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Fearing that there might be any contempt for his cowardice in those eyes, worried that the boy who used to call him the protagonist might have any disgust for him, and even more terrified of his miserable state—what a miserable state his already severely eroded hands would be in now?
Ahhh...
There's no flesh left, only bones. Even if you wrap it in bandages, it will only rub against the bones.
Jiang Cheng... Jiang Cheng is using this broken body to teach those who bullied me a lesson.
With such battered and bruised fists...
I was just watching from the sidelines at the time.
Jiang Cheng's body is much weaker than mine.
They did this because they wanted to protect me.
I did nothing, helped in no way, not even said a word to support Jiangcheng, or acted as a cheerleader on the sidelines. Yet now I rush up to offer my concern and express my care only after everything is over, pretending to be gentle and kind.
me……
Don't I feel like I'm being a little too shameless?
……
"It's okay, my whole body aches."
"I'm so sick I'm about to die, and I'm already burdened with debt."
Jiang Cheng didn't care. He simply slipped his blood-stained hand behind his back, not having the time or energy to pay attention to such a trivial matter.
As an ordinary person, especially one who is about to die, he has no arrogance or conceit; all he needs to do now is stay alive.
What's more, he wasn't even a good person. From the beginning, he used a threatening tone and even revealed private information about body shape.
"Stop wasting time here. If this drags on any longer, I'm really going to die. My hands are going to go numb from the pain."
"At least I consider myself a competent novice mentor, or at least the kind that's kept hidden."
The boy had no intention of lingering. He stepped over the girls, who had been beaten to their knees and were barely breathing, without any pity. He turned his shoulder and finally revealed half of his backlit profile, just like before.
"You wouldn't want me, your helper who helped you escape your already tragic fate, to just die like this, would you?"
what……
Will Jiang Cheng...die?
"Do not……"
"No!"
"Can't!"
"This kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable."
The anxious girl, wanting to deny it, raised her head, the words of self-reproach stuck in her throat—in her deep purple eyes was the boy so close to her, his profile bathed in light, even the lines of his face softened, as if he had become the sun at this moment, letting the light flow past him, his dark hair, with a hint of ash, was tinged with a touch of yellow.
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Chapter 9 The Protagonist Who's Going to Die at the Start
Guided by Raiden Mei along the way, and with an excessive understanding of the strange and secluded places in this vast campus, they arrived at the approximate location where Yae Sakura, who was supposed to escape after the Third Honkai Impact and appear as a pseudo-Herrscher, was sealed—the place where the location of the S-rank Valkyrie's defeat would be recorded in the future.
Jiang Cheng's mind was in turmoil.
Her black, tousled hair had been tossed and turned countless times.
Next, we should make use of the girl beside us who has Honkai energy resistance, equally strong adaptability, and a huge gem sealed inside her body.
In order to find or awaken Yae Sakura in advance, and to try to get her help through negotiation.
is that useful?
do not know.
He even found this trick by reading a book before he transmigrated, a book where the protagonist was also an ordinary person at the beginning—or at least claimed to be an ordinary person.
Despite the completely wrong timing, the most important issue is that although the protagonist of that book started as an ordinary person, he still had some resistance to Honkai energy. In fact, it could be said that Honkai energy was so powerful that even ordinary people could not possess it, so it was really not to the point that Wu would die instantly if he got stuck on it.
In other words, the protagonist could at least gain some immediate survival space by running away, and then figure out how to use his memories.
No.
He—Jiangcheng is no good.
He was about to die, about to perish—this thought was being transmitted through every part of his body. If it weren't for the fact that even his nerve endings were probably burned out, he had no doubt that he might have fainted from the pain, or even knelt on the spot and cried his heart out like a pathetic kitten or puppy. The sound that emanated from his lungs would have been absolutely miserable.
In fact, the now diametrically opposed side effects have left him with little expression or emotion; the vast majority of his body's functions are now used to combat the pain.
This sub-healthy body had nothing special from the beginning; it was too weak to even tear open the protective suit, and it couldn't run as fast as a long-distance running champion.
If there's any advantage to it, it's probably that external factors won't hinder one's will to survive.
"Thunder and Lightning Meiyi."
"Please think of some negative memories."
—A hoarse, dry voice forced out.
……
"Negative...?"
The girl, who had been curled up to avoid being noticed by other students along the way, raised her head, her purple eyes slightly blurred.
"Yes."
Jiang Cheng did not deny the abruptness of his words.
A person who hasn't fooled many people, or someone who hasn't received professional training, can't fool anyone with their words.
So he revealed what he knew without any concealment or hesitation.
"Just like in the plot of a comic book, important characters often only awaken their inner power when they are in a very low mood or very angry."
"I need you to unleash a portion of your power, or at least release some of your energy, to awaken Lady Yae, who has been sealed here for five hundred years."
“I don’t want to use threats to force others to help me, but only if I survive will Changkong City and its three million inhabitants have a chance to survive, and only then can you escape your tragic fate. At least with my help, you will have the possibility of struggling on the chessboard and jumping out of your status as a pawn.”
It's probably still a threat.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Raiden Mei didn't seem to care about this, nor did she care about the half-threatening words that followed. From the moment she heard the first sentence, she took the initiative to step forward and walk to the place that had been pointed out.
Thinking negatively and trying to trigger those bad emotions within her is perhaps the easiest thing in the world for a girl at this moment.
Father, school, classmates, passersby...
Anything is fine, and everything is enough.
Even something as simple as getting out of bed or going out will inevitably attract the attention of others. No matter how strong or tough a person's personality is, they cannot live in a world where they are always prickly and completely rejected by the group, a world that is untouchable.
Most people think too highly of themselves, believing that other people's opinions are useless to them, and that no one can be killed by being looked down upon or talked to to death.
However, there are far too many cases of people committing suicide due to cyberbullying, so many that a simple search will reveal countless gruesome images.
Long-term suppression not only weakens the spirit but also the body, bringing it to the brink of collapse.
For most people in this world, anger is useless, sadness is useless. The more agitated and lost one is, the more one is affected by external disasters or the harm inflicted by others, the more one's own powerlessness is highlighted. Just as—a person who talks about killing is always a third-rate killer.
This is the cruelest law in the world, and the reason for the despairing principle of zero-sum games.
If you can't do it, you can't do it; if you don't have the ability, you don't have the ability.
The weak are people who can be manipulated and trampled on at will.
Many people are bound by constraints, but at this moment, this eternal and unchanging law seems to be welcoming the day of collapse, falling into the ups and downs of negative emotions. The stream that splashes at the feet, bringing a little coolness, will in the blink of an eye converge into a river, about to rush into the sea and stir up raging waves.
Seemingly powerless, only proving one's own embarrassment and immaturity, these emotions unexpectedly triggered a strange energy that spontaneously arose and gathered in the spot.
Even though Jiang Cheng was an observer and had tried to stay as far away as possible, he immediately sensed—or rather, could not ignore—the decay that started from his right hand.
Because it's so rotten that even the last nerve is probably gone, if we shake hands again, I won't feel the sensation of Raiden Mei's hand at all.
The Honkai energy, which had originally only affected a small portion of the limbs and whose overall movement was not restricted, had in the blink of an eye extended from the wrist to the elbow, and then to the shoulder, and from there it was now moving towards the chest.
despair.
numbness.
I can no longer feel pain.
Pain is something only those with Honkai energy resistance are entitled to feel; ordinary people on the street will turn to ash the moment they come into contact with it.
It was as if his bones had been ripped away, leaving him with no ability to resist. Only when his right hand turned to ashes did the pain begin to emanate from his chest.
It was as if hard metal had easily pierced into the hard bones, penetrating the hollow bone cavity, ravaging the body along with the dirty rust, slowly hollowing out and tormenting the bone marrow, puncturing and twisting the medullary tissue, while also hammering at the fragile cavity inside.
Willpower, body... everything seemed to be subjected to final destruction in this still world, until it completely collapsed.
There is no change over time.
No flow of time can be sensed.
No matter how much you endure and bear it, there seems to be no end; the pain and despair are eternal and endless.
An intense, almost desperate pain and a murky sense of unease kept assaulting Jiang Cheng's mind.
Until the moment the Honkai energy suddenly stopped, Jiang Cheng no longer had the strength to support his body. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.
"—Jiangcheng?"
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P.S.: Actually, the kind of people who get a terminal illness from just one application, or are nearly dead from a few more, are the ones who are considered ordinary. Those who are at most half-dead from the infection but can still live for a long time are anything but ordinary...
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Chapter 10 Hehe, I want to live.
"leave me alone."
"Let's see if there's a pink one..."
"..."
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The left hand that had been forcibly raised slammed to the ground.
It made a cracking sound, like bones breaking.
There's no need to say anything more.
Without even the slightest ripple, this baiting effort essentially amounted to nothing more than a fisherman's futile attempt at fishing.
With her eyes fixed straight ahead, trying her best to maintain a steady gaze that swayed with her breath, all she could see was Raiden Mei, who had stopped triggering the Honkai and was running towards her location, but then suddenly stopped ten steps away. She could only look at Raiden Mei with worry.
Even as their senses were on the verge of collapse/destruction, they could still vaguely feel the worry and fear gripping their arms tightly—the fear of dying—but no matter what, they dared not take another step forward, dared not get any closer.
Is it because you're worried about the Honkai energy on your body?
It seems they've already mentioned that she was carrying a bomb.
I never expected her to take it seriously.
"------"
Her breathing was somewhat rapid, suggesting that she was not in a normal emotional state. Her steps were also disordered, and the sound of her black leather boots hitting the ground was not consistent. She even forgot to hold onto her skirt while running, and a glimpse of purple could be seen in the background.
The thickened edges of the black stockings, tightly cleaving into her flesh, sank deep into her fair, creamy thighs, making the boundary between black and white even more distinct.
Is this the setting of the second Collapse, the initial Ding?
As expected of Raiden Mei...
Perhaps because the body was aware that it was about to die, the mind became unusually scattered, as if the rope that had been restraining it had suddenly broken and scattered in all directions.
The assets that had been maintained with such composure, which he had tried so hard to keep under control, could no longer be preserved.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
There's no need to try to fix it anymore.
Because in the eyes that had not yet been harmed by the Honkai invasion, it was clear that even though the Herrscher core had slightly stimulated them, there was no unusual movement in the distance. The seal that was expected to be drawn out, at least revealing some of its brows, remained as stable as Mount Tai from a human perspective.
It was just a matter of finding an idea in a few minutes. Because of the extremely limited time, it was unreliable to piece together something from the available information.