After the man shouted, he suddenly realized he was now a prisoner. His entire demeanor copsed, and he fell silent once more.
Yet, Charlie’s eyes were filled with awe as he observed the scene.
Charlie coldly inquired, “Who is this so-called hero you keep mentioning?”
The man looked up at Charlie, his expression vacant, and replied, “I… don’t know…”
“You don’t know?!” Charlie retorted icily. “You im you would die for him at any moment, and now you tell me you don’t even know who he is?! Do you think I’m a three-year-old child?!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
Fear gripped the man as he stammered, “I truly don’t know… From the earliest memories I have, I’ve wanted to dedicate everything to the Lord, but I don’t know who the Lord is, and I’ve never met him…”
Charlie frowned, “Who instructed you to dedicate everything to the Lord?!”
The man quickly answered, “My parents…”
“Your parents?!” Charlie asked sharply. “What part do they y in this organization?”
The man exined, “My father, like me, is also a dead man… He died in a glorious battle thirty years ago. As for my mother… she was the daughter of another dead soldier, given to my father by the British Lord. After my father’s death, she took poison andmitted suicide at the request of the British Lord…”
Charlie was taken aback by this revtion!
This organization’s structure appeared to be even moreplex than he had imagined.
He pressed on with his questions: “So your father is one of the dead, and your mother is the daughter of another dead man. Does that imply that all boys born to these dead men have been raised to be the next generation of dead men? And that girls born to soldiers are married off to other dead soldiers, continuing this cycle?”
“Yes…” the man nodded. “This has been the case since the very first generation, and it has continued through to the present. One generation produces dead men, the next generation also consists of dead men, and women are only destined to marry the dead men, bear children for them, and perpetuate the lineage. Any chance to escape this fatees only through military achievements…”
Charlie was horrified.
From this perspective, it was evident that the organization was shrouded in mystery and had a long-standing history, with a rigid structure that allowed for the cultivation of the dead across generations!
Moreover, this man’s father could not have been the first generation of dead men, given that his mother was the daughter of another dead soldier. This meant he was at least a third-generation dead man.
What did being three generations deep signify? Considering his age in his thirties and assuming each generation spans approximately twenty years, this meant there was a time span of at least seventy years involved!
Abbas, who stood nearby, was equally stunned.
Even he had never encountered such a terrifyingly mysterious organization.
Charlie then asked, “What generation of dead are you?”
“I…” the man replied, seemingly in a daze, “I am the tenth generation dead man…”<fne3fa> Latest content published on F?nd-Novel</fne3fa>
“Ten generations…” Charlie was left speechless!
Tenth generations of dead men, stretching over two hundred years…
Abbas couldn’t contain himself and eximed, “Mr. Wade, if that’s the case, there’s no need to check the faces, DNA, or fingerprints of this group today, because it would be impossible to find any records…”
The man managed a bitter smile and said, “There’s truly no need for an investigation. The dead are mere ves supported by the organization. They will never intermarry or escape, so we have no records in any national database worldwide. There are no fingerprints, faces, or even DNA, which has long been locked away. After ten generations of reproduction, our DNA is essentially unrted to any ethnic group or individual in the outside world. In simple terms, we are the ves that nobody knows about in this world, with no one aware of when we live or when we die…”