Things had improved between Asher and Sarah after resolving the previous conflict. Asher was still going to work as usual, Emma was making plans for the day of the family trip, and Sarah was watching soap operas a lot, while Jack was lazing a lot, especially because Kasia had told him that she needed at least a month or so. Two months in order to tighten its control over all countries and start preparing the mission's army for the underground, and he would sometimes spend some time with Asher, whom he considered a friend, the only person who, when he saw him, did not get that headache or confusion that covers the rest.

But after only a week, he felt indescribably bored, so he decided to move to the island where that crazy village is located.

Jack got up from his bed and told Sarah that he would go to sleep with one of his friends from work, and as expected, Sarah was totally rejecting the idea, but by using some of Jack's pleading skills, he was able to persuade her with difficulty, but she stipulated that he would not go again. She wanted it to be the last time Jack stayed overnight. Outside the house, he is still young, so his mother will naturally fear for him.

Jack did not intend to do anything spectacular or dangerous in the village; he was just hiding among the bushes, waiting. He just wanted to reduce some of their numbers. On the one hand, they don't really have superhuman abilities or anything like that, but the real danger is their relationship with that lecherous underground saint, or rather, call him the big black monster.

"That lecherous and fallen saint, even after turning into a monster because of his madness and his actions, did not become completely brainless. He responds to the prayers of the current saint of the village, as if he is playing the role of a god or an angel."

In the past, that black monster was considered the third saint to preside over the Fantasy Dragon Church, which was built by the villagers to honor that all-powerful creature. People revere him as a messenger.

Jack stopped remembering the saint's story when he saw a farmer alone. Jack quickly pounced on him and dragged him into the bushes.

Although the cultivator could see the body of a teenager in front of him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move because of that child's great strength.

In the bushes, Jack strangled the farmer very slowly and forcefully and was wrapping around him like a snake to prevent him from flopping, which might make some noise.

"Uh, good. That's one. Hm. Let's see. Maybe I'll kill twenty? Hm. Maybe twenty-five is better." Jack tried his best to balance having fun and not exaggerating the matter, because he knows very well what it would be like if he exaggerated killing while he was in that state of headache. He becomes cold as he sees the world devoid of any color or fullness. With all these NPCs

Jack sighed, then smiled.

"The village has a little more than a hundred people, so why not if a third of the number disappears? Not a big deal, right?" Jack smiled as he decided to enjoy killing thirty of these stupid scumbags.

.......

At the same time, Asher was at work, shocked by something terrible.

"What do you mean half of the products are destroyed?" Usher said

"I don't know, Superintendent. She was perfect when I left, but in the morning I found her like this."

The worker and Ussher were looking at the pile of fibers scattered in the room. They were damp, some smashed, and secreting some liquid. In short, even a non-expert would know that it didn't have to look like that.

Asher sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I will review the surveillance camera video, and whoever caused this mistake will be severely punished."

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"Yes, sir, of course," said the worker decisively, even if he had worked so hard to produce this quantity only to have that effort go like this.

“Now I need to order an increase in next week’s quantity in order to hide this mistake.” Usher thought of a solution when, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his lungs.

Asher grabbed his chest with his hand and started to walk hard.

“Sir, are you alright?”

Usher indicated with his hand that it was okay, but he was really suffering at that moment. Then, after a few moments, the coughing stopped, and Usher saw the palm of his hand covered with a sticky red liquid.

Point looked at his blood, then at his watch.

“It's still early...." Usher looked at a worker before continuing, “I'll be back in two hours; when the others arrive, do your work as planned.”

"Um, yes, sir." The worker was confused and worried about Asher, but he couldn't do anything.

Usher took his bicycle and headed towards one of his friends.

"hi alex"

Asher? Oh, man, I haven't seen you lately.

Yes, I've been busy with my new job.

"Oh congrats! I finally got out of that factory, haha!"

Asher fell silent without answering, which made Alex feel strange, so he raised his eyebrow and asked, "Hey, don't tell me your new job is in that factory."

Asher shook his head in response.

"Come on, Asher, didn't I tell you to stay away from any synthetic materials, especially those fibers? They literally give you cancer!"

"I know, Alex. I know, but no matter how much I try to find another job, there is none, and my new salary is enough to really make my family have everything they want."

"Agh, you and your crazy desire to give your children everything, but my friend! Your health is more important than that. Think a little bit about yourself—always pushing yourself over the edge and not really giving yourself anything!"

He paused, pointing a little, then smiled gently.

"It's my responsibility, Alex. I wanted a family. I wanted children. If I can't take responsibility, who am I?"

"A slave to your perfect dreams"

"Thanks, my friend."

Alex stared at Usher with a deep look before sighing, "Okay, get ready for the scan."

"Yes""

..........

After about three hours, Usher returned to the factory and headed towards the second floor, specifically towards the director's room. Usher knocked three times, then heard the familiar voice of Helen.

"Help yourself."

Asher entered and closed the door behind him. On the bench, Helen looked at the visitor for a moment before turning back to the documents on the computer screen on her desk.

Asher came forward and then sat on the opposite seat and said

"I need to order an increase in the quantity of items for next week due to an accident that occurred today."

"It depends on the quantity. If it's too much, I'll divide it into two weeks," said Helen coldly, without even looking at the point.

Asher thanked her and then paused for a while before saying

"I will also ask for a leave after three weeks, specifically the third and fourth days of the next month."

"You have the audacity to ask for a vacation after working only for a month, and you even made a mistake that will affect our budget." There was a cold tone in her voice, this time with a serious look on her pretty face.

"I know, but please, just this once."

"Oh, and why is that? I'm not doing anyone a favor right now."

Asher paused for a moment hesitantly; he didn't want to use that thing, but now he really needed that vacation, so he had to show her.

"Just... look at this." Jack pulled a piece of paper from an envelope he'd been carrying in a bag earlier.

Helen held the paper and read the address.

"Extensive medical examination of patient Asher Wilson" Helen exclaimed, feeling bad about it.

Moments later, her eyes opened wide and her lips trembled. Then she looked at Usher again, but this time she was carrying all the mixed feelings, as if she were asking him to tell her that this is not true, that this is a joke, but Asher's eyes were deep and clear.

"This…this!" Helen couldn't control herself and got up from her seat, but Asher motioned for her to sit down and calm down, then said

"Please keep this between the two of us, at least until I tell my family."

"How... why is this happening to you?"

"There are many reasons it's mentioned there."

"No! I mean, why?! Even though you're a good person, a good father, a loyal husband, and a wonderful friend like a brother, then why? Helen stopped talking when she saw Usher's gentle smile; it wasn't as strong as his smile to bear all the sadness. And suffering in a simple and warm template.

..........

The next day Jack was awake; he did not sleep at night because he was busy hunting the villagers.

Oh, that's good, 32 people in all; now I really need some rest, man." Jack was facing the sea and a big pile of dead bodies covered in weeds behind him before he got up, picked them up, and threw them into the sea one by one to erase his crime for the time being.

Yep, that's good; time to go home now."

Jack thought about the house and then moved there in an instant. He was in front of the door, looking around, only to see that old lady with her dog looking at him in astonishment.

"Oh, don't you have anything better to do, Ush, Ush from here?" Jack said, moving his hand to ward off the old lady before entering the house.

Inside, the place was quiet because it was early, but there was a sound coming from far away. Jack turned to find that Usher had entered his usual office, and he did not notice Jack as he forgot the door was open.

Jack looked at him for a while and then became curious, wanting to know why Asher always got up to go into his office before anything else.

Lightly, Jack headed to the office door and peeked at me.

"Let's see what you want there, haha."

Jack found that the office was full of papers and documents as if it were a government office, and Asher was sitting on the desktop, but his back was facing Jack while he was carrying something in his hand. After a few moments, Asher turned a little, and Jack was able to see the paper.

It was a medical check-up showing that Usher had a few days left in life after suffering from lung cancer.

"What is that?" Jack thought in amazement, but his thoughts were interrupted by a sight that made him shiver.

Asher was there, sitting on the desktop, with something on his face other than a smile. His eyes were narrow, and some glint appeared on either side of them. His lips were sipping a little, and they deviated downwards, while the aura emanating from him gave a feeling of depression.

It was simply Asher's broken and dejected figure, but what Jack felt was more

At that moment, he felt a strange and old feeling, which was incomprehensible to him at first but which he soon remembered.

It feels completely helpless.

At that moment, the pressure on Jack was enormous, and the headache was at its highest level. The world was as if it were splitting into two worlds.

At that moment, Jack whispered the only thing he could feel.

"Isaac...."