Harry Potter: The Boy Loved by Beasts

Sorted out!

Chapter 36: old kitty next!

Author: Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! SIGh! SIGH!

Vira would have ignored him, but when the author came closer and closer, and with the sighs getting louder and louder, he asked in annoyance.

Vira: What?

Author: The Harry Potter section is coming soon! I'm nervous!

Vira: So? Didn't you say your work is just an abbreviation of it and shit? TF do you care?

Author: It's still mine! ...

There were more words left to leave his mouth, but seeing the rage inside Vira's grey eyes increasing more and more, he shut himself up and did his work.

Looking at Vira, who now had his eyes closed with doctors tending to him, Silas grew more and more anxious, especially as he was getting dragged away. Not because the doctors were fools—after all, no one insulting Vira's close friends had a good outcome—but simply because, like Vira, Silas had also been injured.

The doctors were originally scared to touch Vira's pets, but when James, who saw it injured, ordered them to take it for treatment, they had no choice but to obey.

Although, as a close subordinate and the one giving orders, James would have to bear the consequences if Vira were to get angry, Vira's majesty and fear were no joke to those who worked in close proximity.

Unlike the animals that anxiously waited for their turn to be with Vira, the doctors and other subordinates wanted to be switched out as soon as possible, with the only exceptions being James and a few other orphans who had been with Vira since he was three.

Speaking of animals, aside from a few birds that were surveilling the air and had survived, all the others had died in the explosion. These birds were useful, but not by much, as even if they had notified Vira of the falling missile, it was too fast, and knowing a few seconds earlier did not make much of a difference.

They were still harmed by the debris and the heat radiated by the explosion. Most of them had already died, and the few that remained were now being tended to by the limited personnel Vira had brought with him.

As for Vira himself, he was knocked out by Silas, who, after feeling that they were in a safe place, bit the man who was growing more and more anxious and oozing negative emotions as time passed.

Just like how its predecessor, Viper, had helped Vira deal with his helplessness as a child, it too had managed to do the same. Not exactly something one would want, but no matter what, it had worked well.

Vira had passed out and was now sleeping calmly, without questioning what he had become or what was happening to him.

Even his troubles went away as he woke up. After the sleep—or well, the knockout—ended, Vira's mind seemed refreshed and completely fine. As if God had answered his troubles, or perhaps some other creature had, but the emotions that had been raging and causing trouble seemed to have completely stopped. I wonder if even the soul felt bad for causing him trouble.

No matter what, he was fine. There were no random emotions colliding and affecting his thoughts. He could think as sanely as before. There was no impulse urging him to pull out the IV and run around—or, hopefully, none that made him want to eat that disgusting, maggot-filled piece of shit.

And the first thing he did after waking up was return to Leicester, back to his place of action.

After dealing with all the concerns of Nicolas, who was waiting anxiously with endless worries, Vira remained silent for years to come.

Until the day he turned eleven, and for a few months until he was twelve, he did not travel much.

This is not to say that VINE did not grow—not at all. After Vira returned and rested to tend to his injury, he remained there for the majority of the time. Contrary to the expectations of Nicolas and Peter, who thought Vira would leave as soon as he and Silas were cured, he stayed and took charge of the organization.

Peter and Nicolas were a bit unaccustomed to this change, but they accepted it readily, as they were loyal to Vira and never once thought that this giant of an organization was theirs.

So, they happily accepted the fact that instead of waiting for hours on end for Vira to respond to them in case of an emergency, he would deal with it himself in a few minutes.

And what made them even more overjoyed was the fact that, unlike before—where the only response they would get was to get rid of a hurdle—Vira was thinking more. If before, Vira used to just deal with troubles by eradicating them, he had now learned to do more. Not that it was something ingenious, though—all he did was take back the methods he had forgotten: bribery, threats, and other tactics.

And during the years he had spent in the place, he had made a lot of decisions—some reasonable, while others were not reasonable at all. It seemed as if he had changed. If before he had a lot of patience for his people, he now seemed to have none. The enemies still had it worse, with their entire ancestry and future cut off, but still, killing countless managers every six months was a bit too much.

Peter had consulted with him countless times to stop, but to no avail, and Nicolas simply did not care about the mass killing. This would have impacted VINE significantly if they were small-scaled, lacking manpower, or if the grassroots were not loyal.

But no, it seemed that Vira had a charm beyond just the one that attracted animals—this charm worked on humans too. As long as they did not harbor any disloyal thoughts or bad intentions toward Vira, making them hostile from the start, they would like and even love him.

Those that loved him caused trouble, but not to a great extent. Vira was far above them, so aside from a few crazy ones, all the others worked dedicatedly to serve and grow what they believed Vira cared about.

But for those with bad thoughts, they had to await judgment in a large compound, where they were eventually executed. Every half a year, manager-level figures came and went—some dead, some fled. Countless suffered from what Vira called "baptism," but no one who suffered was innocent.

This accuracy in eradicating people was so precise that intelligence and law enforcement agencies from different countries were left helpless. Anyone they sent as a spy would die immediately as soon as they rose in position. So, they gave up on planting a high-level spy and instead started planning to rile up people inside VINE and stage a rebellion in an attempt to slow down its ever-expanding progress and buy themselves time to plot. But it failed miserably. As soon as someone contacted the low-level workers, they were reported to the higher-ups—and then killed.

The number of people killed had risen so much that there was no longer any meaning in hosting public executions. Killing traitors in VINE had become too common and bland. Even more so, as the intelligence forces and opponents seemed akin to a hydra.

But even forces akin to a hydra were helpless as time passed. Although they could regrow their heads and attack countless times, when their higher-ups started getting bribed and restrictions were placed upon them, they became limited.

And just like a chained hydra, they could only watch helplessly as their heads were cut off again and again, every single time without fail—until they were crushed into pulp by an enemy beyond their strength and by the very chains of those they had vowed to protect.

Amidst the blood of enemies and the adoration and loyalty of his people, VINE grew, entangling the entire world. And with it, its owner rose to the position of the most influential person in the history of mankind.

And it kept growing until one fateful day when Vira found new land to conquer.

THE END.