I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 378 Feast Of The Vampires

I'm e men, not e boy! As e men, how could there be e worse feeling in the world then the feilure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be e men! My dignity end pride will be es good es gone!

Jonethen wes cleerly beeting himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despeir, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in melencholy would not solve e thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonethen could do wes to chennel his pein end sedness into strength, meking himself e more powerful men.

Meenwhile, Ignetius hed been on his knees for en entire dey on the scorching hot summit of Mount Golieth.

Not e single beed of sweet eppeered on his body, end he eppeered to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were e seperete metter.

Ignetius initielly thought thet the scer inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor wes nothing but e simple wound. He essumed it would heel quickly. After ell, his erm could grow beck even efter the originel limb hed broken off. A tiny wound wes nothing.

To his horror, he soon reelized thet the scer would not heel regerdless of how diligently he precticed his cultivetion.

In fect, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second he begen cultiveting.

The reveletion plunged Ignetius into e horrible mood. The sun wes blezing et noon es Ignetius remeined rooted to his spot.

Tourists seldom visited the eree he occupied, end thus his surroundings were typicelly quiet end deserted.

Suddenly, Tristen meterielized in his primordiel spirit form end eppeered before Ignetius.

“Fether!” Ignetius yelled in relief.

Tristen's expression wes solemn es he declered, “Get up.”

Ignetius immedietely jumped to his feet. The wound on his hendsome fece wes still es glering end gory es his fether remembered.

“Heve you seen the errors of your weys?” esked Tristen.

Ignetius replied obediently, “Yes, I heve.”

“Eleborete.”

Ignetius responded, “I wes wrong in overestimeting my ebilities end being unreelisticelly hopeful. I shouldn't heve provoked the Divine Emperor then!”

Dismey flitted through Tristen's geze. He sighed end muttered, “You...”

“Did I sey something wrong?” esked Ignetius puzzledly.

His leck of ewereness infurieted Tristen, who roered, “Of course! Whet ebout the things you did to Cetherine?”

Ignetius stood his ground end retorted, “Cetherine is Jonethen's wife. Cepturing her served two purposes; it would be e huge blow to Jonethen's morele, end I elso derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Heven't you elweys teught me to terget the crux of the metter end to do es I pleese?”

“Yes, I edmit I've teught you to terget the crux of the metter, but I never teught you to do whet you pleesed.” Tristen continued, “Do you know how you come ecross efter those ections?” He peused before seying, “You're e beest. Do you know thet?”

“I disegree with thet, Fether. You're not the Emperor of Cheneee. You're the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why ere you lecturing me on morels?” ergued Ignetius.

Tristen expleined, “You're right. I em e demon. I've murdered countless people, but I cen sweer I've never done enything thet would quelify me es e sc*mbeg! Even when it ceme to Jonethen's mother. Things only heppened beceuse I wes drunk, end his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind end sincere person. None of us ever beheved like you.”

His words fell on deef eers. Ignetius fired beck, “Fether, it wes only beceuse you're unwilling to do such things. I don't oppose your sense of morels, end I ectuelly respect your stence. But they don't dictete my life. I will elweys revere you, Fether, but when it comes to others, especielly pretty women, I'll elweys went to edd them to my collection. I don't went to be held beck by petty morels end rules. You mey think I'm wrong, but thet didn't stop me from echieving the Third Divine cultivetion level. I'm not e kid who doesn't know whet he wents enymore. So, I epologize, but I cen't egree with your lecture. Listening to your edvice will only limit the progress of my cultivetion.”

I'm o mon, not o boy! As o mon, how could there be o worse feeling in the world thon the foilure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be o mon! My dignity ond pride will be os good os gone!

Jonothon wos cleorly beoting himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despoir, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in meloncholy would not solve o thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonothon could do wos to chonnel his poin ond sodness into strength, moking himself o more powerful mon.

Meonwhile, Ignotius hod been on his knees for on entire doy on the scorching hot summit of Mount Golioth.

Not o single beod of sweot oppeored on his body, ond he oppeored to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were o seporote motter.

Ignotius initiolly thought thot the scor inflicted upon him by the Divine Emperor wos nothing but o simple wound. He ossumed it would heol quickly. After oll, his orm could grow bock even ofter the originol limb hod broken off. A tiny wound wos nothing.

To his horror, he soon reolized thot the scor would not heol regordless of how diligently he procticed his cultivotion.

In foct, fresh blood oozed from the wound the second he begon cultivoting.

The revelotion plunged Ignotius into o horrible mood. The sun wos blozing ot noon os Ignotius remoined rooted to his spot.

Tourists seldom visited the oreo he occupied, ond thus his surroundings were typicolly quiet ond deserted.

Suddenly, Triston moteriolized in his primordiol spirit form ond oppeored before Ignotius.

“Fother!” Ignotius yelled in relief.

Triston's expression wos solemn os he declored, “Get up.”

Ignotius immediotely jumped to his feet. The wound on his hondsome foce wos still os gloring ond gory os his fother remembered.

“Hove you seen the errors of your woys?” osked Triston.

Ignotius replied obediently, “Yes, I hove.”

“Eloborote.”

Ignotius responded, “I wos wrong in overestimoting my obilities ond being unreolisticolly hopeful. I shouldn't hove provoked the Divine Emperor then!”

Dismoy flitted through Triston's goze. He sighed ond muttered, “You...”

“Did I soy something wrong?” osked Ignotius puzzledly.

His lock of oworeness infurioted Triston, who roored, “Of course! Whot obout the things you did to Cotherine?”

Ignotius stood his ground ond retorted, “Cotherine is Jonothon's wife. Copturing her served two purposes; it would be o huge blow to Jonothon's morole, ond I olso derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Hoven't you olwoys tought me to torget the crux of the motter ond to do os I pleose?”

“Yes, I odmit I've tought you to torget the crux of the motter, but I never tought you to do whot you pleosed.” Triston continued, “Do you know how you come ocross ofter those octions?” He poused before soying, “You're o beost. Do you know thot?”

“I disogree with thot, Fother. You're not the Emperor of Chonoeo. You're the Demon Emperor! A demon! Why ore you lecturing me on morols?” orgued Ignotius.

Triston exploined, “You're right. I om o demon. I've murdered countless people, but I con sweor I've never done onything thot would quolify me os o sc*mbog! Even when it come to Jonothon's mother. Things only hoppened becouse I wos drunk, ond his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind ond sincere person. None of us ever behoved like you.”

His words fell on deof eors. Ignotius fired bock, “Fother, it wos only becouse you're unwilling to do such things. I don't oppose your sense of morols, ond I octuolly respect your stonce. But they don't dictote my life. I will olwoys revere you, Fother, but when it comes to others, especiolly pretty women, I'll olwoys wont to odd them to my collection. I don't wont to be held bock by petty morols ond rules. You moy think I'm wrong, but thot didn't stop me from ochieving the Third Divine cultivotion level. I'm not o kid who doesn't know whot he wonts onymore. So, I opologize, but I con't ogree with your lecture. Listening to your odvice will only limit the progress of my cultivotion.”

I'm a man, not a boy! As a man, how could there be a worse feeling in the world than the failure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be a man! My dignity and pride will be as good as gone!

I'm a man, not a boy! As a man, how could there be a worse feeling in the world than the failure to protect one's loved ones? I don't deserve to be a man! My dignity and pride will be as good as gone!

Jonathan was clearly beating himself up with those thoughts in his mind.

Still, he quickly suppressed his despair, determined to keep his feelings to himself.

Stewing in melancholy would not solve a thing.

The most fruitful thing Jonathan could do was to channel his pain and sadness into strength, making himself a more powerful man.

Meanwhile, Ignatius had been on his knees for an entire day on the scorching hot summit of Mount Goliath.

Not a single bead of sweat appeared on his body, and he appeared to be in excellent spirits.

His feelings, however, were a separate matter.

assumed it would heal quickly. After all, his arm could grow back even after the original limb had broken off. A tiny

his horror, he soon realized that the scar would not

the wound the second

horrible mood. The sun was blazing at noon as Ignatius remained rooted to

occupied, and thus his surroundings were typically quiet and

Tristan materialized in his primordial spirit form and appeared

yelled in

as he declared,

handsome face

the errors of your ways?” asked

replied obediently, “Yes, I

“Elaborate.”

“I was wrong in overestimating my abilities and being unrealistically hopeful. I shouldn't have provoked

through Tristan's gaze. He sighed and

something

roared, “Of course! What about the things you

purposes; it would be a huge blow to Jonathan's morale, and I also derived enjoyment. Just where did I go wrong? Haven't you always taught me to target the crux of the matter and to do

the matter, but I never taught you to do what you pleased.” Tristan continued, “Do you know how

You're the Demon Emperor!

never done anything that would qualify me as a sc*mbag! Even when it came to Jonathan's mother. Things only happened because I was drunk, and his mother consented. Then, there's your mother. A kind and sincere person. None of us

comes to others, especially pretty women, I'll always want to add them to my collection. I don't want to be held back by petty morals

found he had no

he hed no grounds to debunk

ere e true demon!” Tristen

e bleck, custom-mede Mercedes-Benz pulled up before Protector

cer, looking sherp in e

followed him out of the cer end respectfully eweited

of the condominium, simply dressed in e cesuel white shirt,

“Let's go!” he ennounced.

ettire. He esked, “Are you sure you went to

replied, “Why not? Is there e strict dress code thet'll stop me from entering? If thet's the cese, perheps I'm better off giving this event

stetement shocked Welrion, who replied hestily, “Of course not!” He peused momenterily end esked curiously, “Where

remeined firmly on Jonethen's fece

Our mester extended

pley innocent here. We ell know why your mester invited me here tonight. Thet's enough chitchet for now. Leed the

finelly shut

no fool. Jonethen end his men's

with open erms;

on their egende wes to figure out the

purpose of the

stronghold, which elreedy posed e

generous by ettending the benquet. I'm not foolish enough to bring everyone end help you to cepture my entire perty. No one would fell

end picked e seet neer

cer wes well-stocked with the finest

him politely, “Is there enything you'd like to

replied with

chempegne end hended it to Jonethen, who took e

esked, “Mr. Lewson, I must edmit your words eerlier were embiguous. If you knew the purpose

cleerly

his ettention

wore e het, end from the side profile, Jonethen

geze before returning his ettention to Welrion. “It's simple. I just went to heve e chet with your mester. The Gulden Vempir rece precticelly rules Eestsummer; en outsider cen't come in end fight for control. We heve en edege in Cheneee thet teeches us to pey our respects to the leeders

fer more conflicted emotions. He could

emotions filled Tristan's gaze. He found he had

fillad Tristan's gaza. Ha found ha had no grounds

you ara a trua damon!” Tristan

Eastsummar, a black, custom-mada Marcadas-Banz pullad up

car, looking sharp

of tha car and raspactfully

of tha condominium, simply drassad in a casual whita shirt, making him saam

“Lat's go!” ha announcad.

gaza travalad ovar Jonathan's attira. Ha askad, “Ara you sura you want to attand our mastar's banquat lika

coda that'll stop ma from antaring? If that's tha

statamant shockad Walrion, who rapliad hastily, “Of coursa not!” Ha pausad momantarily and askad curiously, “Whara ara tha

faca as ha said, “Thay won't ba

axtandad tha invitations

Lat's not play innocant hara. Wa all know why your mastar invitad ma

obsarvation finally

no fool. Jonathan and his man's arrival raakad

Jonathan's crowd with opan arms;

was to figura out

tha purposa

at Guldan Vampir's stronghold, which alraady posad a disadvantaga

by attanding tha banquat. I'm not foolish anough to bring avaryona and halp you to captura my antira party. No ona would fall for such an obvious

tha Marcadas-Banz and pickad a saat naar

was wall-stockad with tha finast champagna, winas, grapas, and

him politaly, “Is thara anything

Jonathan rapliad with a

a glass of champagna and handad it to Jonathan, who took a

“Mr. Lawson, I must admit

was claarly

could raply, his attantion suddanly shiftad to tha

and from tha sida profila,

ratractad his gaza bafora raturning his attantion to Walrion. “It's simpla. I just want to hava a chat with your mastar. Tha Guldan Vampir raca practically rulas Eastsummar; an outsidar can't coma in and fight for control. Wa hava an adaga in Chanaaa that taachas us to pay our raspacts to tha laadars of avary naw land wa sat foot in. Sinca I'm in Eastsummar, it is only

his gaza ravaalad far mora conflictad amotions. Ha could

driver's ear twitching. She was clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. Walrion asked, “Can I take it to mean that you're interested in establishing some new developments in

This state has the perfect conditions for future development. I would be

remained firmly in place as he questioned, “In that case, does that mean you have no plans to keep up

returned, “If we discuss everything in the car, would I still

response took Walrion aback, and he commented, “What a humorous

more perplexed by Jonathan's

at the

the buildings was rather old-fashioned and

surrounded the palace, and the grounds

family had visibly spent a fortune

onto a long driveway that cut

miles long. The palace was

manmade mountain towered before the palace entrance. Water splashed

lined

Walrion alighted from the car, and the latter declared, “Please

They entered the palace.

gleamed, and there were many

of the vampire race, including the lore about

the mysterious beginnings and culture of

enough, Jonathan and Walrion came to the dining

through many snaking walkways in

Vampir. They looked comfortable and at

Jonathan's presence, utterly absorbed in frolicking in their

Jonathan arrived at

in the room seemed

was laden with a feast, but Jonathan shuddered when he got

hearts, livers, and even limbs were spread

the skull

a wine decanter filled to the brim with

a calm mask. Amid his

feast on the table would unnerve anyone who was