Parasite: To Kill A Supreme God Of War

chapter 3

Adele approached him cautiously, as though she were stepping into a room wired with explosives.

“About Dad’s speech yesterday,” she said, arms crossed, voice softening only for appearance’s sake. “Please forgive his harsh words.”

Krazy didn’t look at her. His eyes were fixed on Sophia across the hall, the little girl laughing beside her pink birthday cake.

His voice came low, flat, trained. “His words had no effect on me.”

Adele exhaled sharply. “And Sophia… what are your plans? Dad wasn’t wrong. How can you care for her if you returned with nothing? No savings. No job. Six years wasted.”

Krazy’s jaw flexed. “I didn’t waste a single day in the military. In fact, I am the god of—”

“Seriously?” Adele cut him off, irritation flaring. “You don’t call that waste? We never heard from you. I thought you died.” Her anger cracked through, sharp and raw. “You’re hopeless.”

The words landed, but if they pierced him, nothing showed. His posture didn’t shift. His breathing didn’t change. Silence wrapped around him like armor.

Adele regretted her outburst instantly. She tried to breathe past it. “Sophia’s about to cut the cake. When you get to our table, don’t speak unless spoken to. If Dad or anyone gets harsh, pretend you didn’t hear it. Stay calm. Don’t be defensive… please.”

Krazy gave no answer.

But he followed her.

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The celebration swelled with chatter as guests mingled, champagne flutes clinking. When Sophia finished cutting her cake, Adele and Krazy took their seats before the Lancaster family.

Lady Jane—matriarch, iron-backed and sharp-eyed—stared at Krazy as though inspecting a flaw in her silver.

“You,” she said. “Who are you?”

“Grandma,” Adele jumped in. “This is my husband, Craig Krazy Guidotti. He returned from the military yesterday.”

“Good afternoon, Grandma,” Krazy offered with a respectful bow of the head.

Lady Jane studied him. “You’ve changed. Six years is long… You must have been rewarded greatly. What rank did you obtain?”

Hector burst into laughter. “Rank? He came home with the same old rental he left with.”

The table erupted, cruel delight filling the air.

Krazy’s expression didn’t move. “I declined special treatment. I didn’t serve for rewards.”

“Oh, naturally,” Hector drawled, leaning back. “Your father must have felt guilty, pushing you to take his legitimate son’s place in training. If I were him, I’d give you special treatment too.”

A quiet stillness snapped between them.

Adele’s face soured. Krazy’s stayed unreadable—but something subtle shifted. His stillness sharpened, like a blade being turned.

“Hector, what’s wrong with you?” Adele snapped.

“Adele,” her mother barked. “You will not disrespect your brother.”

“No, Mum. He’s the one disrespecting my husband.”

Hector shrugged, smirking. “Since you’re jobless, you can work security at Lancaster Corp. Try to catch up. It’d be a shame for our name to be seen with you otherwise.”

More laughter. More whispers. Betty and the other Lancasters watched with satisfaction, like spectators enjoying a public execution.

When the children finished presenting their gifts, Robin Wade strode up with a mic, every move polished, every smile engineered to charm.

“To my beautiful daughter…”

His voice melted across the speakers. Guests swooned as he unveiled gift after extravagant gift—the diamond tiara, the miniature pony, the French dollhouse. The applause was thunderous.

Then…

Krazy moved.

Quietly. No theatrics. Hands still in his pockets. The room didn’t applaud—didn’t breathe—just waited to see.

He pulled out a small black velvet box.

A ripple of confusion cut through the hall.

When he opened it, the silence cracked.

The pendant caught the light—silver so pure it refracted into trembling bursts across the walls. Ancient. Regal. Revered.

Gasps scattered. Chairs scraped. Even Lady Jane stood, her breath hitching.

“Wait—is that the Worship of Dynasty?”

“It can’t be… that piece is one-of-one—”

“Even the President couldn’t get it!”

The murmurs thickened, exploding into disbelief.

Robin’s perfect smirk faltered.

Lady Jane pushed her glasses up with trembling fingers. “Is that… authentic?”

Krazy knelt to Sophia’s level. His voice softened—only for her. “Happy birthday, princess.”

Sophia stared, her eyes widening… then drifting. As if she was in search of someone.. Krazy could tell her attention elsewhere.

Her eyes suddenly lit up behind Krazy then she smiled and said, “Daddy… I want to unwrap the rest of your gifts. Carry me?” Her voice came out soft. Innocent..

The crowd erupted into laughter.

Hector raised his glass high. “It seems fake things can’t buy affection.”

The humiliation was the final blow.

Hector and Liz pointed at the pendant. “He probably stole it—he has to! Trying to compete with Robbin? Pathetic.”

“There’s no way a poor, jobless stray has something worth $10 million!”

“Hahaha! It’s obviously fake!” Someone burst out into uncontrollable laughter, triggering the rest of the people to laugh out loud.

"Hahaha! Where can a jobless and poor dog like him get the money?"

"We know Robin is your worst nightmare, but did you think that you could compete with him? Haha!"

"Competition is not my thing," Krazy tilts his head, causing Hector to laugh out even more.

"Tell us.. which pawn shop did you get this cheap shit from.. that's if it wasn't stolen. Haha.." Damon laughed.

"My close friend was the one in charge of the purchase," Krazy answered bluntly.

He could give his child the whole planet if she asked for it. She is more precious than rupees.. and this is nothing compared to the luxury he has in store for her.

"Your lack of shame makes me sick.. let's go.. at least we know it's not the real Worship of dynasty."

To them, Craig was a bloody clown, whose shamelessness has no bound.