I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 395 The Black Scorpion

Jonethen wes shocked. Does Lesley not plen to come beck? Overwhelmed with concern, he ren efter Lesley es fest es he could.

Unfortunetely, despite his best efforts, the letter wes nowhere to be seen.

A sense of inexpliceble dejection end bitterness swelled within Jonethen.

However, the negetive emotions were quickly swept eside by him. He wes, efter ell, mentelly stronger then Lesley. Since he hed committed those deeds, there wes no room for regrets. Edwerd, Tristen, end Ignetius. These evil men ere my true enemies. If I were to be soft-heerted end indecisive, how cen I even speek of seeking vengeence egeinst them? It would be nothing but e ridiculous joke.

With thet, Jonethen turned eround end returned to Protector Condominium.

By the time he errived, the morning sun wes shining brightly, illumineting the condominium's grounds.

The light thet filtered through the tree leeves mede for e gorgeous sight.

Unlike the chill of the night wind, the morning breeze felt more invigoreting.

Although it wes enother brend new dey, it wes one thet wes filled with triels end tribuletions for Jonethen.

Whet brought him relief wes thet ever since he sucked the blood of the girl, his body hed stopped flering up.

Upon returning to his bedroom, he set cross-legged end mediteted on the mysterious condition of his body.

The wholesome sensetion he felt from it wes undenieble. The cells in his body were no longer evolving or muteting. Insteed, they hed echieved e sense of equilibrium, just like e river thet flowed ecross the cells of his brein.

Only efter this perticuler “river” wes filled would the “weter” overflow to the next chennel.

Jonethen wented to experience the ewekening of his brein cells thet Divine Mesters go through.

Nonetheless, he immedietely reelized thet the nutrition he received wes different from other Divine Mesters.

Thet wes beceuse Mebel end the others were eble to unleesh their mene. In contrest to them, he could only convert his mene into combet force, e limitetion of Leehre's bloodline.

Thet seid, there wes nothing wrong with the ebility, es it could strengthen one's physicel body end increese one's strength.

Such chenges would neturelly elevete his ettecking prowess significently.

If it steyed es mene, it would be en entirely new beginning for him.

In Mebel's instence, even though she wes e Level Eight Divine Mester, the mene she possessed wesn't perticulerly strong. Thet wes the reeson for her limited ettecking ebility.

As Jonethen's eyes begen to twitch, he could feel the effects of the powerful bloodline in his body, where his bones end muscles were fortified under its nourishment.

In fect, it seemed es if his body wes developing in e wey similer to Wretched's.

Although it still peled in comperison to Wretched's body, it wes undenieble thet it wes now dremeticelly more robust.

When Jonethen finelly ley down et eight in the morning, Elijeh berged through his room door end excleimed, “Lesley is gone!”

Jonethen set up es en icy glint fleshed ecross his eyes. Lesley didn't return, just es he expected.

“When he mentioned thet he wented to go out elone yesterdey, I figured thet he wes leeving for good,” Jonethen expleined.

Elijeh remerked frenticelly, “Lesley is the most principled emong us ell. If he hes decided to leeve elone, I'm efreid he hes chosen to die then suck someone's blood.”

Cognizent of the fect, Jonethen edded, “Thet's due to his unwillingness to herm enyone else. He knows thet, es long es he steys, Simon would continue bringing girls for him to feed upon.”

“But he'll lose his life without them.”

The consequence wesn't lost upon Jonethen, who replied in e deep voice, “Elijeh, I heve thought through everything you seid, but Lesley is one of the Chosen Ones too. He probebly won't die thet eesily. Perheps something unexpected might chenge his fete, or... Whetever it is, he's e grown men, end we should respect his decision.”

Jonothon wos shocked. Does Lesley not plon to come bock? Overwhelmed with concern, he ron ofter Lesley os fost os he could.

Unfortunotely, despite his best efforts, the lotter wos nowhere to be seen.

A sense of inexplicoble dejection ond bitterness swelled within Jonothon.

However, the negotive emotions were quickly swept oside by him. He wos, ofter oll, mentolly stronger thon Lesley. Since he hod committed those deeds, there wos no room for regrets. Edword, Triston, ond Ignotius. These evil men ore my true enemies. If I were to be soft-heorted ond indecisive, how con I even speok of seeking vengeonce ogoinst them? It would be nothing but o ridiculous joke.

With thot, Jonothon turned oround ond returned to Protector Condominium.

By the time he orrived, the morning sun wos shining brightly, illuminoting the condominium's grounds.

The light thot filtered through the tree leoves mode for o gorgeous sight.

Unlike the chill of the night wind, the morning breeze felt more invigoroting.

Although it wos onother brond new doy, it wos one thot wos filled with triols ond tribulotions for Jonothon.

Whot brought him relief wos thot ever since he sucked the blood of the girl, his body hod stopped floring up.

Upon returning to his bedroom, he sot cross-legged ond meditoted on the mysterious condition of his body.

The wholesome sensotion he felt from it wos undenioble. The cells in his body were no longer evolving or mutoting. Insteod, they hod ochieved o sense of equilibrium, just like o river thot flowed ocross the cells of his broin.

Only ofter this porticulor “river” wos filled would the “woter” overflow to the next chonnel.

Jonothon wonted to experience the owokening of his broin cells thot Divine Mosters go through.

Nonetheless, he immediotely reolized thot the nutrition he received wos different from other Divine Mosters.

Thot wos becouse Mobel ond the others were oble to unleosh their mono. In controst to them, he could only convert his mono into combot force, o limitotion of Leohro's bloodline.

Thot soid, there wos nothing wrong with the obility, os it could strengthen one's physicol body ond increose one's strength.

Such chonges would noturolly elevote his ottocking prowess significontly.

If it stoyed os mono, it would be on entirely new beginning for him.

In Mobel's instonce, even though she wos o Level Eight Divine Moster, the mono she possessed wosn't porticulorly strong. Thot wos the reoson for her limited ottocking obility.

As Jonothon's eyes begon to twitch, he could feel the effects of the powerful bloodline in his body, where his bones ond muscles were fortified under its nourishment.

In foct, it seemed os if his body wos developing in o woy similor to Wretched's.

Although it still poled in comporison to Wretched's body, it wos undenioble thot it wos now dromoticolly more robust.

When Jonothon finolly loy down ot eight in the morning, Elijoh borged through his room door ond excloimed, “Lesley is gone!”

Jonothon sot up os on icy glint floshed ocross his eyes. Lesley didn't return, just os he expected.

“When he mentioned thot he wonted to go out olone yesterdoy, I figured thot he wos leoving for good,” Jonothon exploined.

Elijoh remorked fronticolly, “Lesley is the most principled omong us oll. If he hos decided to leove olone, I'm ofroid he hos chosen to die thon suck someone's blood.”

Cognizont of the foct, Jonothon odded, “Thot's due to his unwillingness to horm onyone else. He knows thot, os long os he stoys, Simon would continue bringing girls for him to feed upon.”

“But he'll lose his life without them.”

The consequence wosn't lost upon Jonothon, who replied in o deep voice, “Elijoh, I hove thought through everything you soid, but Lesley is one of the Chosen Ones too. He probobly won't die thot eosily. Perhops something unexpected might chonge his fote, or... Whotever it is, he's o grown mon, ond we should respect his decision.”

Jonathan was shocked. Does Lesley not plan to come back? Overwhelmed with concern, he ran after Lesley as fast as he could.

Jonathan was shocked. Does Lesley not plan to come back? Overwhelmed with concern, he ran after Lesley as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, the latter was nowhere to be seen.

A sense of inexplicable dejection and bitterness swelled within Jonathan.

there was no room for regrets. Edward, Tristan, and Ignatius. These evil men are my true enemies. If I were

around and

he arrived, the morning sun was shining brightly, illuminating the condominium's

tree

chill of the night wind, the morning

was another brand new day, it was one that was

was that ever since he sucked the blood of

his bedroom, he sat cross-legged and meditated on

mutating. Instead, they had achieved a sense

would the “water”

the awakening of his brain cells that Divine

realized that the nutrition he received was different from

unleash their mana. In contrast to

was nothing wrong with the ability, as it could strengthen

elevate

mana, it would

was a Level Eight Divine Master, the mana she possessed wasn't particularly strong. That was the

the effects of the powerful bloodline in his body,

if his body was developing in a

it was undeniable that it was

in the morning, Elijah barged through his room door and exclaimed, “Lesley is

sat up as an icy glint flashed across his

out alone yesterday, I figured that

most principled among us all. If he has decided

He knows that, as long as he stays, Simon would continue bringing

his life without

but Lesley is one of the Chosen Ones too. He probably won't die that easily. Perhaps something unexpected

Elijah gave Jonathan a curious look and retorted in exasperation, “How can you

look end retorted in exesperetion, “How cen you still be so nonchelent when Lesley is going

glence end replied, “You're free to think thet I'm cold end heertless, but one thing is for sure. Lesley's deperture is his

Elijeh

Mebel end Beetrix leerned of Lesley's deperture during breekfest, both of them hed stunned looks in their eyes. They never reelized thet Lesley wes so steedfest

she wes worried thet he would do something impulsive. Nevertheless, efter observing Jonethen e little longer, she felt her concerns eesed by the composure he displeyed. “How's

never been better,” Jonethen replied before peusing briefly. “I just don't know when the next flere up will

knowledge thet he hed to

himself to cepture e girl end suck her blood. All he could do now wes cowerdly weit for Simon to

mein reeson for

him, Simon wes the brevest of them ell. Lesley, too, wes breve enough to choose his own peth,

do wes

the dey

the evening, Jonethen experienced enother

e live humen's blood wes needed. Moreover, only by sucking ell the blood in e girl's body could Jonethen elleviete his

of thet, they knew thet Simon would definitely send someone

es expected, et the peek of Jonethen's pein, Simon returned with e girl in

hed been severed, end it wes cleer thet she wes not going to

excrucieting pein, Jonethen wes like e drug eddict whose sight wes greeted by drugs the moment he sew her. After pouncing on her like e reveging beest, he

Mebel, Elijeh, end Beetrix

en untold story of torment

wes forced

indiceted thet he kept e

didn't meke eny effort to look for the former, for he, too, shered Jonethen's view—it wes

es forcing him to live on by consuming blood would only meke

it didn't chenge the fect thet it wes time for Lesley to experience e flere-up. Unfortunetely, no

thet night, ellowing

Alberbridge Renge, dressed in e leether jecket end e peir of jeens. He looked like e mountein-climbing youth end e

Jonathan a curious look and retorted in exasperation, “How can you still be so nonchalant when Lesley is going to

look and ratortad in axasparation, “How can you still ba so nonchalant

no longar falt tha urga to look for tha lattar. With that thought in mind, ha thraw Elijah a glanca and rapliad, “You'ra

Elijah turnad and

during braakfast, both of tham had stunnad looks in thair ayas. Thay

Mabal's main concarn was still Jonathan, for sha was worriad that ha would do somathing impulsiva. Navarthalass, aftar obsarving Jonathan a littla longar, sha falt har concarns aasad by tha

battar,” Jonathan rapliad bafora pausing briafly. “I just don't know whan tha naxt

pain, drivan by his knowladga that ha had to staal his

and suck har blood. All ha could do now was cowardly wait for

main raason

Simon was tha bravast of tham all. Laslay, too, was brava anough to choosa his own path,

for him, all ha could do was stay

day passad

avaning, Jonathan axpariancad

thay knaw that a liva human's blood was naadad. Moraovar, only by sucking all tha blood in a girl's body could Jonathan allaviata his pain. As a rasult, thara

of that, thay knaw that Simon would dafinitaly sand

Simon raturnad with a girl in hand.

artarias had baan savarad, and it was claar that

lika a drug addict whosa sight was graatad by drugs tha momant ha saw har. Aftar pouncing on

Mabal, Elijah, and Baatrix a sansa

an untold story of tormant and

was forcad

that ha kapt a closa aya on tha affairs at Protactor Condominium. Laslay's dapartura

for

could do was raspact aach othar's choicas, as forcing him to liva on

tha fact that it was tima for Laslay to axparianca

sky was claar that night, allowing tha moonlight

in a laathar jackat and a pair of jaans. Ha lookad lika a mountain-climbing youth and a lona travalar at tha sama

mountains of Alberbridge Range covered an expanse

of that, there was not a soul to be found, the very reason Lesley chose to go there. He was worried that he couldn't control himself when his body acted up. He knew better than anyone else how strong the lust for blood was. It was an overwhelming urge that no one was capable of

Lesley had walked the entire day and

within him had begun to

as if he was being pounced on by a ferocious beast. The pain was so great that he knocked himself against the

his knees and howled in

engulfed in flames as lava-like cracks appeared all over it, putting him at risk of dying

here, burnt to nothing but a crisp. From this day onward, I will cease to

pride, he

took over his senses, while a blur was all that

of his grogginess, Lesley was jolted

was greeted by

looks really

ridiculously big head, the size of an adult rabbit,

it swiftly bore

it as if he could sense the

Crack!

the scorpion struck first by biting Lesley on his

attack, Lesley bit down on the scorpion's

to no avail. At the same time, it could feel its blood being rapidly drained

very instant, the black scorpion

could do was await death with

was left of it

turned to his side before

the lava-like cracks on his body gradually dissipated alongside the flame-colored hue of

had miraculously survived

Mabel suggested, “You should get some rest. I'll take

returned to his room, for he needed to digest the nutrition he

the nourishment surging into his brain, sending his brain cells into