Bad Born Blood Chapter 252

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The word and concept of instinct are familiar, but perhaps not given much thought.

To the intelligent being, instinct is a love-hate companion and a double-edged sword.

The so-called ‘beasts’ that do not have intelligence cannot adapt to changing environments. If they are suddenly overwhelmed by environmental pressures that exceed their genetic limits, they will become extinct.

But intelligent beings are different. They can use their intelligence as a tool to adapt to environmental changes that could lead to extinction in a single generation.

Our ancestors survived the harsh ice age that even fur-bearing animals could not endure with tools such as fire and clothing. And their distant descendants abandoned their flesh and blood and replaced their bodies with machines in order to survive on the barren planet Ark.

Furthermore, the solid human power built up by intelligence even surpassed the planet’s gravity.

We are the monkeys who have acquired the mutant factor called intelligence and are roaming the universe.

And beside the monkey, there were snakes, zebras, cows, lions, etc. It was an absurd coexistence between these ignorant beasts.

The reason humans, Tajirun, Equusians, Tarpas, and Crawlers can coexist in society is because they all acquired the mutation called intelligence. The level of intelligence varies from person to person, but intelligence is a common denominator that can overcome the differences in nature and instincts that are engraved in each species.

‘But intelligence alone cannot sustain one’s survival.’

It is instinct that creates the differences and individuality of species.

When the accumulated instincts at the genetic level meet the mutation called intelligence, the intelligent being can gain explosive power.

Instinct is the paint, and intelligence is the brush stroke. No matter how hard you try, you can’t change the color of the paint you were born with.

Yeah, instinct, we can’t abandon instinct. I was like that, and so was Boyan.

We were getting closer to where the gunshots rang out. Yanaka was lagging behind me.

Thud, thud.

I stopped running and walked slowly. I could smell blood and gunpowder.

Blink, blink.

Broken lights flashed on and off, illuminating the alleyway.

“Keep, keep, ahh!”

The scream was close. Someone was running from the other side. I opened my eyes half-heartedly.

The one running towards me screaming was a human male. His right arm was ‘ripped off’.

The reason I said the arm was torn off was because it was really torn off. It wasn’t cut or broken. The cross-section that would appear if it was torn off alive was as horrible as a rag.

‘As if I had been torn apart by a wild beast.’

The man looked at me and slumped down. His torn shoulder was bleeding profusely.

“Sir, sir. Please, help me. I will, thank you.”

“I need to know the situation before I can help or not.”

I looked at the man’s appearance. Of course, he was not a normal person. The strong smell of drugs, not even the smell of blood, permeated his clothes and hair. He must be a drug addict or a dealer.

No, it’s a salesman. The man was seriously injured and didn’t panic, but instead called for help. It was a very calm response.

“Ugh, it’s a crawler. There’s a crawler running wild! First, I, I have to get to the hospital, please… … .”

“Even if you’re a crawler, you wouldn’t run wild for no reason. You’re not picking a fight, are you?”

I said calmly.

“You were the one who found fault with something ridiculous first, you know, rather than that, write, y, stop the bleeding a little… .”

The man begged, wrapping his arms around his shoulder. It was hard for a one-armed man to stop the bleeding from his own shoulder.

Knock, knock.

Yanaka followed me a step behind. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes wide.

“What’s going on? Why does that guy have an arm… … .”

“Did you learn first aid? Stop the bleeding so he doesn’t die from excessive bleeding.”

I grabbed the man by the collar and threw him at Yanaka’s feet.

Yanaka squinted as he stepped back.

“Me? Why?”

“Do it if you don’t want to make Boyan a murderer.”

Yanaka’s expression changed. She looked at me with a face that was almost venomous.

“What does that mean? Is that what Boyan said?”

“That’s a possibility. My intuition is pretty accurate.”

Yanaka tore off his own sleeve to make a string. He wrapped the string around the man from his armpit to his shoulder and tightened it to stop the bleeding.

I continued walking inside. I heard the sound of fighting, and two more gunshots that Yanaka could hear.

“Crunch, crunch… … .”

A low-pitched cry, too low for a human vocal cord to produce, was spreading out.

“Kyaaaaah!”

The crawler’s cry was not one. Different cries intersected.

I saw a building with broken windows and a broken door. They had even set up a store selling illegal drugs, so I guess they were part of a gang.

‘It’s better to have a store managed by a gang than a drug dealer on the street whose identity you don’t even know.’

I walked through the open door. Inside was a mess. There were four people lying there, covered in blood, groaning, and three fighting, looking at each other as if they were going to kill each other.

… … And one of the three fighters is Boyan.

Boyan, wearing a hooded jacket, stood on the table and glared at his enemies. Judging from the holes in his clothes, he seemed to have been shot several times.

“Bowl!”

The bright yellow scent of the wild seemed to flow from Boyan’s body. His innate violence was awakened.

Blood was dripping from Boyan’s palms and fingernails.

‘Did you take down an armed gang member all by yourself?’

Although the gang members may have let their guard down, Boyan’s fighting prowess was amazing.

There were two remaining gang members. One was a crawler, and the other was a gun-wielding Tarpa. It was strange to see the blue-skinned kid pointing his gun while smoking a cigarette.

‘The Tarpa tribe is a gang member… … .’

It was an unusual combination. Well, it’s not impossible. The Tarpa race is generally scholarly and gentle, but they are ultimately intelligent beings with great individual differences. There may also be violent and cruel Tarpas.

Creak.

Tarpa was aiming at Boyan. It seemed difficult to aim as Boyan was jumping nimbly between walls, ceilings, and tables.

I grabbed the chair next to the door and threw it.

Whirly! Crunch!

The chair shattered as it struck the Tarpa gang member’s body. All eyes were instantly drawn to me.

“roo…….”

Boyan opened his eyes wide. At that moment, a member of the Crawler Gang rushed at Boyan.

I ignored Boyan and Crawler and approached the staggering Tarpa gang member.

‘Damn, why do all the Tarpas look like babies?’

No matter how fiercely he frowned, Tarpa’s characteristically childish appearance stood out. It was very uncomfortable to wield violence.

While I was hesitating, the Tarpa gang member came to his senses and took aim at me.

“fu*k you!

Fortunately, the snout is sharp. My conscience has been relieved.

Kkieeee-.

The Tarpa gang member is pulling the trigger. The movement seems incredibly slow to my senses.

I moved before he could even pull the trigger.

Kwa- Jik!

I grabbed the bastard’s face and slammed him into the ground. I could hear his skull cracking back and forth. If he doesn’t get medical attention in time, he’ll die.

After subduing the Tarpa gang member, I looked back.

“Kyaarrrrut!”

Boyan and the Crawler gang members were trading punches and kicks, their bodies making a rough noise every time they met.

Crunch! Crunch!

Boyan’s head jerked back after being hit in the face. However, Boyan’s fighting instinct caused him to raise his legs and aim for the Crawler Gang member’s heart.

The technically immature Boyan was being pushed.

I watched the situation without interfering. I also wanted to see Boyan’s potential, and my vague guess was that not interfering was the right thing to do.

‘Was Boyan this big?’

It can’t be an illusion. I have a keen eye for detail, so Boyan grew while I wasn’t looking. I shouldn’t think about their ecology and growth by human standards.

‘It’s not just that your body has grown bigger. Your muscles have probably become more packed to match the increased volume.’

Crawlers are able to pack on strong muscles just from their daily activities. This is because they do not have muscle-suppressing genes for energy conservation. From the beginning to the present, crawlers have always been the top predators in their ecosystems, and they can eat as much as they want.

‘The difference in species is unreasonable.’

Even if humans train hard and even take drugs, they don’t get even half the muscles of a crawler. They easily seize violence just by breathing.

Two crawlers that seemed to embody the word struggle were fighting. They didn’t even grimace, as if they didn’t feel any pain.

Rather, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, as if he was feeling the thrill of battle. It was the same for Boyan.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!”

Boyan, who was pushed back, let out a sharp roar and clenched his fists. His muscles seemed to bulge.

‘Go ahead, Boyan. Let out your instincts.’

Instincts cannot be suppressed indefinitely. If you confine your overflowing instincts in the vessel of your intellect, even that vessel will break. Just as instincts have limits, so too does intellect.

Phew!

Because of his high blood pressure, blood spurted out of Boyan’s wounds like a water gun.

Ting!

The bullet that had been embedded in Boyan’s body fell to the floor, pushed out by the muscles and flesh.

Boyan’s father, Regor, was a great warrior. His genes remained in Boyan’s body.

Boooow!

Boyan attacked the Crawler Gang member with an honest, unforced punch.

The Crawler Gang member raised his arms to defend himself, but was overpowered.

Boom!

The arm of the Crawler Gang member was blown away by the punch. Boyan didn’t miss the opportunity.

Boyan clenched his other fist and struck the Crawler Gang member in the chest.

Phew- Whew! Quasi- Whew!

There was a sound of flesh crunching and bones breaking.

The Crawler Gang member crashed into the table and fell to the ground, coughing up blood and gasping for breath.

‘Beyond the differences in race… …there are even more irrational differences between individuals.’

There is a wall that cannot be overcome even among the same species. The map of genes is absolute. No matter how hard you try, you cannot activate genes that do not exist.

‘And Boyan was born with excellent genes even among crawlers. He’s a gem. It’s even more evident as he grows up.’

The Crawler Gang members will realize this more keenly than I do.

‘Boyan is an entity that can become a leader.’

Defeated Crawler Gang members will feel more like they want to submit to Boyan than resentment and hatred.

In a crawler society, the strong are the leaders. Following the strong is their fate and instinct.

“Ah, ugh, groan, ugh, oh, ohhhhhh-!!”

Boyan cried out in triumph even though I was there.

After the battle, Yanaka was approaching. She was not caught up in the heat of battle as she watched the miserable sight.

“That… is it… Boyan?”

I was smiling faintly, and Boyan was intoxicated with enthusiasm.

And Yanaka bit her lower lip and shook her shoulders.

Yanaka was the only one who saw the situation with a normal sense.

“People… … .”

Yanaka’s lips trembled.

Yes, Boyan committed murder today. Two of the people lying on the ground were not breathing.

The moral wall that humans find difficult to overcome was easily overcome by Boyan, intoxicated by instinct. He did not even feel guilty about killing. He was simply enjoying the violence that was innate to him.

The world is full of contradictions and disharmony. Today, I realize this anew, Luca.