𝟻𝚝𝚑 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍: ABO ReConstruction

Before The Fifth World (P1)

As he twirled the glass of wine on his hand, his gaze transferred upon the large glass window. Outside, was a city ruled by advanced technology and futuristic might. It's magnificence showcased through large holographic screens as flying cars passed through incredulously tall skyscrapers.

The man's gaze was filled with calculations as he observed in solemnity.

He downed the wine in one gulp, liquid dripping on the corners of his lips. He set the glass aside on an intricately designed glass table as he took out a tissue and used it to wipe the liquid. Folding the tissue after use, he snapped his fingers and it turned into ashes.

In immediacy, a gentle yet condescending smile bloomed on his face, making his lips curl rather sinisterly. His eyes had a hint of nostalgia, as if he was recalling something that had happened in the past. Then his eyes closed, and his expression gradually turned normal.

Before twisting into something more sinister.

By the time his eyes opened, an abyss of never ending darkness can be seen vaguely hidden in his deep golden irises. A smile of malice twisted on his lips like the forbearing of a dark tragedy. His voice, deep and magnetic, echoed through the spacious office room.

"Little dragon, since you dared to enter my heart, be wary of the consequence it brings."

After the words were said, Lu Shen returned to his ever-smiling facade. His unfeeling, deep and cold eyes  became layered with a fake brightness as they closed in crescents. His lips that were curled with a devious smirk was masked with a smile of kindness. And his aura that was full of cold and ruthless pressure became light, pleasant, and approachable.

Taking out a gold monocle from the pocket of his black suit, he wore it onto his right eye. Clasping both of his gloved hands together, he leaned forwards and looked towards the door located in front. His eyes and expression were full of smiles, like a shining beacon in the midst of darkness.

With a click, the door opened, and in came a young man with bright silver hair. His head was lowered, and his lips were pursed in a small downwards arc. He was fidgeting his clothes as he slowly looked up to meet the smiling eyes of the man in the high-back chair. In his eyes, the man before him was truly a contrast to the gloomy and monotone surroundings. Compared to the room, the man inside looks to be full of bright vitality and none of the dim coldness that surrounds at all.

But he knew, not to judge a book by its cover. The man before him might be full of smiles and looks kind, and once did he believe it so. And what came next slapped him on the face so hard he will remember it for the rest of his near eternal life. He dared to act arrogant, childish, and superior at first. Being like a spoiled arrogant brat in front of his new host who acted like an innocent gentleman willing to indulge him to heavens.

And once the fake mask was torn off after his host snapped, and he finally saw the face that can only be said to be unfeeling. Without emotion, without desire, without kindness, and no sense of proper morality. There was only a blank hollowness like a dark pit with no end. He has no heart, both literally and figuratively.

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Word count is  532