In his half-asleep state, the pain in his limbs called Viscount Samuel back to reality.
His mind was still a mess.
In a daze, he heard someone singing.
The tone and song were very strange, like a nursery rhyme.
"Dad."
"Sigh."
"Why did the tanker explode?"
"D*mn."
"Where did people go after the explosion?"
"They're all dead."
"Why can't I find the corpse?"
"It's turned to dust."
"You're really an amazing person…"
Such a song.
It was sung in the language of Cathay.
He could not understand the lyrics.
However, he could feel the joy and… madness of the singer.
"Mom."
"Sigh."
"When will the viscount explode?"
"Let's wait a little longer."
"When will his son die?"
"Wait for him to come back."
"Why wait for him to return?"
"Because the family has to die together—"
A man's voice.
The voice of an adult man.