Death... and me

After that, Rean noticed something. "Wait, if what you said is true, then I might really have killed some parents here..."

It was then that a voice came from the back. "So what? Once you decide to oppress and kill people, you have to be ready to be oppressed and killed. Since they didn't care about the others' lives, so shouldn't you."

Rean didn't even need to turn around to know that it was Roan who responded to him. "What are you doing here? Aren't you doing something to relax somewhere else?"

Rean then looked at Roan and was surprised by what he saw. "Wait, where did you get this kid?"

Roan just so happened to be carrying the kid with the good sensory abilities he found during his stroll. "He kept following me, so I caught him."

"Following you?" Rean knew very well what it meant to be able to follow Roan. "Were you letting him follow you on purpose? There's no way you would be followed if you didn't want to."

Roan agreed with Rean, saying, "Indeed, if I simply used the cultivation difference to speed away, he obviously wouldn't be able to follow me. However, I did truly hide my presence in other ways. I used your Light and Divine Sense bending skill, I covered my tracks, and I didn't let my smell waft in his direction. The only thing I didn't do was use my speed to let him lag behind. Believe it or not, he was able to follow me with perfect precision. He always knew where I was."

Rean, obviously, was shocked to hear such a thing. "Hey, kid. Did you put a tracker on Roan?" Rean had to go to Roan's back to ask it. That's because Roan was carrying the kid as if he was a big sack of grains.

The kid felt helpless at this point. It didn't matter what he did. He couldn't get free from Roan. "I... I was just curious. He helped me against the bad guys, so I followed him to see what he was doing."

Rean looked in surprise at Roan after hearing that. "You? Helping the people in need? I just hope the world doesn't end tomorrow."

Falangia didn't want to intervene, but it did look like they had forgotten her existence. "Ahem... Rean and... Roan, right? Did you two really stay in Dry Sky City to rest?"

Roan looked at Falangia and then at the ball of Light Element with Rana's shape inside Falangia's house. However, he didn't care about that much, so he didn't ask anything. "We did indeed decide to take a respite in this city."

It was then that Falangia noticed that the people began to gather around once again. Obviously, they were looking at Rean's group and all the bodies on the ground. "Er... can you come to my house first? We can talk some more there."

Rean, who was quite curious about the kid Roan was carrying, nodded in response. "Oh, right! Yeah, let's go there. You three can go ahead first. I can't let the street be dirtied like this. Otherwise, some disease might spread."

Falangia nodded and guided Roan inside her rundown house. As for Rean, he raised his hand as Fire Element gathered around him. Sure enough, Rean was very good at controlling the Fire Element. Thanks to his perfect Yang Energy manipulation, he was almost as good as a real Fire Element Affinity cultivator.

*Shuaaaaaa!*

Suddenly, fire spread across the bodies on the ground, casting an infernal heat in the surroundings. The people were even forced to retreat several meters because of that, for the heat was too high for them to resist. It only lasted a few seconds, though. The fire then disappeared in a flash, and there wasn't even smoke to tell the tale. If not for the remnant ash on the ground, one would hardly believe that there was a fire in this place a moment ago. The bodies had completely disappeared to the point that there were almost no ashes in the end. "Well, that should take care of the issue."

Rean then turned around and entered Falangia's house once again. As for the people, they all rushed to the area where the bodies were a moment ago. The reason? That's because Rean spared the spatial rings of those people, so they all wanted to take them.

Back inside Falangia's house, the fake 'Rana' brought Rafatia back to the living room. Well, the house only had two rooms to start with, the bedroom and the living room, which was connected through a small kitchen.

"Mommy!" Rafatia immediately hugged Falangia's legs, afraid of the black-haired guy who appeared. The fact he was carrying a kid like a sack of grains didn't help either.

Roan narrowed his eyes, staring at her until Rean entered the room to complain. "Stop starring at the little girl. Can't you see that your face can even summon the devil himself when you narrow your eyes? She's becoming scared."

Roan's mouth twitched in response. "How about I be the devil that will punish you? Would you like that?"

Rean shrugged his shoulders, saying, "You complain of me when it's you who scare the kids. So small, oh so small..."

"Hmph!" Roan then put the boy down and looked at Rean. "Anyways, I brought the boy here to see if you can find anything different about him. I don't know which race he's from and if it is his race's abilities that can track others."

"I don't think it'll be easy to guess his race," Falangia said as she looked at the boy. The boy's skin was slightly blue-silver in color, not that he was sick, of course. That was just his natural color. Still, that was hard to notice as one had to pay very close attention to see that small difference in the skin color compared to a human. In his eyes, there were three pupils, all three also being blue-silver to different extents. And last but not least, his hair. His hair was still a mix of blue-silver, but the color was very apparent compared to the other parts of his body.

Rean and Roan then looked at Falangia after that, asking, "Why?"

Falangia sighed before pointing at herself, then Rafatia, and finally at the boy. "We're all fruits of unwanted pregnancies. Unless a race is too different from the other, the rapings that happen only increase the mixing of bloodlines. Even I don't know which race I'm from. My mother didn't know either, and she has passed away already. This boy is definitely in the same boat."

The twins had to admit Falangia was right. "Well, his sensory abilities might be the result of such mixing..."