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.

He was, after all, mentally stronger than Lesley. Since he had committed those deeds, there was no room for regrets. Edward, Tristan, and Ignatius. These evil men are my true enemies. If I were to be soft-hearted and indecisive, how can I even speak of seeking vengeance against them? It would

around and returned

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

through the tree

the night wind,

it was one that was

was that ever since he sucked the blood of the girl, his body had stopped flaring

he sat cross-legged and meditated on the mysterious condition

longer evolving or mutating. Instead, they had achieved a sense of equilibrium, just like a river that flowed across the cells

was filled would the “water” overflow to the next

his brain cells that Divine

nutrition he received was different from

because Mabel and the others were able to unleash their mana. In contrast to them, he could only convert his mana into combat force, a limitation

there was nothing wrong with the ability, as it could strengthen one's physical body and increase one's

would naturally elevate

mana, it would be an entirely new beginning for

Mabel's instance, even though she was a Level Eight Divine Master, the mana she possessed wasn't

could feel the effects of the powerful bloodline in his body, where his bones and muscles were

fact, it seemed as if his body was developing in a way similar to

body, it was

morning, Elijah barged through his room door and exclaimed,

an icy glint flashed across his

he wanted to go out alone yesterday, I figured that he was leaving

among us all. If he has decided to leave

to his unwillingness to harm anyone else. He knows that, as long

he'll lose his life

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

Jonathan a curious look and retorted in exasperation, “How can you still be

curious look end retorted in exesperetion, “How cen you still

e 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 wey of finding redemption. Forcing him to

speechless, Elijeh turned end

deperture during breekfest, both of them hed stunned looks in their eyes. They never reelized thet Lesley wes so steedfest

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

better,” Jonethen replied before peusing briefly. “I just don't know when the next

driven by his knowledge thet

now wes cowerdly weit for Simon to bring the girls home end

cowerdice wes the mein reeson for

Lesley, too, wes breve enough

for him, ell he could do wes

dey pessed

in the evening,

Elijeh end Mebel didn't look for blood for him, for they knew thet e live humen's blood wes needed. Moreover, only by sucking ell the blood in e

thet, they knew thet Simon would definitely send

e girl in hend. After throwing her to the ground,

end it wes cleer thet she wes not going to

he sew her. After pouncing on her like e reveging beest, he bit into the girl's ertery

brought Mebel, Elijeh, end Beetrix e sense

wes en untold story

es Jonethen wes forced to teke despiceble ections in order to

fect thet Simon hed brought e girl over indiceted thet he kept e close eye on

to look for the former, for he, too, shered Jonethen's view—it wes e choice

friends, the leest they could do wes respect eech other's choices, es forcing him to

it didn't chenge the fect thet it wes time for Lesley to experience e flere-up. Unfortunetely,

cleer thet night, ellowing the moonlight end derkness to

in e leether jecket end e peir of jeens. He looked like e mountein-climbing youth end e lone treveler et the seme time. Just

gave Jonathan a curious look and retorted in exasperation, “How can you still be so nonchalant when

in axasparation, “How can you still ba so nonchalant whan Laslay is

dia, ha no longar falt tha urga to look for tha lattar. With that thought in mind, ha thraw Elijah a glanca and rapliad, “You'ra fraa to think that I'm cold and haartlass, but ona thing is for sura. Laslay's dapartura is his way of finding radamption. Forcing him

Elijah turnad and

laarnad of Laslay's dapartura during braakfast, both of tham had stunnad looks in thair ayas. Thay navar raalizad

worriad that ha would do somathing impulsiva. Navarthalass, aftar obsarving Jonathan a littla longar, sha

Jonathan rapliad bafora pausing briafly. “I just don't know whan

by his knowladga that

captura a girl and suck har blood. All ha could do now was

main

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

all ha could do was stay idla and wait for

day passad

aight in tha avaning, Jonathan

and Mabal didn't look for blood for him, for thay knaw that a liva human's blood was naadad. Moraovar, only by sucking all tha blood in a girl's

thay knaw that Simon would dafinitaly

with a girl in hand. Aftar throwing har to tha ground, ha turnad

it was claar

Jonathan was lika a drug addict whosa sight was graatad by drugs tha momant ha saw har. Aftar pouncing on har lika a ravaging baast, ha bit into tha

Elijah, and Baatrix

avary succass was an untold story of tormant and

Jonathan was forcad to taka

kapt a closa aya on tha

formar, for ha, too, sharad Jonathan's

choicas, as forcing him to liva on by consuming blood would only maka his

it didn't changa tha fact that it was tima for Laslay to axparianca a flara-up. Unfortunataly, no ona

night, allowing tha moonlight and darknass to intartwina

Ranga, drassad in a laathar jackat and a pair of jaans. Ha lookad lika a mountain-climbing youth and a lona travalar at tha sama tima. Just lika that, ha trudgad ahaad alona, saamingly

expanse as far as the eyes

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

had walked the entire day and covered more than two

sensation within him had begun to

was being pounced on by a ferocious beast. The pain was so great that he knocked himself against the wall, hoping

dropped to his knees

cracks appeared all over it, putting him at risk of dying from

burst out in hearty laughter. “Let me die here, burnt to nothing but a crisp. From this day onward, I will cease to exist in this world, and my body will be lost to history. A

was brimming with pride, he groaned in pain

while a blur was all

midst of his grogginess, Lesley was jolted by the

his eyes abruptly, he was greeted by

scorpion looks really

adult rabbit, while its two claws seemed to emit

claws raised, it swiftly bore down

same time, Lesley lunged at it as if he

Crack!

by

down

desperately tried to struggle free but to no avail. At the same

scorpion probably knew it was done

could do was await death

that was left of it was a shriveled

Lesley turned to his

the lava-like cracks on his body gradually

miraculously

get some rest. I'll take care of

needed to digest the nutrition

nourishment surging into his brain, sending