Chapter 21 The Evil God Tarot Farma
The candle flame became stronger and stronger, gradually changing from its original orange-yellow color to dark green, emitting a faint light.
After Jonathan finished reciting his prayer, the wild cat's blood in the worn copper bowl in his hands began to spin at high speed and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, only a drop of thick, gelatinous black and purple blood remained at the bottom of the bowl, emitting a strong smell of blood.
"Drink it, drink it and you can have everything, drink it, drink it..."
The voice in his mind changed from whispering to a loud bell in his ear. Two bloodshot rays were reflected in Jonathan's eyes. He licked the corners of his mouth subconsciously, slowly picked up the worn copper bowl, and put it to his lips with trembling hands. Just as Jonathan was about to drink this drop of dark purple blood, a trace of fear suddenly surged in his heart. Jonathan suddenly understood that if he drank this drop of dark purple blood, he would have no room for regret.
"Don't hesitate. Even if you fall into hell, what does it matter? Isn't this unfair world that discriminates against you hell?
Only by drinking this drop of blood can you live the life you want, become the best among men, and make all those who look down on you and hurt you tremble at your feet. This is the life you, Jonathan, should live!"
Listening to the words in his mind, Jonathan nodded slowly, a hint of madness revealed on his face. He laughed neurotically, as if he had seen himself standing above thousands of people. What a wonderful sight it was. As long as he drank this drop of blood, he could truly get the things he had always dreamed of!
Without any hesitation, Jonathan raised the worn copper bowl in his hand and poured the drop of thick blood into his mouth. As soon as the drop of blood entered Jonathan's mouth, it rolled along Jonathan's esophagus into his stomach like boiling charcoal.
The worn copper bowl fell from Jonathan's hand, and for some reason it seemed as if there were fewer cracks on it.
Grabbing his neck with both hands, Jonathan fell to his knees, and a "ho ho" sound came from his throat, like the last gasp of a dying person.
At this time, on Jonathan's neck, the blood vessels swelled up like earthworms and slowly wriggled towards Jonathan's face. Soon these wriggling earthworm-like dark red blood vessels spread to Jonathan's face, making the originally handsome Jonathan become extremely hideous.
Jonathan slowly loosened his hands and pressed his palms on the ground one on the left and one on the right. His hands, which were originally normal, now had thick joints, rough skin, and sharp nails. He gripped the ground with his fingers and clenched his fists, leaving ten scratches on the ground with his sharp nails.
Jonathan stood up slowly, with his eyes closed, a relaxed expression on his face. When he opened his eyes, his eyeballs had turned completely dark red. There was no difference between the pupils and the whites of the eyes, it was all dark red, which was extremely weird.
Looking at his hands, Jonathan laughed.
"This is power... This is the power that belongs to me..."
"Yes, this is your power. Now go hunt more prey! For you, the more prey you hunt, the more power you will gain, especially humans. The more people you hunt, the more powerful power you will gain, which is your own power!"
Listening to the voice in his head, Jonathan nodded excitedly and said, "That's right, man, only by hunting people can we gain more power."
"Especially those who are related to you by blood. As long as you sacrifice their lives and blood, you can gain power far stronger than that of ordinary people. Below are two people who are related to you by blood. You can sacrifice them now."
"Sacrifice... Mom and Dad..." Jonathan muttered to himself a little nervously, but at this moment, a trace of clarity suddenly flashed across his eyes that had completely turned dark red. Jonathan immediately shook his head and said, "No, I can't kill Mom and Dad. I can't kill them!"
"Do you still have feelings for the people who are dragging you down? Your so-called parents are just the vessels that brought you into this world. They cannot provide you with better conditions, but instead drag you down. There is no need to keep such parents. Kill them and gain your own power. This is what you should do!"
The voice in his head kept roaring, using distorted reasons to blur Jonathan's remaining morals and emotions, but contrary to the expectations of the voice in his head, Jonathan actually persisted and did not listen to its instigation at all!
"No! I can't kill them! I... I'm not killing them because of feelings, but... because I'm still too weak and need to maintain a normal life. I can't get rid of my disguised identity until I become stronger. Otherwise, I absolutely cannot kill them!"
Jonathan's roar in his heart temporarily stopped the voice that bewitched him. After a long time, the voice said again: "Yes, what you said makes sense. There are still many people in this city who can kill you. Before you become stronger than them, you do need a hidden identity. So, for the time being, I will not kill them as you wish.
But you must hunt down the others and sacrifice them to the great Taro Fama. A wild cat alone cannot give you the power you have now. It is all a gift from Taro Fama. If you don't find new sacrifices, the power you have now will sooner or later be taken back by the great Taro Fama, and you will fall into eternal hell!"
"I understand, of course I understand. As long as my identity is not exposed, no one can be killed and sacrificed to the great Taro Fama!"
"It's good that you understand. For seven days, you must offer sacrifice once every seven days, otherwise you will face the punishment of the great Taro Fama."
"Seven days? That's fine. In this slum, there are many people without identities. Even if they die, it won't attract attention. They can be sacrificed to the great Taro Farma."
After he finished speaking, Jonathan walked to the mirror in the room. He looked at the hideous self in the mirror. With a thought, the strange phenomena on the surface of his body quickly disappeared . Those earthworm-like blood vessels slowly contracted and calmed down. His dark red eyes turned into normal black and white again, and even his nails returned to normal. Only the red light that flashed in his pupils from time to time indicated that the handsome boy in the mirror was no longer a complete human being.
