Chapter 143 – Hyperfocus

Body tired. Heard cries from the east of the mansion. It was a kid and a servant. They could not see my face. I let them go. No need to kill a kid and the maid. I walked out of the mansion. Mind tired. Limbs are heavy. Needed rest or I’ll faint. Looked up and saw floating words.

Objective: Rest

The new ability is helpful. Discovered it lately, helps me focus single-focus as if I am playing a game. It is double-edged. Could kill me if don’t manually rest my body. I had to rest. So I rested it back on my shack. Woke up and it was morning. Felt that I had a bad aroma. Looked up and I saw that the objective was floating. I push the words away. My mind cleared. Head hurt so much. A side-effect of too much focus brought upon by the ability.

Strolled outside and looked around. No people stalking me. No gazed coming from everywhere. Mind hurts. I took a blue pill. Head hurt less. Recalled the man I killed and his last words at me. Why am I doing this? I don’t know. At first only wanted to kill the bastards that made Silo take his own life.

But found out that there was more to it. Each time I kill there was more. I couldn’t tell how many times I blundered. I had to stay focus. I had to scheme and considered every possibility. I made contingency for the infiltrators. Thought they were good people. But they killed innocent and discriminated against the people. They were planning to kill me. I had to kill them first. It also worked in my favor. Now they think that they are all dead.

Found myself on some boulevard. I ate a piece of bread and cheese. I couldn’t roam around the place with all my weapons and equipment. So I had to wear the piece of clothing that I bought from a store. A simple jacket and pants along with a pair of boots. My last clothing got too bloody and cut. I had to discard it.

Went around the city and listened in. There was a herald announcing news and propaganda. Security was lifted. The guy I killed wasn’t discovered yet it seems. That’s good. I walked around this plaza. The whole city had a baroque and gothic appearance to it. There were many pious men and women. All of them are zealous. Not cartoony evil as I imagined.

I couldn’t blame the Templars. They were working for the Lord Officiator who was now hiring good men to protect him. It was impossible trying to kill him without having hundreds of Templars coming after me. I couldn’t do it straight anymore without the infiltrators. I had to apply for a job there. They asked for my name. I told them my name was Stan. They made me shoot a few targets. I got bull’s eyes on each target. Then they asked me how much of a man of God I am. I quoted some phrases from the bible. They took it as my own words and I got a job standing near the door of the Lord Officiator.

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They said that I should show up tomorrow. They gave me my uniform. As for the gun, I would have to leave it behind. It didn’t bother me. I’ve no need for the outdated gun. I can probably smuggle my weapons in.

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They found the body. They won’t be able to find me. They wouldn’t suspect that the pious Stan would be the person that was killing them. The work was rather tedious. I need to put a fake smile. And bootlick the people around me. I acted piously. I have a few words that I remembered.

The people in the Lord Officiator’s office were pampered and pompous. Most would look at me funny. They are a bunch of rich arrogant bastards. But as long as you praise them or compliment them. They would forgive you. I made sure to act like a good worker. But I didn’t risk getting too much attraction. I just did what I did. It took me weeks and since I didn’t actively kill anyone. The security of the city went back to normal.

I eavesdrop usually. They think that the assailant has died along with the infiltrators. And they barely talk about what happened as if the incident didn’t happen in the first place. Most of the folks around the Lord Officiator’s building were talking about the incoming winter.

Usually, I would get to see the Lord Officiator. If it was for the floating words that I could see above my head. I would have long pointed my rifle and blasted his head off.

Objective: Patiently kill the Lord Officiator.

It was a big help. But in return, I have to suffer extreme headaches and a case of vertigo. It doesn’t help that my vision goes black and white. Because of this ability that I was able to keep myself calm and steady. I just needed to look at the floating words.

It was the sixth month of the year. There was snow that would occasionally fall. The weather was getting cold. And it made it easy for me to sneak inside goods that I needed. I didn’t have their help anymore. I was not stupid enough to anger the whole of the Holy Midland. I was angry and seething. But I was patient and calm with fury.

That person asked me why I am doing all of this. I answered that I did it for my friend. I only wanted to live my life quietly. Yet I realized that waiting for things to happen was a mistake. My passiveness was a mistake. I needed to be proactive. I needed to make sure that when things happened I am ready. I have realized that and I am not making the same mistake again. Still, it doesn’t mean that I am omnipotent and that I would know all of the answers.

I know that I killed a lot of people lately. Indeed, maybe I was as bad as the people that I am killing. I didn’t want any of this. But they forced me. They forced me to be as cruel as them. God may forgive them. But I won’t.