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The so-called gods... can easily take away the most important thing in your life just for the sake of pleasing the gods. Don't you feel angry?
But nobody does that.
Yae Sakura could no longer bear the shame and lowered her head, no longer daring to look at that figure that seemed to be shining.
In a sense, it is precisely because you are so powerful that you get sick, because you will occasionally issue commands that will exhaust your mind and body. Ordinary people do not have this kind of willpower. So stop blaming yourself, and you don't need to feel inferior. Don't think that your ideas are wrong or shouldn't be. You are just not following the crowd.
Having these emotions is proof that your inner world is richer. If someone is choking you, you should strangle the person who is choking you. Why blame it on your neck not being strong enough, or on not being able to live on just a little bit of oxygen?
—But I'm not capable of dealing with all of this.
The girl was trembling as if her body was being poked and made to go limp, even when she was standing still.
Shaking his head, bobbing his head... it was as if he had returned to the first day when he killed Rin. Unable to face it all, he could only curl up alone in the corner.
It seems that if you close your eyes, you will no longer see cruel things.
If you cover your ears, you won't hear sad stories.
All you need to do is run to escape everything.
The cowardly and self-deprecating girl resorted to her old tricks once again, trying to pretend to be an unacceptable victim and escape from everything.
The light is still too bright.
The sunlight bathing my body.
The brilliance that gently falls from the horizon.
Along with the rustling of the leaves being blown by the wind, and the delicate accompaniment of the petals fluttering in the air, it seemed to guide the girl to raise her head once again, urging her to open her eyes and look directly at the boy in the distance.
He didn't seem to have gone far; he remained there, posing as if walking forward, but he would always turn back from time to time, revealing half of his face that perfectly blocked all the sunlight. His profile obscured all the brilliance, and all the colors spread out along the curves, weaving together a dreamlike and blurry picture.
He knew my true nature from the very beginning.
Knowing the eight factors allows you to do everything.
Knowing all of one's own personality traits, preferences, inner and outer self, one can naturally understand one's own inner hesitations and changes, and even know all the cowardly and foolish things one might do.
So why tolerate me like this?
Why should you accept my stupidity like this?
Why give me so much time to think?
No matter how hard I try, I can't figure it out, and I can't come up with the final answer.
Based on this line of thinking, every day, every minute, every second, and every interaction with the boy in the past has a different perspective, a perspective that is more profound than empathy—he clearly knows what my true nature is, yet he still so firmly chooses my choice.
You need to realize one thing: you are the one who possesses violence. Even if the people in the village know your weakness, no one dares to interfere in your life any further, except for the matter of Rin, right?
If you can cut wood so well, you can certainly cut people. Besides, you are both a priestess and a warrior. With your martial arts skills, you would be a guest of honor wherever you go. There is no need to worry about changes.
It felt like I was back in the past, hearing those voices that lingered in my ears, those countless times of advice, comfort, and even when I had to play the bad cop to tell them the truth, to teach that guy who wouldn't even reach out to someone what it truly meant to live.
In fact, the things that cannot be understood and the answers that cannot be found have already been revealed without any concealment in the passing of each day.
I will help you.
Yes.
That is the answer.
Whether you like it or not, I will help you.
Just like now...
It's just like……
Jiang Cheng suddenly drew out the Jizo Soul—a crimson blade that seemed to rise and splash its authority and power along with the sword in an instant.
It seemed as if the power it emanated was about to tear apart heaven and earth, leaving behind wounds in the space that appeared to have been eroded and corroded.
Those who were cheering and reveling were evaporated in an instant. The crowd that could force others to kill their own sisters was no more than ants on the roadside in the face of this power, and not much harder than straw.
The ultimate embodiment of all power and rules in this world, pure power is displayed to its fullest extent at this moment.
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What is the best way to deal with a predicament?
What is the best way to confront public opinion?
It was never a sophisticated plan, never a display of one's own reasoning, and certainly never about tearing open one's own heart again and again, tearing everything apart to prove one's innocence to others, making those who hurt one regret their actions and realize their mistakes.
This behavior is too frustrating, too slow, and too pathetic. It puts everything about oneself, including one's value and self, into the hands of others, letting others' opinions define one's worth, and even expecting others' opinions to help clear one's name.
Such disciplined individuals, unable to endure the torment or oppression any longer, resort to suicide as a so-called warning to the world—a pathetic act that is utterly repulsive.
Extremely stupid.
Ridiculous.
The best way to deal with those guys—Jiang Cheng had already given that solution back when he was at Qianyu Academy.
How to do?
Only——
kill! ! !
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"Don't be afraid, he's all alone!"
"Let's all work together, and the gods will protect us."
Even though they couldn't understand why a strange man had suddenly appeared before them, the deity still immediately demonstrated his ability to become a religious leader here, stirring up the emotions and will of everyone present.
Facing the soldiers, some of whom were still wearing armor, who suddenly charged forward at the shouts of the god, Jiang Cheng's smile was so manic that it was almost uncontrollable.
"Come!"
"Face me!"
"Let me see for myself who gave you the audacity to bring history before me."
"There is no justice, no fairness, and no judgment whatsoever—I simply want to kill you all, so fight for survival!"
In an instant, the Jizo Mitama in his hand was gripped tightly, and the maximum amount of Honkai energy it could bear was activated. A dazzling halo accompanied the extension of the sword. Jiang Cheng suddenly stomped on the ground, turned around, swung his arm, twisted his waist and elbow, and sent the tip of the sharp blade into the air several meters away.
"Crack——!"
“Shuashuashua!!!”
The crimson sword energy sliced through the air.
The intense heat, like a highly purified crystal distilled from countless drops of blood, instantly tore everything in front of them apart.
Human body, armor, bones, flesh... everything is more fragile than tofu in the face of this power.
The cheers abruptly ceased in the air. Amidst the shocked gazes of countless villagers, onlookers, and even the deity himself, all the so-called guards entrusted with important tasks to serve the gods instantly flew into the sky.
—Only the upper body flew into the sky.
"Clap clap clap..."
"Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat!"
Blood, organs, and internal organs fell like raindrops, a crimson rain cascading down from the sky. Different organs and entrails within the human body slammed together, their colorful patterns piling up to form a foul-smelling pulp. Finally, the head fell, rolling down the steps of the upper level, covered in dust before settling in the villagers' pupils—pupils already widened to the extreme in astonishment.
And in the edge of that dazed peripheral vision, driven by what seemed to be made of steel, the boy, wielding the Jizo Mitama Tumor in his right hand! Zero IIIII-Shōba-shi, moved forward step by step, his cherry-colored eyes, beneath his blood-stained, torn hair, were almost crimson with an eerie quality.
step,
Two steps.
The sharp crimson blade left almost tangible traces in the air, and the combat skills mounted on it were already in motion.
This was the first time he could release his anger so freely, without having to worry about Cocolia and the others finding out if it dragged on too long, unlike the massacre he carried out at Chiyu Academy where he treated all the bullies equally.
Now, all Jiang Cheng needs to do is swing his knife. He doesn't need to care about anything or worry about anything. He only needs to think about how to send the sharp blade in his hand to the head of the person in front of him, or to cut him in half or shred him into pieces.
The cross-section of the human body, a sight that would make anyone nauseous, was hastily suppressed in the face of the current anger.
Bile, stomach acid, brain matter, blood... all sorts of liquids mixed together, smeared into a colorful mixed slurry.
A dozen or so villagers gathered together, holding broadswords made from farm tools. After exchanging glances, it seemed that their numbers gave them courage. They ran wildly toward Jiangcheng's location, shouting "Gods!" With each step, they carefully controlled the distance and thrust their weapons forward, instantly soaring into the sky.
It wasn't the body that was knocked away, but the upper body.
A single crimson sword aura is enough to tear apart a hundred people.
With an absolute advantage in combat power, no technology is needed at all. The body of the stigma holder can completely support Velvey's creation. With just a casual swing of the sword, those people can be easily cut in half. Even if the number of villagers is piled up, they will not pose any threat.
Jizo's Soul has never been as useful as it is today.
It seems that there is no need to actively control it.
If previously, using it required at least a touch of science fiction or mystery to invest one's will, now all it takes is to unleash the dazzling special effects that would be worthy of praise even in a game, creating an arc more perfect than the full moon at night.
Forward slash, backward slash, left-spinning slash, right-spinning slash, thrusting slash, horizontal thrust, stabbing... it's like playing a game, honing your skills and having fun mowing the grass.
The battle against this group of small fry feels meaningless, even to the point of describing it in words. In the novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," even a simple description of their movements would be considered water.
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Chapter 80 You've done a great job, Sakura
In the end, Jiang Cheng even started using his left hand to wield the knife, abandoning some of the combat skills provided by his right mechanical arm.
His left hand waved casually, without any skill, while his right hand swung a punch that smashed someone's head.
The supposedly hardest skull is no more fragile than a watermelon in the face of this power. Five fingers made of soul steel can easily poke holes in the skull with a little force. It's like holding a bowling ball in your hand. Then, with a turn and a roll, you knock down everyone in front of you, scoring a perfect score.
This was no longer a battle, nor even a massacre; it was simply play, simple torture, a childish game of stomping on ants to vent their anger.
Ahhh...
What kind of demon is this?
The deity had trembled and cowered away, just as it had before.
In those pupils, the same color and size as his two daughters, was reflected the most cruel, the purest, and the most playful killing.
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He's clearly not a serial killer.
I've never even killed a chicken before.
Why does it become like this?
What has become the present is this: endlessly hacking and killing humans with knives, killing those of the same kind/humanity who share the same thoughts, the same bodies, the same breaths, who know love, hate, and fear, who have a strong will to survive, and who might even tremble and kneel down in an attempt to preserve their own lives.
Perhaps it's because that's just the nature of this world.
A story filled with love.
However, love must first reveal ugliness before it can be shown. Just as sweetness can only be truly appreciated by those who have tasted bitterness, those who live in endless honey will simply take it for granted and regard these things that should be celebrated as the most ordinary daily occurrences.
Justice is made just by evil, and order is made orderly by chaos. If we want to show love, we must first use ugliness as the standard.
then--
Bullying, oppression, human experimentation, families torn apart and lives lost...
In the end, out of kindness and love, one must choose to forgive or impose only a mild punishment.
Just as many people who have been oppressed for a long time choose suicide, suicide is also advocated—for order, for a more stable world. It can better guarantee the rights of certain people, so they hurt others by hurting themselves to the extreme, rather than taking a knife and exploding with those who oppress them.
I dislike stories about good people, partly because goodness is celebrated while evil is never completely stopped.
Just like how Yae Sakura felt guilty and sad because she was controlled by the Herrscher of Corruption and killed this abstract thing that occupied the entire village.
Just like how Sirin, even after becoming a Herrscher, could never defeat Otto, the true culprit who caused her to be experimented on for so long and whose friends all died.