Blood Thirst: God of War

Funeral

As Julius's body gradually succumbed to the darkness, his pulse grew weaker and weaker, its frequency almost disappearing into the void.

 After the two individuals left, the nurse on her rounds pushed open the door and immediately noticed something was wrong with Julius. She quickly shouted and had him rushed to the resuscitation room.

In the resuscitation room, the doctors surrounded Julius, various instruments (emitting urgent beeps), and they performed rescue measures with lightning speed: chest compressions, defibrillation, a series of operations carried out smoothly. 

However, Julius's heart rate was like a meteor falling from the sky, rapidly sliding towards zero. 

The doctor's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the nurse beside him was also busy handing over various instruments. But when the doctor was about to give the blood transfusion order, he was told that the hospital did not have enough blood in stock at the moment. 

Everyone's heart instantly sank to the bottom, and they could only watch helplessly as the curve on the electrocardiogram monitor became flatter and flatter.

Just as the doctor, who was doing his best to resuscitate Julius, was about to give up in despair, suddenly, a low humming sound rang through the air. The sound seemed to come from the distant horizon, but it also seemed to explode in everyone's ears. Then, a peculiar smell of ionized air spread throughout the resuscitation room. 

The doctor stared in surprise and saw blue arcs of electricity appearing on Julius's body. The arcs jumped and flickered on his skin like nimble snakes, accompanied by a "thump, thump" sound that rang powerfully. That sound seemed to have a magical power and directly sounded in the minds of everyone present.

 Julius's heart, which had almost stopped, began to beat strongly, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for a long time had been awakened.

In his coma, the strength that Julius had been sealed by the enemy in that dangerous mission began to gradually unseal, like the dawn gradually breaking through the darkness. Recalling the mission a few years ago, the enemy had obtained the intelligence early and set up a trap.

 They first used all kinds of means to seal his strength, and then attacked Julius like wolves and tigers. If it hadn't been for his wife's grandfather arriving in time, he would have probably died long ago. 

But even so, he was seriously injured and fell into a coma. For so many years, Julius had always thought that his strength had completely disappeared, like a treasure buried by sand and wind, never to see the light of day again.

 But he never expected that at the critical moment when his life was in great danger, his strength would miraculously break through the seal and return to his control like a surging tide.

The doctor stared in amazement and saw a faint golden light flashing under Julius's skin. Although the light was invisible to the naked eye, its existence could be clearly felt in the air, as if it were an invisible aura flowing around him. The nurse monitoring his vital signs was the first to notice this change. She shouted excitedly, 

"Look, his heart rate is starting to rise!" A colleague nearby hurriedly leaned close to the instrument, and sure enough, the curve that had been almost flat began to slowly rise. 

The beeping sound of the monitor became faster and faster, and the rhythm changed from a sad elegy to a stirring drumbeat in an instant. "His blood pressure is rising!" Another nurse exclaimed, her voice full of disbelief. "His body... is self-healing!" The tissues that had been damaged by blood loss and serious injuries began to heal at a visible speed, with a faint golden light flashing at the wounds, as if countless tiny threads were weaving new vitality.

After about 72 hours of self-healing, Julius's eyelids began to tremble slightly, the tremor like a butterfly flapping its wings, light but full of strength. 

The room was instantly filled with a low and loud humming sound, like thunder rolling in the canyon, shaking people's eardrums.

Then, Julius's eyes suddenly opened, and in that instant, the whole room seemed to be illuminated by his gaze. 

They were no longer the tired brown when he was pressed too hard, but shining with a red light, like the flames from the depths of hell, which had once scared countless enemies on the battlefield and made them flee in fear. His voice was low and loud, like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the air. "Enough."

 As his words fell, the fluorescent lights in the room seemed unable to bear this powerful force. They first flickered, and then "crash" turned into countless pieces of glass, scattering in all directions. Julius sat up, his body emitting a kind of primitive, unrestrained power, like a surging wave, spreading out in waves. 

He found that the world around him had become extremely clear. He got up, looked out of the window, and could even see the content on the mobile phones of people texting a kilometer away, the small font clear in his eyes, and he could hear the flapping of butterflies in the flower bed clearly, and even the slight tremor of car engines on the road in the distance could not escape his ears.

This comeback from the brink of death made Julius feel as if he had been reborn. He knew clearly that from then on, he would embark on a new path, a path belonging to the strong.

--

the funeral of Mr. Nolan Garcia was being held on a cold, gray morning within a grand hall. Kenneth and Quella were standing at the entrance, welcoming guests with grief etched on their faces.  

Quella whispered to Kenneth, “He won't be able to come today, right? He can't show up and cause trouble at this important occasion. The amount of blood he lost should be enough to keep him unconscious for a long time. He won't be a threat anymore.”

“With such a large amount of blood loss, he should never wake up. Today's events must not be disturbed by him.”

spoke in low voices, some of Quella's family members overheard them.

“He should be ashamed of himself for not showing up today! Kenneth said Julius just pretended to faint after giving a little blood. If it weren't for Nolan's pity, that wolf wouldn't have had a chance to marry into our family! While he was alive, he followed him like a pet dog !?”

“A bunch of noisy dogs should not disrupt the peace of the funeral!”

Right at that moment, a hush fell over the hall as all eyes turned toward the entrance.

Julius Colton stood there, wearing a hospital gown and looking completely disheveled. He had gained his consciousness just this morning, and rushed straight there.

Quella gasped in horror. 

"I woke up in the hospital bed today and rushed here immediately. I didn't have time to change clothes; otherwise, I would have missed the funeral."

Quella looked somewhat terrified. She had never expected someone who was supposed to be in the ICU to stand right in front of her. She appeared frightened and flustered. After an initial moment of panic, Kenneth quickly composed himself.

"It's okay, sister-in-law. At least he's here, right? Give me a minute, and I'll make sure he looks presentable."

Kenneth spoke like a concerned older brother, placing his hand on Julius's shoulder and gripping it tightly.

"Brother, I know losing him must be hard for you, but you should at least show some respect. This is a funeral, not a circus. Even a clown like you should know how to dress properly!"

He sneered, earning nods of approval from the family. He leaned in closer, so only Quella could hear his voice and see the cruel smile on his face.

Kenneth began to lead Julius away from the crowd, glancing back towards Quella and continuing in a low voice. 

"Brother, you should take some time to reflect. Maybe then you'll understand why Quella needs someone stronger, more loving, and self-sufficient by her side. After all, at a time when an old life has passed and a new one is about to begin, she needs all the love and stability she can get... I believe you can understand..”

He winked at Julius, confirming the doubt that his statement had planted in his mind. His wife was pregnant! 

And the child wasn't even his… white hot rage swallowed him, but for the sake of the man who had saved his life, he swallowed all the humiliation.

But Quella’s family wasn’t done humiliating him. Before they could go to a private room, a group of relatives surrounded him. 

"He actually showed up! I thought the coma would do us the favour!”

"Truly, what a waste of space! A useless parasite like him only tarnishes our family’s name."

Julius ignored them. Their words were arrows, but he had already bled enough to be immune to pain.

“Kenneth! Where are you going?”

Quella stepped out of the crowd, her face scrunching up in anger the moment she saw Julius. 

“Kenny, leave this dog on his own! The lawyer is here to read out the will, and you don't want to miss that. Come on…”

Julius had no choice but to follow them. 

"According to the final will and testament of Mr. Nolan Garcia, all assets, properties, and business holdings will be distributed to his family members, and the company shall be named after his … Kenneth."

Julius was shocked after hearing the name, Kenneth!? When did that happen…wasn't he, his grandson-in-law.

Unlike everyone else, Mr. Gracia had never trusted Kenneth even for a second! There was something fishy here, and Quella's evil smile confirmed his doubt.