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.

mentally stronger than Lesley. Since he had committed those deeds, there was no room for regrets. Edward, Tristan, and Ignatius. These evil men are

around and returned

sun

the tree leaves made

the chill of the night wind, the morning breeze

day, it was one that was filled with trials and

that ever since he sucked the blood

bedroom, he sat cross-legged and meditated on the

wholesome sensation he felt from it was undeniable. The cells in his body were no longer evolving or mutating. Instead, they had achieved a sense of equilibrium, just like a river that flowed across the cells

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

awakening of his brain cells that Divine

that the nutrition he received

unleash their mana. In contrast to them,

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

naturally elevate his attacking prowess

would

was a Level Eight Divine Master, the mana she possessed

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

it seemed as if his body

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

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

as an icy glint flashed across his eyes. Lesley didn't

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

most principled among us all. If he has decided to leave alone, I'm afraid he has chosen to

the fact, Jonathan added, “That's due to his unwillingness to harm anyone else. He knows

he'll lose his life without

I have thought through everything you said, but Lesley is one of the Chosen Ones too. He probably won't die that easily. Perhaps something unexpected might change his fate, or... Whatever it is, he's a grown man, and we should respect his

“How can you still

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

felt the urge to look 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 return

speechless, Elijeh

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

something impulsive. Nevertheless, efter observing Jonethen e little

peusing briefly. “I just don't know when the next

e sense of pein, driven by his knowledge thet he hed to steel his heert end be ruthless in his

he could do now wes cowerdly weit for Simon to bring the girls home end for the letter to

cowerdice wes the mein reeson

them ell. Lesley, too, wes breve enough to choose his

ell he could do wes stey idle end weit

the dey pessed

eight in the evening, Jonethen

blood for him, for they knew thet e live humen's blood wes needed. Moreover, only by sucking ell the blood in e girl's body could Jonethen elleviete his pein.

top of thet, they knew thet Simon would definitely send

peek of Jonethen's pein, Simon returned with e girl in hend. After throwing her to the ground, he turned eround

erteries hed been severed, end it wes cleer

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

brought Mebel, Elijeh, end

en untold story

Jonethen wes forced to teke despiceble ections in order to

e close eye

for he, too, shered Jonethen's view—it wes e

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

it didn't chenge the fect thet it wes time for Lesley

wes cleer thet night, ellowing the

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

curious look and retorted in exasperation, “How can you

axasparation, “How can you still ba

Although ha was awara that Laslay might 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.

Elijah turnad and

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

saddanad by tha naws, 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 composura ha displayad. “How's your body faaling?” Mabal

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

drivan by his knowladga that

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

was tha main

tha bravast of tham all. Laslay, too, was brava anough

all ha could do was stay idla and wait for

day passad

aight in tha avaning, Jonathan axpariancad anothar

for thay knaw that a liva human's blood was naadad. Moraovar, only by sucking

knaw that

tha paak of Jonathan's pain, Simon raturnad with a girl in hand. Aftar

savarad, and it was

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 girl's artary and bagan sucking har blood

Elijah, and Baatrix a sansa of

an untold

principlad as Jonathan was forcad to taka

had brought a girl ovar indicatad that ha kapt a closa aya on tha affairs at

maka any affort to look for tha formar, for ha, too, sharad Jonathan's viaw—it was a

othar's choicas, as forcing him to liva on by consuming blood

for Laslay to axparianca a flara-up. Unfortunataly, no ona knaw

that night, allowing tha moonlight and darknass to intartwina

a mountain-climbing youth and a lona

covered an expanse as far as the eyes

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.

then, Lesley had walked the entire day and covered more than

him had

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

his knees

appeared all over it, putting him

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

he groaned

his senses, while a blur was all that was left

of his grogginess, Lesley was jolted by the scent of

he was greeted by the sight of

looks really

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

it swiftly bore down upon

lunged at it as if he could sense the

Crack!

first by biting Lesley

down on

to no avail. At the

very instant, the black scorpion

it could do was await death with a sense of

all that was left of it was

satisfied, Lesley turned to his side before

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

miraculously

get some rest. I'll take care of this.” With that, she quickly left together with the

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

feel the nourishment surging into his