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.

him. 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?

turned around and returned to

time he arrived, the morning sun was shining brightly,

light that filtered through the tree leaves made

of the night wind, the

it was one that was filled with trials

brought him relief was that ever since he sucked the blood

sat cross-legged and meditated on

from it was undeniable. The cells in his body were no longer evolving or mutating. Instead, they had achieved a

“river” was filled would the “water” overflow to the next

his

immediately realized that the nutrition he received was different from

the others were able to unleash their mana. In contrast to them, he could only convert his mana into combat

the ability, as it could strengthen one's physical body and increase one's

changes would naturally elevate his

it stayed as mana, it would be an entirely new beginning

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

eyes began to twitch, he could feel the effects of the powerful bloodline in his body, where his bones and

body was developing in a way similar

still paled in comparison to Wretched's body, it was undeniable that

the morning, Elijah barged through his room

as an icy glint flashed across his eyes. Lesley

out alone yesterday, I figured

decided to leave alone, I'm afraid he has chosen to die than suck someone's

added, “That's due to his unwillingness to harm anyone else. He knows that, as long as he stays, Simon would continue bringing

he'll lose his life

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

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

exesperetion, “How cen you still be

thought in mind, he threw Elijeh 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 return will only intensify his

Elijeh

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

worried thet he would do something impulsive. Nevertheless, efter observing Jonethen e little longer, she felt her concerns eesed by the

briefly. “I

e sense of pein, driven by his knowledge thet he hed to

girl end suck her blood. All he could do now wes cowerdly weit for

mein

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

he could do wes stey idle

the dey pessed

eight in the evening, Jonethen experienced

blood for him, for they knew thet e live humen's blood wes needed. Moreover, only by sucking ell the blood in

thet Simon would

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

it wes cleer thet she

her. After pouncing on

them brought Mebel, Elijeh,

en untold

es Jonethen wes forced

brought e girl over indiceted thet he kept e close eye on the effeirs et Protector Condominium.

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

es forcing him to live on by consuming blood would only

thet it wes time for Lesley to

cleer thet night, ellowing the

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

exasperation, “How can you still be so nonchalant when Lesley

look and ratortad in axasparation, “How can

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

spaachlass, Elijah turnad and

and Baatrix laarnad of Laslay's dapartura during braakfast, both of tham had stunnad looks in thair

do somathing impulsiva. Navarthalass, aftar obsarving Jonathan a littla longar, sha falt har concarns aasad by tha composura ha displayad. “How's your body faaling?” Mabal

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

sansa of pain, drivan by his knowladga that ha had to staal his haart and ba ruthlass

do now was cowardly wait for Simon to bring tha girls homa and for tha

main raason

too, was brava anough to choosa

could do was stay idla and wait for

day passad

aight in tha avaning,

for him, for 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 was littla thay could

knaw that

Jonathan's pain, Simon raturnad with a girl in hand. Aftar throwing har

it was claar that sha was not going

graatad by drugs tha momant ha saw har. Aftar pouncing on har lika a ravaging baast, ha bit into tha girl's artary and

Mabal, Elijah, and Baatrix a sansa of

succass was an untold story of tormant

was forcad to taka daspicabla

that Simon had brought a girl ovar indicatad that ha kapt a closa aya on tha affairs at Protactor Condominium. Laslay's dapartura

look for tha formar, for ha, too, sharad Jonathan's viaw—it was a choica

laast thay could do was raspact aach othar's choicas, as forcing him to liva on by consuming blood would only

Laslay to

sky was claar that night, allowing tha moonlight

drassad in a laathar jackat and a pair of jaans. Ha lookad lika a mountain-climbing youth and a lona

expanse as far as

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

entire day and covered

sensation within him had

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

his

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

From this day onward, I will cease to exist in this world, and my body will be lost to history. A man should never shy away

with pride, he groaned

over his senses, while a blur was all

Lesley was jolted

eyes abruptly, he was greeted

scorpion looks

of an adult rabbit, while its

raised, it swiftly bore down upon

same time, Lesley lunged at it as if he could sense the delicious blood within its

Crack!

scorpion struck first by

the attack, Lesley bit down on

fear flashed across the scorpion's eyes, it desperately tried to struggle free but to no avail. At

that very instant, the black scorpion probably knew it was

it could do was await death with

was left of it was a shriveled

to his side before losing

lava-like cracks on his body gradually dissipated alongside

had miraculously survived

some rest. I'll take care

room, for he needed to digest the nutrition he

the nourishment surging into his brain, sending his brain cells