Chapter 487 So I’m Crushing “God” Under My Shoe…

Skye’s mental state was in complete disarray; she was all snot, tears, and uncontrollable keening. Gone was the conceit and condescending attitude that had characterized her in other, more normal times! Zayn, however, was not in the mood to entertain her, either. “It’s pointless to beg for mercy,” he declared coldly, “You’ll do better grovelling to your dear cousin Fifi. If she thinks you’re forgivable, great. If she thinks otherwise… Hmph!” Zayn pushed his foot down, and with a loud crack, rifts jagged through the poor tile underneath him. Skye was even more horrified now. Every shade in her face fled her face until all there was left was fear. She was never a brave young lady to begin with, and now Zayn’s power violated the limit of what was possible. In fact, she was starting to wonder if Zayn was never human to begin with—only some kind of superhuman could do the things he did, right?! She was so terrified by this point that nothing else seemed crazy anymore. Without a shred of hesitation, she scrambled to Faye and repeated her action, begging her with a wail, “I was wrong, Fifi! Please, on behalf of us growing up together as friends and everything—please release me and let me live this once! I’m begging you, really; I’m begging you! I don’t wanna die!” Faye was soft in her core. She was admittedly apoplectic about Skye’s behavior, but after seeing how pathetic she was, half of her rage—and her will to punish her—dissipated. Regardless of what she did, Skye was still her cousin. Blood of their shared kinship compelled her from turning the other cheek, especially when the alternative was Skye’s death. In the end, Faye gave Skye a slap, snarling, “If you ever pull this off again… You’re a dead woman!” Skye was overjoyed. She threw her arms around Faye’s legs, jubilant, and cried, “Thank you, Fifi! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I won’t do it again! Never in my life! A-And I wish you and Zayn a happily-ever-after from the bottom of my heart! A love that lasts forever, untarnished! Thank you for sparing my life today, Fifi!” Faye bit her lips as her heart skipped a beat. Was there still a happily-ever-after with Zayn? She lifted her head to consider Zayn, only to notice that he was not looking at her at all. Zayn’s attention had shifted to the man—from Sicut In Caelo—who called himself God. Now, he was the man who looked down on God, ordering, “Your name?” The enemy struggled to carry his weight with his feet, but he was too badly injured to succeed. Some of his ribs seemed to have caved inwards and poked against his innards. Any slight movements would send him into fits of agony. Zayn noticed his intention to move and reacted with a stomp on the man’s back. He wailed not too differently from the squeal of a pig before screaming, “Kill me, Zayn Larson! I shall sooner die than to be humiliated!” “Okay, then,” Zayn replied with a mocking smile. He began adding force into his foot, crushing the man’s chest under his shoe at a painstakingly slow speed. Agony flared in every part of the enemy’s body like an inhumane seizure. His face was turning white. Finally, he could not take it anymore and gave up, begging, “Damn it, stop! Please! I really am gonna die if you keep doing this!” “Die?” Zayn scoffed. “I thought you were God? Some higher being that was at least a level above my despicable mortal existence? Why are you afraid of death now?” A mortified grimace befell the enemy’s face as the lights in his eyes started to darken. He had lost the pride and contempt that had marked his debut; now, the eyes that gazed into Zayn were those of fear amidst a sea of envy.