Siva (Volume 6) Dead Man Island

Chapter 116: A Twisted Love

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Chapter 116: A Twisted Love
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It wasn't even night, yet, the coldness in his body was being negated by the warm blend in his hand.

Surrounded by the smell iron and the stench of death, it was easy to lose one's senses and think of many things at the same time.

For those who've tasted the waters at the edge of life and death, it was a familiar feeling.

For those who had weird fetishes like him who always see this kind of event as if it was nothing, it was a familiar sight but a different perspective.

This kind of scene was normal for someone as coolheaded and calm as Augustus Laniary. Even if the end of the world is happening in front of him, he wouldn't even shrink back and instead will beam a wide smile while sipping the same blend on his cup as it passes off.

He was one who enjoys his plans happening, like watching a sea of dominoes fall down to its place and creates a big beautiful picture of a mess. He loves that kind of feeling.

They call it a condition, a syndrome, but he calls it a hobby. It was his solace. It was his purpose. It was the reason he was alive.

AG had long ago embraced his nature.

He loves it when his plans are causing chaos. And of the different kinds of chaos he'd conducted in the past, a calculated chaotic situation is the most beautiful of all the kinds there is.

Blood was nothing more to him but a decoration or an ensuing product of a well-planned chaotic situation. In fact, if he can help it, he'd rather not see blood and instead only see the product of his efforts: chaos birthed by his well-placed plans.

Of course, he had plotted so many chaotic events that he had gone bored with them.

And so... he upped the game.

But for every kind of man in existence, there is always an origin to which it all started from. It may be a condition, an event, a family member, or an accident... for Augustus Laniary, it was his Father.

He was 9, during a time when he was being trained as a businessman by his Father, that he encountered a particular file on his computer.

[Project Salvation]

It was a design of sorts; centering on a universe-like world that existed within a single person.

—a possibility that a person has the ability to be a [God] within a tangible personal world.

It was a hypocritically hypothetical world.

And yet there was a certain charm to it. Because of how the Humans developed their technology, it was possible to map out a certain trend and also a certain pattern, to which it leads to a certain kind of probability where everything stated in the plan called [Project Salvation], could come true.

To become an absolute ruler of a world where it was tangibly true and could affect the real world...

It was a utopia of sorts and it could exist in the real world and not exist in it at the same time.