all rather trite. I had never truly considered Sun Aotian one of my own. And Sun Aotian, perhaps he never truly saw me as the ’Brother Wen Yu’ he was always calling me. Using my strength—that was his fundamental goal all along!

”Ah, trust between people... where has it all gone?” Wen Yu muttered to himself as the bedroom door closed heavily behind him.

”Sigh, Little Sky, what can I say about you,” Sun Ruixing lamented, shaking his head before walking towards another bedroom. Clearly, with his worldly experience, Sun Ruixing had also noticed something was amiss.

Sun Aotian was left alone, sitting on the sofa with a vicious expression. Glaring hatefully at Wen Yu’s closed door, he snarled in a voice barely audible, ”I’ve fucking groveled before you for so long! And you won’t even do this one small thing for me?”

As the words left his lips, the hatred in Sun Aotian’s eyes intensified.

To say he felt no hatred after being cuckolded and then thrashed by the man who did it would be entirely unrealistic! But after Wen Yu’s refusal, this hatred festered and intensified within him, even beginning to shift towards Wen Yu!

Evidently, Sun Aotian had selectively forgotten the considerable help Wen Yu had given him during the treasure land trial. People are often like that. The adage ”A small gift of rice earns gratitude, a large one breeds enmity” is by no means without reason.

”And Bai Feifei, that bitch! And Zhang Lifei, that bastard! They all deserve to die!” The hatred in Sun Aotian’s heart grew ever stronger.

Slowly closing his eyes, Sun Aotian sank into deep thought. After a long while, he shook his head bitterly.

In the end, the power gap is just too vast. There’s really no good solution.

Sun Aotian had a bit of cunning, so he wasn’t the type to do something as futile as throwing an egg against a rock. For now, this burning hatred was firmly suppressed deep within his heart.