So I Am A Demon Descendent!

Chapter 377: Life And Death, Father And Daughter

Chapter 377: Life And Death, Father And Daughter

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Chills ran down the God of War’s back, as if the girl who got up again was the devil crawling out of hell. However, there was no trace of fear on his face, just an undetectable relief.

There were goosebumps on his back, and every nerve in the body was tensed, transmitting signals to his brain to retreat.

The wind raged, as San Wu’s hair whipped around in the wind and her clothes billowed. That was a storm generated from the qi around her body, as ever-powerful jets of qi spewed from her pores.

If she dyed her hair white, the girl in front of him who had a hurricane raging around her could play the role of the white-haired witch. No one was more suitable than her.

No, she was colder than the white-haired witch. The brutal tide of violence in her red pupil faded and was replaced by a deep, cold water. She abandoned her feelings, her emotions and joys, and became a real, cold and emotionless weapon.

“It worked...” God of War muttered.

At this moment, the man’s expression was very complex. San Wu was the weapon he built with his own hands.

He personally strangled San Wu’s desire for emotion, creating her to be a robot that lacked common sense, social competence, and someone who didn’t understand joy and grief.

San Wu was one of the most unusual of the Class A killers in history. In the history of the Ancient Gods Clan, there were no more than five seeds like her.

Yes, seeds... The seeds of becoming Gokudo masters.

About 100 years ago, a genius was born from the Ancient Gods Clan’s Class A killers. He was a supreme Gokudo master. During his active days, the Buddhist society was like his lackey.

It was a time when the Unparalleled War Spirit was sealed and Demonic Priest had not yet emerged.

However, after this supreme Gokudo master fell, the Ancient Gods Clan had no more Gokudo masters. He was a Gokudo master without an inheritor. It was not that he didn’t want to find one, but that he couldn’t find the right person to inherit it.

The Gokudo master was born without emotions and did not have the ability to love. The path he walked was only suitable for people like him.

The terms “inhumane” and “cold-blooded animals” are often used to describe some of the most heinous criminals, but “evil” was also an emotion, albeit negative.

Do people without emotion really exist?

Perhaps, like that Gokudo master.

These kinds of people were extremely rare. They couldn’t even find one out of a thousand. The Ancient Gods Clan had searched for qualified children all over the world, and for decades they have never seen anyone born without emotions. Since they couldn’t find someone who was born with it, perhaps they could cultivate it. Thus, they started to explore this.

They also considered accomplishing this through surgery, but the conditions were limited. Even if they managed to create people without emotions, it often had some aftereffects, such as signs like dementia and mental retardation.

Then, they came up with a fairly workable plan, using “education” to erase individual’s emotions and condition them. After numerous experiments, they found that this method was feasible, although it was hard to succeed.

He was trained as a seed, and cultivated the techniques of that Gokudo master from a young age. He walked step by step along the path he had taken. However, all the seed players end up stuck at the top S-class, because none of them can really shake off their emotions.

Until now, a weapon like San Wu, who had been cultivated for more than a decade, was finally shaped. Her future path was bound to be unobstructed. The Divine Soldier was already in place, and the owner who should have taken control of it was long gone.

San Wu charged towards the God of War and she was so fast that one couldn’t even see her. She spun in the air, and raised her arm, drawing a half-arc.

Bang!

God of War held his arms up to block, and the two’s qi collided like a bomb exploding, raging wind and dust flying around them.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

With one punch after another, San Wu looked like a machine who will never get exhausted. She attacked with a wooden expression and dealt repeated punches.

The soul of that 10-year-old girl was crying.

The soul of that 15-year-old girl was roaring.

Kill you? I just have to kill you and this will end, right?

Spurt!

Her fist pierced through God of War’s chest, destroying his heart into pieces. God of War suddenly froze. He looked down and stared at the arm piercing through his chest, then looked up into the girl’s cold eyes. He grinned and laughed silently, his gums and teeth stained with blood.

Fourteen years ago, at the Ancient Gods Clan’s training camp. God of War, a Class A killer, went to observe the 10-year-old children’s awakening ceremony.

In the Ancient Gods Clan, there was a tradition of the previous generation of Class A killers, who had the duty and responsibility to choose their successors.

God of War knew that there were several brilliant and intelligent children, No. 1, No. 9, and No. 44 in the camp, whom he had shortlisted as a candidate for succession. As for who he would choose depended on their superpowers after awakening and their future performance.

It turned out that the God of War was right that the candidates were the fastest among all the children to awaken. Their superpowers were powerful or unique, and were all capable of becoming Class A killers.

He watched the awakening ceremony quietly and was planning to leave. Class A killers were busy with missions, and he should leave after watching. However, at this point, a little girl caught his attention.

She was scooped out of the water by the instructor, unconscious.

“Strange, she has already awakened. Why is she so weak that she can’t even shatter a water tank?” The instructor muttered in confusion and gave her CPR.

When God of War noticed her, she awoke. The little girl had a wooden expression and empty eyes. It was like white paper, empty, but clean.

“Who is she?” God of War asked the Commander-in-Chief of the training camp.

“No. 3. If I remember correctly, she is the Yang family’s orphan, the Yang family that you personally led a team to destroy.”

“How’s her performance like?”

“Average in every aspect.”

“She’ll be my disciple.”

“But... The Yang family’s object manipulation superpower is not strong. She is not qualified.”

God of War did not answer his reasons and left indifferently.

The next day, the Commander-in-Chief contacted God of War gleefully, saying that they had found a treasure. The girl’s superpower was precision strike which was an extraordinary superpower. She was born to be an assassin.

The Yang family’s superpower was object manipulation, and the girl was indeed the Yang family’s orphan. However, she probably awakened the superpower inherited from her mother.

Her mother may not be a demon descendant, but there should be a good proportion of the ancient demon genes in her body.

The Commander-in-Chief praised God of War for having a keen eye. However, God of War never revealed the real reason and he has never told anyone.

It was because San Wu resembled his daughter. Her overall features were not similar, but her eyes resembled his daughter’s so much, it was as if they were carved out from a mould.

After God of War stepped down from the front line, he gloriously ended his career as an assassin who killed countless people.

Like all previous Class A assassins, he entered the top ranks of the Ancient Gods Clan, he formed a family and had his own wife and child. He had a daughter.

However, in an accident, God of War was seriously wounded by his enemies in a sneak attack. He fled the siege with his strength, leaving his wife and daughter behind forever.

The one who betrayed him was his best friend.

That year, his daughter was 10. That was the age at which he met San Wu. This was the daughter that God returned to him... That was what God of War thought.

An assassin could not have friends or even a loved one. That was the lesson that God of War learned when he lost two loved ones. Butchers like them who had blood on their hands could not, and did not deserve to have friends. Thus, the first thing he taught San Wu was loneliness.

This master and apprentice duo, or, arguably, father and daughter duo, had their own opinions.

The daughter felt that her father was cruel, violent, cold and ruthless. He was like a nightmare in her life.

The father has always taught his daughter a truth, a truth that an assassin should understand, a truth that left a deep mark in his life.

First, when she was 10 and 15 years old. Next, when she was 23 years old, at the Inner Mongolia grasslands. Then, during the night in Sanliban Village.

What he had been doing was just teaching his daughter a lesson in life.

Two angles had constructed two completely different people.

Every child had a period of rebellion, and every father has a stubborn side. Years later, the daughter suddenly realized her father’s efforts and the father was losing his sharp edges and dominance as he grew older.

They still had a chance to reconcile in the good times. The father could be kind and the daughter could be filial.

Unfortunately, San Wu and God of War were not a normal father and daughter duo. There was no chance of reconciliation and no chance of mutual understanding in their conflict.

Either the daughter would lead her life like a nightmare or the father will go to hell with his reasoning.

Today, it was the daughter who had finally ended this cursed relationship.

Once one’s heart is destroyed and, without special treatment, even demon descendants like God of War would face death like ordinary people. The difference was the speed of death.

Looking at the weapon he made himself, God of War smiled with relief. “You finally understand what I taught you...”

His head lolled weakly, his massive body leaning on San Wu’s arm. This ex-Class A assassin of the Ancient Gods Clan, had finally ended his life of honor and humiliation.

Together with the Ancient Gods Clan he was always loyal to, they became the dust of history.