I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 424

Spirit Gathering Pill was undoubtedly benign, yet the craft of creating it was intricate. To the eye and nose, it was utterly colorless and odorless. Nobody would be able to discern whether Spirit Gathering Pill was a lethal poison or a miraculous cure.

Simon was testing whether Marlington King's intentions were sincere or deceitful. If Marlington King dared to ingest a Spirit Gathering Pill, it would reveal his honesty.

This was a psychological warfare.

In a deep voice, Marlington King said, “I'm not opposed to taking your Maleficent Lethal Pill, but I must warn you in advance. Should you invite holy king silkworm into your body, you cannot leave Holy Maiden Cave. the moment you step outside, holy king silkworm will go berserk, and you'll be dead.”

Simon's brows knitted together. “If I can extract holy king silkworm, you must help escort Mauve down the mountain.”

“Agreed!” Marlington King paused and added, “Given that I am under the control of your poison pill, how could I possibly harm her?”

Simon tucked Spirit Gathering Pill back into his spatial ring and said, “Marlington King, I trust your word. Let's leave the matter of the poison pill behind. Lead the way.”

Taken aback, Marlington King breathed a sigh of relief.

Naturally, Simon wouldn't truly let Marlington King consume Spirit Gathering Pill. Firstly, it was invaluable. Secondly, the man was an expert both in parasites and poison art. Hence, Simon's tricks would be revealed. Lastly, it helped to alleviate the tension between them, showcasing his absolute trust in Marlington King. With Marlington King's honest nature, he would not easily go against his word.

However, Simon realized that Marlington King was the stubborn type, seeing as the latter was only open to negotiation after Simon had demonstrated his resolve by killing someone.

Soon after, under Marlington King's guidance, they proceeded toward Holy Maiden Cave.

Before they set off, Marlington King advised Simon, “You may well understand the act of intimacy between the male and female, but you can't let the female resist, nor let her know you intend to draw away holy king silkworm. If she resists you in any way, the holy king silkworm will do the same. That will make it impossible for you to draw it into your body.”

Simon nodded. Out of curiosity, he asked, “The holy king silkworm seems rather fragile, but you appear to highly value it. Why is that? What can you use it for?”

“The holy king silkworm can command all parasites in the world,” Marlington King replied in a stern tone.

Realization dawned on Simon.

Before long, they arrived at the entrance of Holy Maiden Cave.

“I won't go in,” Marlington King declared.

Nodding, Simon stepped into the cave.

To his surprise, the cave was a sanctuary with the most comfortable weather, adorned with stalactites from above and traversed by a natural stream ahead.


In the corner lay a stone bed covered with quilts, and there were even toiletries on a stone table nearby.

His eyes landed on Mauve.

Donned in a white tracksuit, she sat in front of the stone table, lost in thought.

“Regretting it, aren't you?” Simon asked coolly.

Mauve sprung up with joy. She was greeted by the sight of Simon as soon as she turned around and called out, “Simon!”

He regarded Mauve with a wistful gaze. As a man whose heart was known to be as unyielding as iron, Simon found himself touched with an unforeseen tenderness upon the sight of this young lady.

“I have no regrets!” Mauve declared, closing the distance between herself and Simon. Her feet throbbed with pain with each determined step, but she remained elated.

With excitement brimming in her eyes, she latched onto Simon's arm, a radiant gaze beaming up at him. “Simon, are you finally all right?”

A solemn look passed over Simon's face. “Do you understand what you're up against?”

“I do,” Mauve replied. “I understand that I'll be imprisoned here for a lifetime. I've thought this over. If I ever find it unbearable and can't stand it any longer, I've resolved to end my life here.”

“And what about your parents?” Simon asked.

Mauve froze, tears pooling in her eyes before they cascaded down her cheeks.

How could I not think about them? Yet, what could I have done then? I can't stand idly by and let Simon die.

However, she knew she had to stay strong in front of Simon and quickly wiped her tears. The sadder she looked, the guiltier he would feel. “Simon, as much as I miss my parents, I know they're still alive and doing well. But what I desire more than anything else is for you to also live on,” Mauve explained.

Simon was at a loss for words.

After a considerable time, he gently held her petite hand and led her to sit by the bed.

“Let me see if your foot is better?” Simon carefully placed her foot onto his lap.

Her foot had already been tended to by Marlington King with some herbal concoction.

“It doesn't hurt that much anymore,” Mauve admitted, her lips curling into a blissful smile.

Studying her, Simon murmured, “How could there be such a silly girl like you?”

Mauve let out a hearty chortle. “I'm truly one of a kind.”

Suddenly, Simon asked, “Do you want to know who I truly am?”

Mauve looked at him in surprise, her excitement palpable as she asked, “Simon, are you willing to tell me?”

She had fallen deeply in love with Simon and held an insatiable curiosity about his past, imagining it to be filled with riveting tales.

Seeing her enthusiasm, Simon drew in a deep breath and nodded. “My surname is Lawson, and my given name is Francis. I'm thirty-one this year.”

With her head slightly titled, Mauve listened earnestly.

“I'm an orphan, adopted by an assassin's organization when I was young. I don't know who my parents were, and perhaps, they were murdered by that very organization. But who knows? They'd never tell me the truth.”

Simon divulged the harsh training he endured as a child, the pet he was forced to kill with his own hands, and the losses he'd suffered. He laid bare his experiences, his pain, and his sorrows. He also told her about Olive.

Having already accepted Mauve in his heart, Simon felt comfortable enough to open up to her.

After he finished speaking, Mauve felt a deeper understanding of this complex man.

“Simon!” Mauve flung herself into his arms, eagerly seeking his embrace. “Let me always stay by your side, okay?” she pleaded, tilting her head upward to meet Simon's gaze.

“Do you wish to be my woman?” Simon asked.

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