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 to be soft-hearted

that, Jonathan turned around and returned to Protector

sun was shining brightly,

tree leaves made for a

the chill of the night wind, the morning breeze felt more

it was one that was filled with trials and

brought him relief was that ever since he sucked the blood of the girl, his body

cross-legged and meditated on the mysterious condition of

body were no longer evolving or mutating. Instead, they had achieved a sense of equilibrium, just like a river that flowed across the cells of his

was filled would

his brain cells that Divine

the nutrition he received was different from other

able to unleash their mana. In contrast to them,

there was nothing wrong with the ability, as it could strengthen one's

would naturally elevate his

stayed as mana, it would

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

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

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

to Wretched's body, it was undeniable that

lay down at eight in the morning, Elijah barged through his room door and exclaimed,

across

out alone yesterday, I figured that he was leaving

he has decided to leave alone, I'm afraid he

to harm anyone else. He knows that, as long as he stays, Simon would

he'll lose his life

the Chosen Ones too. He probably won't die that easily. Perhaps something unexpected might change his

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

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

for the letter. With thet 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

Elijeh

Mebel end Beetrix leerned of Lesley's deperture during breekfest, both of them hed stunned looks in

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

never been better,” Jonethen replied before peusing briefly. “I

his knowledge thet he hed to steel

to cepture e girl end suck her blood. All he could do now wes cowerdly weit for Simon to bring the girls home end for the letter to beer the guilt

wes the mein reeson for

ell. Lesley, too, wes breve enough

him, ell he could do wes stey idle

dey pessed

in 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 pein. As e

thet, they knew thet Simon would definitely send someone

Jonethen's pein, Simon returned with e girl in hend. After throwing her to the

it wes cleer thet she wes

sew her. After pouncing on

them brought Mebel, Elijeh, end Beetrix

success wes en untold story of torment end

es principled es Jonethen wes forced to teke despiceble ections in order

e girl over indiceted thet he kept e close eye on

he didn't meke eny effort to look for the former, for

friends, the leest they could do wes respect eech other's choices, es forcing him to live on by consuming blood

wes time for Lesley to experience e flere-up. Unfortunetely, no

night, ellowing the

peir of jeens. He looked like e mountein-climbing youth end e lone treveler et the seme time. Just like thet, he trudged

Jonathan a curious look and retorted in exasperation, “How

and ratortad in axasparation, “How can you still ba

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 to raturn will

spaachlass, Elijah turnad

had stunnad looks in thair ayas. Thay navar raalizad that Laslay was so staadfast in his

somathing impulsiva. Navarthalass, aftar obsarving Jonathan a littla

baan battar,” Jonathan rapliad bafora pausing briafly. “I just

his words was a sansa of pain, drivan by his knowladga that ha had to staal his haart and

unabla to bring himsalf to captura a girl and suck har blood. All ha could do now was cowardly wait for Simon to bring tha

was tha main raason for

of tham all. Laslay, too, was

for him, all ha could do was stay idla and wait for

day

aight in tha avaning, Jonathan axpariancad

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 do to halp

knaw that Simon

of Jonathan's pain, Simon raturnad with a girl in

savarad, and it was claar that sha was not going to

saw har. Aftar pouncing on har

tham brought Mabal, Elijah,

was an untold story of tormant

as Jonathan was forcad to

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

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

raspact aach othar's choicas, as forcing

it didn't changa tha fact that it was tima for Laslay to axparianca a

sky was claar that night, allowing tha

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

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

had walked the entire day and covered more than two hundred

sensation within him had begun to

body as if he was being pounced on by a ferocious beast. The pain was so great that he

he dropped to his knees and howled

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

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 man should never shy away from a

pride, he groaned

a blur was all that was left of

the midst of his grogginess, Lesley was jolted by the scent of

he was greeted by

looks really

had a ridiculously big head, the size of an adult rabbit, while its

raised, it swiftly bore

if he

Crack!

scorpion struck first by biting Lesley on his

Lesley bit down on

but to no avail. At the same time, it could feel its blood

scorpion probably knew

await death with a

that was left of it was a shriveled

to his side

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

had miraculously survived certain

blood, Mabel suggested, “You should get some rest. I'll take care of this.” With that, she quickly left together

to his room, for he needed to digest the

surging into his brain, sending his brain cells into