Heartless

Aniket, panicking, said, "Oh, my sister, calm down!

Why are you crying so much that my ears are hurting?

Please, just stop now."

The girl, who was crying uncontrollably, replied, "How can I stop? My beautiful face is ruined now... Have you ever seen a girl with a beard? No boy will even look at me anymore."

Saying this, she started crying even louder.

To calm her down, Aniket said, "Oh, don't worry. Everyone will still look at you, and they'll definitely talk about you. Your new look is amazing!"

The girl stopped crying for a moment and stared at Aniket's face.

Aniket continued, "And as for a boy proposing to you, well, there are people with unique tastes. Who knows, someone might actually like a bearded girl." He tried hard to suppress his laughter.

The girl, with tears in her eyes and a hopeful face, said, "Please, tell me the truth. Don't comfort me with lies."

Aniket took a deep breath and said, "Alright, if you really want to hear the truth, listen. If you propose to a boy, He Vomit on the spot.

And everyone will stare at you like you're some weird monkey from a zoo. Ha! Feeling better now?"

The girl, shocked and staring at him intensely, could only utter two words: "You're heartless. You don't even know how to comfort someone."

The girl picked up a nearby gun and said, "That's it! I have nothing left in this world, so I'm leaving."

Aniket pleaded, "Please, don't do this! Someone will care for you; they'll take care of you. Just as long as they don't look at your face."

Hearing this, the girl, who had pointed the gun at her head, angrily turned it toward Aniket and said, "You scoundrel! You're first!"

Aniket, panicking, said, "Please, please, listen to me. You don't even know how to fire a gun! You haven't even taken off the safety. So just let it go; you won't be able to do it."

Hearing this, the girl threw the gun down and started crying again, this time with rivers flowing from her nose.

Aniket, unable to tolerate it anymore, said, "Alright, alright, I'll help you. You just need a shave, right? Look, I have the power of creation, so I can create anything. Making shaving supplies for you is no big deal.

Don't worry; my mana will recover in a while."

15 minutes later

The girl, now somewhat calm, looked around and said, "So this is why there's a bazooka, an AK-47, two handguns, and grenades lying here.

Any normal person would think of creating food or something lovely, but you…"

Aniket smiled and said, "It's been my hobby since childhood."

"Anyway, forget that. You haven't told me your name yet," he added.

The girl wiped her eyes and said, "Alice Dupont."

Aniket smiled and said, "And my name is Aniket, from India. Where are you from?"

Alice replied, "Paris."

Aniket laughed and said, "It's a great place. The pizzas there are pretty famous. And maybe the pasta too."

Alice retorted, "If you don't know anything about it, just keep your mouth shut! Paris is famous for the Eiffel Tower!"

Aniket, confused, said, "What? Isn't that in France?"

Alice laughed and said, "How can someone be this clueless? You buffoon."

Aniket said, "Alright, forget all that. Tell me, how did this happen to you? Looks like your mood has improved a bit, so you can talk now."

Aniket,"so you are abilities you can make anything more better and you want make you more beautiful so that is why you try it first on your face."

Alice blushed and said, "Well, at first, nothing happened. But later, when I went outside…"

Aniket interrupted, "Alright, but how did the explosion happen? You didn't even have any grenades."

Alice explained, "Well, I tried to enhance the flame of a candle. It kept growing and growing, and then… boom."

Blushing, Alice said, "I wanted to tell you something. Would you be my…"

Seeing her blushing, Aniket stepped back and said, "Look, I'm telling you upfront, I called you sister earlier. And I'm not from China, so don't think of anything weird."

Alice, angry, said, "Forget it. I was asking you to be my friend. But I don't know why I even thought of that."

Aniket laughed and said, "Friend? That works. Anyway, my group doesn't have a bearded…"

Alice silently moved her hands toward her feet, removed her sandal, and said, "You dare…"

And then, the room was filled with screams and yelling.

But there was someone, burning with rage and was stunned. Whether it was anger or fear, no one could say for sure.

In a dimly lit room, a boy sat trembling. "Why is he here? Of all places, why here? Out of the entire world, why him?"

Clutching his head, he muttered nervously, "If I come face to face with him… if he confronts me, what will happen? Either he'll destroy me… or—no, no! That's not going to happen. I won't let it. If he shows up, I'll destroy him first.

It doesn't matter how good a friend he used to be. Avinash, I swear, I'll kill you."

Meanwhile, somewhere far away, a massacre was underway.

Debris lay scattered across the ground, flames devoured everything in their path, and the stench of death hung heavy in the air. Normally, such a scene would be accompanied by screams and chaos, but here, silence prevailed. Every soul had been wiped out, their lifeless bodies strewn across the blood-soaked ground.

Isabella's voice, dripping with fury, broke the silence. "How dare you spread false information?"

A man, his limbs brutally severed, lay bleeding profusely. Trembling, he begged, "Princess, spare me. I didn't do it intentionally. We were just trying to draw the attention of some important people…"

Isabella sneered mockingly. "Well, congratulations. You've done a fantastic job. But do you even realize what your little stunt has cost you?"

"You saved a life. And in return for saving one life, isn't it fair to lose another?"

With a simple gesture, she signaled to a nearby soldier.

The soldier unsheathed his sword and, with a single swing, decapitated the man.

Turning to Isabella, he reported, "Princess, everyone here has been killed."

A faint smile curled on Isabella's lips as she replied, "I don't think so."

Her finger moved slightly, and blood from the surrounding corpses began to gather, forming a small crimson orb.

The orb grew denser and more menacing before it shot through the soldier's head like a bullet. His lifeless body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Isabella continued walking, casually shoving aside heavy debris with one hand. Beneath the rubble, she found a young child crying hysterically.

A faint smile crossed her face. "Don't cry, little one. You're not alone anymore."

And in the very next moment, the child's cries were silenced, replaced by the sickening splatter of blood painting the walls.

From a distance, a soldier stood watching. His entire body trembled as he observed the horrors unfolding before him.

He muttered under his breath, "I know… I know this is barbaric. There's no way this can be justified. And yet, I'm a part of it."

"My mind screams at me, telling me this is wrong. So very wrong. But my heart…" He paused, his voice trembling as his eyes glowed red. His sharp fangs emerged, glistening in the dim light.

"My heart is intoxicated by the scent of blood."

His voice grew darker. "I want more… I need more."hai