Chapter 46 The Breaking Point
The room felt smaller the moment those three stepped in.
Nameless sat in the wheelchair, his daughter still holding the handles proudly, unaware of the storm that had just entered their home. His eyes turned cold for a brief second, but just as quickly, he replaced it with a dull, childish smile.
The woman in front, Radha's mother, looked at him with clear disgust.
"So… this useless man is finally awake?" she said, her voice sharp and filled with contempt.
Nameless tilted his head like a confused child, blinking slowly, playing his role perfectly.
Radha's father stepped forward, his tone heavy and commanding. "Radha is wasting her life here. Taking care of a cripple and raising a child alone… this is not the future we gave her."
The brother leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirking arrogantly. "Sister has talent. She belongs in an S-rank guild, not stuck here babysitting a dead weight."
Nameless lowered his gaze, acting like he didn't understand, but inside, his mind was silent… too silent.
His daughter looked confused, clutching his shoulder. "Daddy… why are they saying bad things?"
He gently placed his hand over hers. "They are joking," he said softly, maintaining that innocent tone.
But inside—something cracked.
Radha's mother walked closer and looked directly into his eyes. "Listen carefully. Once Radha returns from the dungeon, we are taking her back. She will remarry. You… will be sent to a care center."
The words hung in the air like poison.
The brother chuckled. "Be grateful. Someone like you doesn't even deserve that."
Nameless slowly lifted his head.
For a moment—just a moment—the air shifted.
The temperature dropped.
A faint, invisible pressure spread across the room, so subtle that normal people wouldn't notice… but heavy enough to make their hearts skip a beat.
The brother frowned. "What… was that?"
Nameless's eyes flickered.
Deep within him, something ancient moved.
Far away, in another world…
His original body, sealed within that graveyard of his own creation, trembled.
A terrifying aura leaked out for a split second.
In the battlefield of gods, far beyond worlds, celestial beings paused.
They felt it.
That familiar madness.
That suppressed monster.
Back in the small room, Nameless clenched his fists slightly.
His daughter's tiny hand tightened around his fingers.
That single touch… brought him back.
The pressure vanished instantly.
Nameless blinked again, returning to his foolish, harmless expression.
He tilted his head and smiled like a child. "Will mommy bring chocolates?"
The three looked at him in irritation.
"Hopeless," the brother muttered.
Radha's father turned away. "We'll return in a week. Be ready."
They left without another glance.
The door closed.
Silence filled the room.
Nameless sat there, unmoving.
His daughter climbed onto his lap with effort and hugged him tightly. "Don't worry, daddy… I'm here."
Nameless slowly raised his hand and placed it on her head.
His smile remained.
But his eyes…
Were no longer smiling.
Inside his mind, a single thought echoed again and again—
"Care center…?"
A faint, dangerous laugh followed.
Soft.
Low.
And completely out of place for a "five-year-old mind."