Big Capitalist

"Father has gone mad. It's my fault! The whispers of the great ancient god influenced him and made him stop pretending. He dug out your mother's bones with his own hands. In order to be with your mother forever, he actually ground her bones into powder, then frantically tore open his own flesh and integrated the powder into his body bit by bit!" Fidi said as he gestured exaggeratedly.

I saw him waving his hands in the air, as if he was recreating the horrific scene.

"He first used a rusty shovel to dig frantically in the cold grave, raising dust and revealing your mother's long-rotten coffin. With trembling hands, he opened the coffin, and when he saw your mother's bones, his eyes were full of madness. He ignored the pungent stench and picked up the bones one by one, then used a sharp stone to grind the bones into powder bit by bit. Then, he picked up a sharp dagger and tore open his chest without hesitation. Blood gushed out like a fountain, but he ignored it and sprinkled the bone powder directly into his wound, letting the blood drown it..."

Sigma was silent. No wonder the cemetery in the back mountain became desolate. It turned out that his mother was no longer there.

My father actually loved my mother so deeply. But now it seems that he has really gone crazy and done such a horrifying thing as digging out my mother's bones and integrating them into his own body.

Feidi brandished the bloody whip, lashing his father's body frantically again and again, and kept shouting, "For a bitch, he actually killed my mother. Isn't it interesting? There are even more interesting things."

The blood whip lashed at Count Prucker, splashing blood, but the Count just endured it silently without any resistance.

Fidi seemed to be crazy. He broke the chain that tied Pruk, then pounced on his father and beat him wildly.

Count Pluck still did not fight back, but just kept muttering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." His voice was weak but full of endless sadness.

Fiddy seemed to have seen some funny show, so he stopped what he was doing, laughed and said, "See, how funny it is, I found that no matter how I beat my father, he would not fight back. Oh, and here's this."

As soon as he finished speaking, his arms instantly turned into flesh and blood tentacles, like a group of ferocious poisonous snakes, stabbing at Sigma fiercely.

Sigma wanted to fight back, but at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him as fast as lightning.

It's his father!

My father was violently whipped away by Fidi's tentacles, his chest was instantly torn apart, and the whole person fell on Sigma like a kite with a broken string.

Sigma looked at his father in his arms. Count Prucker was shedding tears of pain, and he said in a hoarse, almost inaudible voice, "Family members... shouldn't hurt each other..."

Seeing this, Fiddy covered his face and laughed wildly: "See, isn't it funny? I knew you were also a 'family'. Father would not hurt any 'family', he would protect 'family', but... why! Why is my mother not in the family! "

Fidi roared angrily, waving his tentacles and trying to whip Count Pruk.

Sigma looked at his father's deformed body, his aged face, and the foolish yet crazy expression on his face, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift back to his past.

He slowly raised his hand and suddenly grabbed Fidi's tentacle that was whipping towards him.

“Pah—”

Sigma clenched the tentacles tightly, and Fidi instantly felt a huge force that made him unable to shake at all.

"Lord of Plague, can my father recover?" Sigmar asked in his heart.

"If you give me your body..." the Lord of Plague responded slowly.

"I'll give you my body!" Sigma said without hesitation.

The Plague Lord felt bored when he heard Sigma's straightforward answer. "That's really boring."

He thought so, and then slowly said, "Even if you give me your body, I still can't do it."

"Why! Aren't you a God?" Sigma said gritting his teeth, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

The Lord of Plague said indifferently, "Yeah, so what? Can God do everything? Your father died a long time ago, a death at the spiritual level. His soul has been completely polluted by the Lord of Flesh and Blood and has become his nourishment. The father in your arms is just a flesh and blood shell with memories."

Sigma was silent. He slowly raised his head, looked at his eldest and second brothers, and asked, "Are they the same? Where's my sister?"

The Plague Lord laughed strangely and said, "Your eldest and second brothers, hahahaha, they are no longer considered human beings. They are already 'cancers', 'cancers' with the memories of your two brothers, just like your father. As for your sister, the little girl was just used as an experimental subject."

"Experimental subject? What does that mean!" Sigma didn't know why he didn't feel any heartache when he heard the news. He was indeed sad, but not to the extent of crying, sadness, or heartbreak. He felt that his emotions had become less sensitive.

In fact, this is the divinity eroding Sigmar's humanity. The more he uses the power of the Lord of Plague, the less like himself he will become, and sooner or later he will become a part of the Lord of Plague.

The Lord of Plague said disdainfully, "You're truly insensitive. Have you fallen into the delusion of this false 'home' these days? Why haven't you ever cared about your sister's eyes or the bandages wrapped around her body, Sigma?"

Sigma's heart trembled suddenly. Yes, why is this?

At this moment, Fidi's subsequent tentacles attacked again, and Count Pruk in Sigma's arms struggled and used his body to resist.

After learning that Count Prucker in his arms was no longer his real father, Sigmar felt nothing even though he was protected.

"It's all fake—" Sigma muttered to himself.

Yes, they are all fake, but their memories are real. Although your father is fake, the love is real.

The shadow of the Lord of Plague suddenly appeared in front of Sigma, who was kneeling on the ground, and spoke with a smile.

Sigmar's heart trembled again when he heard the words of the Lord of Plague.

The Lord of Plague looked at Sigma and showed a happy smile on his face, an extremely terrifying smile.

Was He moved? Was He trying to be gentle with Sigmar?

Of course not. He is an ancient god. Even though he now thinks that he and Sigmar are "friends", his essence is still "chaotic evil". No one knows what terrible thing he will do next.