"Fuck," Ning said quietly.
That was all he could say after he read through Trebor's past. The man had a really bad thing happen to him, and just when he was going to enact his revenge, Ning had stopped him.
"Damn it. I feel really bad right now. Urgh!!" he said to himself.
He tried to stop thinking about it, but the information was etched onto his memory, his eidetic memory. It was impossible to remove.
He hated what the emperor did to them, he hated the had god dealt with the Gassain family.
Emotions he shouldn't have been feeling, amplified by the system, raged inside him.
"Calm down, Ning. Learn from the other's mistake. Don't let anger take over your heart," he said to himself and started calming down a little.
"Sigh, I will at least do this for you," Ning thought and teleported out. He appeared next to where Trebor's molten body lay and started digging all around him.
Within minutes, he had managed to dig a circle of land. Ning then closed his eyes and thought. He was looking into the map, and once he found it, he used his Qi to pull the land from underneath the body.
Ning then touched the land and they both disappeared. When they reappeared, Ning was flying in the sky. He looked down and saw that there was a house down there.
Ning looked left and saw a small hill back there. People saw him appear but did not dare do anything as he looked very strong.
Ning slowly landed on top of the land and saw a small stone propping up, fully covered with dust.
Ning wiped the name off the stone and read what it said.
"Here lies the progenitor of the Gassain Family, Clive Gassain," Ning read. "We're here."
Ning took out his tool and started digging once more. He didn't use his cultivation or his system. He simply dug with his own strength.
It took him 15 minutes to fully clear enough plot to put in the piece of land he had brought.
He slowly brought it down onto the hole and sighed once again. "I'm sorry I couldn't bury you with a complete corpse," Ning said.
He then started filling back the dirt onto the grave. Once it was all covered, he looked for a few stones and cut them to the shape of headstones.
He took the few headstones and started carving names on them. Trebor, Roid, Leia, Horom, and Garvia.
Once he was done, he propped those headstones around the mountain, next to Trebor's grave.
"I couldn't help you while you were alive and only got in your way. I was the part of the reason for your death, so the least I could do is bury you in your home."
"You were separated and killed by those weaker than you because they feared you."
"I hope… at least in death, you found each other and are on your way to being reincarnated as a family once more. I pray for you."
Ning bowed in silence for a few minutes.
RUSTLE RUSTLE
Ning checked with his divine sense to see what was making the noise. Without even turning, he started talking.
"Young man, it's not nice to sneak up on people, you know?" he said when he saw a 7-year-old kid look at him from behind a small bush.
"What? How did you see me?" the kid asked.
"Hehe, I have eyes on the back of my head," Ning said as he turned around.
"Oh, mommy was right then. You are a monster. Are you here to eat me?" the young boy asked a little scared.
"I'm… a monster? Did your mother say that?" Ning asked.
"Yes. She said that a monster has gone to the mountains and that we should hide away. I wanted to see what the monster looked like so I sneaked up here," the little kid said.
"Oh, and what do you think he looks like?" Ning asked.
"You look just like a normal person," the little boy said, a little disappointed.
"Most monsters do," Ning said silently.
The little boy slowly walked up and saw the 5 headstones. "What are they?" he asked.
"That's… the resting place of some brave men and women," Ning said.
"Why are they sleeping next to my great-great-grandfather?" the little boy asked.
"Huh?" Ning got surprised. "What did you say?"
"That," the little boy pointed at the dirty grave and said, "That's where my great-great-grandfather sleeps. Or so my mommy says."
"You mean 'Clive' is your great great grandfather?" Ning asked. "Did your mommy say that to you?"
"No. I heard it once when mommy was talking with grandma. Mommy asked grandma about how grandpa was like and that was when I learned about great-great-grandpa," the little boy said.
Ning was a little confused, so he asked, "What's your name, kid?"
"Roid, Roid Blevins," he said.
"Roid… huh? Hah, hahaha. I see," Ning said. He then quickly looked up something on the interface and turned around towards Trebor's grave.
"Would you look at that? Who knew your brother was having an affair with the young lady of the Blevins house."
"I hope you find solace in death in learning that your bloodline did not die with you," Ning said.
"Not everyone forgot about you people. Some still remember the good you did, some still know the wrong you were done to."
Ning then turned around looked at the little Roid. "You have a good name to live up to, kid. I hope you don't disappoint these people in front of you. Him, especially," Ning said as he pointed towards Roid's headstone.
"I hope we meet again," Ning said and left.
Roid stayed there for a few minutes, just looking at the headstone.
"Roid! Roid!" a worried mother's voice sounded soon enough.
"Mommy, Mommy," he called out.
"Dear God, child. You gave me a scare. Didn't I say there was a monster outside?" she asked.
"You did, and I met him. The monster wasn't as scary as you told me though. He was just spending some time with his sleeping friends," little Roid said.
"Sleeping friends?" the worried mother finally looked ahead and saw the gravestones. When she saw the names on them, she couldn't help but gasp.
