Mr. Melancholy Wants To Live A Peaceful Life

CHAPTER 68

When he got out the acupressure mat, many images flashed through Yuan Luori's mind. This must be what it was like when your life flashed in front of your eyes before you died, like a movie recalling your bleak and oblivious life, ending with a sigh and regrets about your past deeds. What had he done in his whole brief and stupid life? When he had first come to the studio, he had held a dagger to Yu Hua's neck and threatened him to walk out and not look back.

Thinking back on it, if Yu Hua hadn't wanted to cover up his identity as the clearer, then wouldn't Yuan Luori have been dead a hundred times over then? Oh, no, there was no need to die a hundred times over. Yuan Luori's gaze fell on Director Ha. Seeing the faint bomb in Director Ha's body, he had guessed who Director Ha had been originally. 

He and the black-cloaked man had plotted against Destroyer 192 and had stood with the Protector on the roof, facing 192. Destroyer 192 hadn't even spared a single glance for him then, but now the husky let him brush its fur, take it for walks, pick up its poop, and give it baths. The world was changeable; life was truly full of ups and downs.

In Yuan Luori's eyes, Director Ha's bomb was a little black ball with a fuse on it. The spark of the fuse was extinguished, and the bomb was gradually becoming transparent. It was nearly invisible. But it seemed that at Director Ha's tail, there were two long threads stretching away. Yuan Luori couldn't clearly see what was at the ends of those threads.

What did this mean? The extinguished bomb becoming transparent symbolized that Director Ha's past ability had vanished, but why would there be two threads? Yuan Luori couldn't understand it. He looked at Huan Zixu and saw a blue particular energy hidden in his brain and a lotus flower growing on his tongue. The blue energy was like Director Ha's bomb, nearly invisible; it was inactive. 

The tongue...this must have been his inherent skill. Recalling Huan Zixu's eloquence at the base, he thought that he really was as glib as though he had a lotus flower growing on his tongue. But what did it matter what ability he had? Wasn't he ignorantly trapped in the studio all the same, still naïvely believing that he could resist Yu Hua?

As his thoughts floated back to Yu Hua, Yuan Luori in spite of himself remembered the very beginning, when he hadn't lost his ability yet and had carelessly signed the employment contract. He had sat at the studio's only desk, bossing Yu Hua around, all "stupid native this," "ignorant human that," "waste of space with no combat ability..."

In the studio, right in front of Yu Hua's face, he had spoken fervently to Zhen Li, telling him that the great master clearer was his savior, his idol. While he had been talking, he had even made Yu Hua pour him a cup of water!

No wonder Zhen Li had looked like he was keeping himself from saying something then. No wonder Zhen Li's contract was the best in the whole studio. No wonder Yuan Luori had yet to see a hint of his salary and had been eating expired instant noodles all along. He...had only himself to blame!

He had also wanted to kill Yu Hua at the amusement park, make the Protection Organization believe that Yu Hua was a Destroyer, and free himself of suspicion! He had also ruined Yu Hua's date with his husband and shot Yu Hua with an arrow through the chest. Then all of his powers had been removed and his eyes had been damaged. He had suffered many broken bones and spent days recovering at the Protection Organization's base.

The more Yuan Luori remembered, the more he thought that him still being alive was pure philanthropy on Yu Hua's part. He knelt heavily on the acupressure mat, lowering half of his body onto it and burying his face against the mat's little nubs. He was too humiliated to face anyone.

"Yuan Luori, Yuan Luori!" Seeing him looking half dead, Lian Yufan went to pull Yuan Luori up. "What's going on with you, get up!"

"I'm not getting up," Yuan Luori said dully. "I'm too humiliated to live. Just let me rot in peace."