I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 397

Jonathan's heartfelt cry came from the bottom of his heart.

There was no denying that he had been drinking fresh blood from living humans for the past few days. Just because he seemed tough and was actually tough didn't mean he was so cold-blooded that he was emotionally numb.

Whether one laughed, cried, or grew insane, that was still a part of living. How one lived one's life depended wholly on one's own choices.

Simon was ready to kill ruthlessly, while Lesley was prepared to die.

As for Jonathan, he was someone with a resolve that was a mix of theirs.

Standing on the verge of his own death, he chose to follow Simon's arrangement.

Simon went quiet for a while before saying, “You know it in your heart that if you succeed in the future, no one will care about or speak of what you do today.”

“I never cared if others saw me as a demon or a ghost,” replied Jonathan.

“Good! That's good. You're truly my comrade, Jonathan. Today's the third day, and this lady is your last dose of antidote. I can't help you plan out what happens next. It's your call how you wish to traverse your path. Initially, Lesley and I planned to stay and help you out. However, we all have our own destiny. Lesley has chosen his path, so I can't be your subordinate anymore. Hence, I'll leave now, too. If we're lucky, we'll meet again.”

Jonathan was speechless.

Soon, Simon turned around and vanished into the night.

He seemed to have forgotten something, which was that the lady's artery wasn't severed yet. If Jonathan wanted to live, he had to kill the person with his own hands.

Meanwhile, Leahra arrived with her blood lotus throne at the Dietrich residence.

A scarlet glow enveloped the Dietrich residence's courtyard in the night, which was the most beautiful glow for vampires.

Solorel and the others immediately rushed out of the building and greeted her by kneeling. The vampires were excited because they had finally met the legendary primogenitor.

The crowd hailed Leahra in unison.

Though, amusingly, the language they spoke was different. Some were shouting in Ustranasian, while others used Irushean.

Leahra, in her white attire, appeared like an immortal descending from the heavens.

Upon retracting the blood lotus throne back into her forehead, she waved her sleeve. “Rise.”

The crowd thanked and stood.

In the next moment, Solorel guided Leahra into the hall.

Leahra sat in the highest spot in the hall while everyone else remained below her respectfully, including Solorel, Aurora, and Bane.

After staying silent for a while, Leahra spoke. “Prince Solorel, ever since the previous King, Hoborow, was assassinated, Gulden Vampir's bloodline hasn't had a King for three hundred years. Now that the Great Tribulation is upon us, and the death tribulation is everywhere, I think it's time to pick a new King.”

Solorel and the others were taken aback.

Immediately, Solorel inquired, “Our wise, revered ancestor, who will you pick to become the new King?”

Leahra answered, “I already have someone in mind. Jonathan Lawson.”

“Him?” Solorel and the others were appalled. “Jonathan is an outsider! No one has been chosen for the position of King for three centuries, so why did you choose Jonathan?”

“He's not an outsider because he has inherited my bloodline. From my perspective, he's the perfect fit for the position.”

Solorel was rendered speechless.

“This matter is decided. No further discussion is required!” Waving her sleeve, Leahra declared, “Everyone else, leave!”

The crowd didn't have the nerve to oppose their primogenitor, so they bowed and left.

Soon, only Solorel and Leahra were left in the hall.

“Revered ancestor!” A bitter smile formed on Solorel's countenance. “We don't have the nerve to disobey your decision. However, even if Jonathan possesses your bloodline, he doesn't have any foundation in vampire society. It may be difficult for him to command respect as King. Additionally, the vampire princes and marquises will be displeased with him. If that happens, there will be trouble.”

Glancing at Solorel, Leahra explained, “I can't protect all of you forever, Solorel. Soon, I'll leave the planet to experience the tribulation in The Void. Whether I succeed or not, I won't be returning here for the next couple hundred years. Everything I'm doing, I'm doing it for all of you who belong to my bloodline and not for anyone else. I'm afraid vampires will have gone extinct by the time I come back to this planet.” She paused before continuing, “You and everyone else's survival depends on Jonathan. If you all ungratefully squander this opportunity, then you have no one to blame but yourselves. I've done all I can.”

Solorel's heart was suddenly flooded with anxiety. “You're leaving?” A silent lapse ensued before he spoke again. “However, I still don't understand why you think so highly of Jonathan.”

“Firstly, he's a Chosen One. The most important thing about him is that he has a destiny. Secondly, he's kind. The only way all of you can become kind is to have him be your leader. Thirdly, while he's compassionate, he isn't a softie. He's capable of making difficult decisions at critical moments. I know the princes won't accept this announcement easily. However, I think I did it in a way that'll lend legitimacy to Jonathan. In the future, I want you to aid Jonathan as much as you can.”

It was then Solorel truly grasped Leahra's intention. “As you wish, revered ancestor.”

Nodding, Leahra said, “Let's go see Jonathan now. Perhaps you'll understand why I chose him after you see him.”

Meanwhile, Jonathan was sitting quietly on the empty road, which he had been doing for the past three hours.

It was one in the morning at that moment.

Simon had already headed to Protector Condominium. He took Elijah away and told Mabel, as well as Beatrix, that Jonathan was on that road.

The women were worried something would happen to Jonathan, so they went to find him.

Soon, they spotted Jonathan.

However, they didn't bother him because they noticed his agony.

They understood Jonathan well.

Lesley's departure was due to guilt, so there is no way Jonathan is as nonchalant as he appears to be. Mabel was the most aware of how kind and passionate Jonathan was.

Three hours later, Leahra and Solorel arrived at the side of the road. They also stared at Jonathan.

The silver moonlight landed on Jonathan and the unconscious lady.

The lady was about eighteen years old, and she was a Chanaean. Additionally, she was pretty and looked clean.

Suddenly, her eyelids were lifted, and she stared straight at Jonathan.

The first sentence out of her mouth was a question. “Are you Jonathan?”

Jonathan knitted his eyebrows slightly. “You know me?”

Smiling, the teenager answered, “My name is Gwendolyn Banderas. Simon told me about you.”

“Is that so?” Confounded, he asked, “What did he tell you?”

“That you need to drink the fresh blood of young women and that I'm your cure. I know you'll die if you don't kill me and drink my blood.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “You knew? Why aren't you afraid, then?”

A melancholic grin settled on Gwendolyn's face. “Even if you don't drink my blood, my late-stage leukemia will kill me in the next few days.”

Upon hearing that, Jonathan immediately noticed Gwendolyn was terribly pale.

She continued, “Simon gave me a lot of money, enough for my little brother and parents to lead a good life. They've suffered too much and owed too much money to support my treatment. I'm happy if my death can improve their lives. What I'm trying to say is that you don't need to feel bad killing me. I won't blame you. This is my decision. In fact, I'm grateful for you.”

Jonathan came to a realization. Oh... It wasn't that Simon forgot. It's just that he has prepared everything for me.

“You won't disdain my blood, will you?” Gwendolyn asked probingly when she saw him staying silent.

“I won't. You may have late-stage leukemia, but your blood is still a great supplement for me.”

“Then why do you seem unhappy?” wondered Gwendolyn.

Jonathan replied plainly, “Because this isn't exactly a good thing.” Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She was stunned for a moment before she remarked, “That may be true, but you don't have a choice!”

“It's not right to take another person's life to survive.”

“If you don't drink my blood, I'll die anyway. If you do, my family will live a better life, and you'll get to live. I see that as an absolute win.”

Jonathan grew silent.

It was then his blood started acting up again.

In an instant, he felt his body burning up extremely rapidly and fiercely.

Flaming stripes gradually appeared on his body. They seemed exceptionally ferocious as Jonathan felt as though he was about to be lit on fire.

At that moment, he thought his organs and flesh were being barbecued atop a raging inferno.

The agony he was experiencing was hellish and inhumane.

As Jonathan rolled on the ground, he howled excruciatingly.

His actions and harrowing roar frightened Gwendolyn so much that colors were completely drained from her face. I feel like I'm standing next to an extremely large stove. This heat is unbearable. Although, now I can imagine the depths of Jonathan's pain.

At that moment, she wholly believed Simon's words.

Upon raising his head, Jonathan gazed at Gwendolyn like a starving beast.

No longer did he see her as a human being. Instead, from his perspective, he was eyeing a delicious meal.

Jonathan roared violently as he genuinely disliked the thought of killing an innocent woman.

Gritting his teeth with all his might, he endured the torment of his body and sweated profusely.

“No, No!” Jonathan fought against his urge reflexively.

Yet, Gwendolyn slowly approached Jonathan.

At that moment, her body was seemingly enveloped in a layer of holy glow.