A few seconds later, the explosion ended, and a deathly silence reigned in the alley. Glenn was motionless, frozen like a stone statue. Meanwhile, Lucy watched him. As if to break the silence, she started laughing, laughing out loud, as if what had just happened was the best thing she'd ever experienced.

  "Hahahaha! You should see your face! It's to die for! Hahaha!"

  After a moment, a moment when she was laughing alone, accompanied by a little mockery from the bodyguards, she stopped and then gave a look full of mockery and dominance.

  "What's up? How does it feel? Didn't I tell you? That I was going to inflict an even worse injury on you..."

  She paused, trying as best she could to hold back her laughter.

  "Well, who'd have thought that someone... Something, like you, would care about his mother... It's sad."

  Still trying to suppress her laughter, she snapped her fingers, and instantly, the fifty or so men advanced towards Glenn, alone and frozen.

  "I'll tell you one thing, Glenn." A crazed grin appeared on her face. "Your mother would never have survived anyway; she saw me, and given that you're going to disappear, she'd probably have made some connection between me and your disappearance. So... boom, if you know what I mean."

  Glenn hadn't reacted; he couldn't. It was as if his body refused to move. But he couldn't think of anything, or rather, there were so many different emotions invading his mind that, well, he couldn't even think; his mind and his thoughts were empty.

  His body itself was empty; there was nothing he could do. However, he somehow managed to move his hand and place it in his field of vision.

  "I... I don't feel anything."

  Was that normal? He couldn't feel anything; everything was calm, very calm. Glenn was in a state of total completeness as if all his emotions had disappeared; there was no more stress, anxiety, or fear, but also joy, happiness, and benevolence, leaving only emptiness and nothing.

  He turned his gaze towards the bodyguards; he wasn't afraid; he wasn't waiting for them to come; there was just nothing there. He could see tall ones and short ones, some more muscular than others.

  'Maybe they have a family too?'

  In his own words, Glenn opened his eyes wide; maybe he did have a family. Yet they were taking the liberty of endangering the lives of other people's families. He felt the arrival of an emotion he had felt many times before but to a completely different degree: warmer, stronger, and more painful...

  However, it was when his gaze landed on the young woman, Lucy, the one who had pressed the button, the one who had caused the certain death of Glenn's mother. At the sight of her, his jaw contracted, veins of anger appeared on his body, and his eyes were bloodshot.

  In all his long life, he had never known such anger. It was so strong that he couldn't move. He stared at Lucy but did nothing. His anger was so powerful that he could feel his own blood boiling. He was ready to pounce at any moment, just to break her neck.

  '... Fucking bitch... I'm going to tear you to pieces... '

  Lucy met his gaze, and she instantly started laughing, laughing so hard you'd think she could rip her vocal cords out.

  That was all it took for a door to shatter in Glenn's mind.

  A torrent of hidden emotions was now reaching his heart: the joy of seeing his family again, the disappointment of seeing that they had totally changed, the unbearable fear when he was in the cave, the hope of seeing his family rebuild, and then the disappointment of the death of his father, then his mother. There was also the hope that his sister would remember him, and then the horror of seeing their relationship torn apart. They were no longer brother and sister, just two people with relationships in common.

  And then fear—fear of everything—ever since he had regained consciousness in the cave, he had been afraid of everything. The slightest strange thing made him jump; he was afraid to come and see his mother, to go to his father's grave—he was just afraid of everything.

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  The mixture of all his emotions was too strong and powerful; the torrent filled his mind at such a speed that he was saturated, unable to bear any more. His eyes rolled back, and powerful pains resonated in his body.

  The guards stopped for a second, puzzled by the situation, while Lucy stopped her hysterical laughter and focused her still amused and curious gaze on Glenn.

  After a minute of immense pain, Glenn raised his head, and Lucy gasped for the first time. Glenn's face was veiled in madness, and there were traces of tears under his eyes and on his cheeks. He had gone completely mad; all the emotions he had always repressed exploded in his mind, turning him into a being of pure madness.

  Lucy, who had shown great madness since she met Glenn, had understood the state Glenn was currently in, and it was very dangerous for her and for these men. Under this madness, what would a superman like him be capable of doing?

  "Catch him now! Don't let him get any closer!"

  At his command, all the guards jumped on Glenn; in his state of intense madness, he didn't dodge but decided instead to confront them head-on. Even though he couldn't think straight, one of his emotions had permeated his entire being: anger. He could no longer contain himself.

  Gathering all the power he possessed, he threw his arm in a powerful circular strike, instantly ripping the head off one of the guards.

  Disregarding the fact that he had just killed someone, he leapt forward and brought his arms down on the arms of two men, ripping them off.

  All he could think about now was one thing: ripping out, decimating, and erasing all the people who had tried to kill him and his mother, all the people who had only selfish thoughts, accepting the suffering of others, and seeing it as just 'work'.

  People who cared so little about the deaths of decent people for their own personal gain didn't deserve to live. Glenn was no saint either; he considered his own life and that of his family higher than any other life. He wasn't altruistic—far from it.

  But the current situation affected him personally, and he wanted to kill anyone who got in his way.

  Running forward, he tore, pierced, and killed shamelessly; he was like a god of death dancing in the middle of the battlefield to take the lives of warriors. In just a few seconds, he had already killed a dozen people.

  The men's behaviour changed rapidly from confidence to fear, with each life that this so-called god of death took away adding more fear to their hearts. Lucy's expression had changed too; her amusement, which had then turned to wonder, was now tinged with fear and disgust.

  "How can something like this exist in our world?"

  In front of her, a score of her own men were now on the ground, not moving. They were simply dead, just like that, each one in less than a second.

  Meanwhile, Glenn continued to kill, with no trace of his mind returning. One by one, the bodyguards began to flee. They were in over their heads; they'd provoked the wrong person.

  In one or two minutes, Glenn had killed forty people. As he faced this last group, he let out a cry of anger mixed with sadness and pain, tears streaming from his eyes as he killed his last victims.

  When everyone was dead, Glenn was left standing alone in a river of blood and scattered flesh.

  Lucy, who had fallen over in fright a little further on, watched the spectacle. She had before her a terrifying monster, immersed in a sea of blood and bodies.

  Glenn fell to his knees and slowly regained his composure, and when he finally looked up, he saw the spectacle around him, which didn't affect him more than a little, apart from a little disgust and shock.

  "Did I do that?"

  Before he could think about his own question, a neutral female voice sounded from behind him. When he turned and met Lucy's gaze, his anger hadn't gone, but he was managing to control it with difficulty.

  "Yes, you did this..."

  Glenn scanned the area around him; there was just a sea of blood, with the bodies of the victims lying in it. He felt as if he were seeing the scene on the fresco in the depths of the cave all over again. Just thinking about it gave him the shivers, so he put the fresco out of his mind and concentrated on Lucy.

  "So, I didn't kill you."

  Lucy shuddered. How could a human being say something like that so calmly? Even she couldn't, hiding behind her madness.

  Glenn approached her, picking up an iron bar in the short distance he had walked. His air was indeed calm, but he was angry—very angry—at Lucy.

  "Are you going to kill me? Are you going to finish the job? But so what? The government will want to experiment on you even more; they won't let you go!"

  Glenn didn't answer, but the look on his face said it all; he couldn't care less.

  Arriving less than a meter from the young woman, he raised his arm. Lucy, meanwhile, was terrified. From the start, she'd thought she had the upper hand, but in reality, he'd always been stronger than she was.

  What's more, she bitterly regretted having wanted to make him suffer; if she'd just brought him along when he'd turned himself in, everything would have been fine.

  Just before he shot her, she shouted:

  "Fuck! You're a mon-"

  She never got to finish her sentence; she was finally dead like everyone else in less than a second.

  Glenn threw the weapon away and took one last look at his handiwork, realizing at that moment that he really had become something that was no longer human.

  He turned around, still looking indifferent, which was very different from his inner emotions, which could be seen as particularly chaotic.

  He walked towards his house, where clouds of black smoke were rising into the sky.