Chapter 33
Crows circled above the houses, watching the man who had been abandoned by the roadside.
After letting out a few cawing cries, he slowly descended to the ground, looking at the guy who was covered in wounds on the ground.
The guy in front of me was very strange. He was so badly injured that he only had half a body left.
But it saw that the broken parts of the creature began to regrow, with both bones and muscles recovering at a visible speed.
"Hey! Cute little guy, eat whatever you want, don't be shy." Ghost Duke tilted his head and looked at the crow with a smile, "You can also call your friends over, you'll all have a good meal this time."
The crow seemed to understand its words and began to tear at the exposed flesh on the creature's body. It was utterly ruthless, devouring the strange man's flesh and becoming astonished that the torn flesh would begin to regrow.
More and more crows gathered around, feasting on the creature. These crows, which could eat the corpses of monsters, were quite large, and for the past few days they hadn't had a chance to eat freely because they were afraid of being hunted.
Now that we finally have a chance to eat to our hearts' content, we certainly won't hold back.
"Ha, haha." Ghost Duke raised his hand, looked at his hand that had been half-eaten, and laughed helplessly.
It hurts so much, I can't stand it anymore.
But it's already used to it. How many times has it been crushed? I don't know, but it's been through the crusher four or five times. Counting being crushed by stones, it's long been used to the pain of its whole body being destroyed.
It just hurts; there's nothing else I feel.
This gave it time to recall.
Did I say something wrong again? Some guy cut it into pieces and threw it out the window after he left, and I still don't know who did it.
He was really good with the knife; he finished several pieces in a flash without pausing.
Speaking of which, according to the terms of my original world, I should be considered a transmigrator, right? Logically, shouldn't the plot involve me finding some beautiful girls, embarking on a pleasant adventure, building a harem, and establishing prestige to defeat the great demon king?
As an ordinary college student, he died suddenly from staying up all night and ended up in front of a supreme being, who agreed to grant him a very powerful ability.
There hadn't been any problems up to this point, Ghost Duke thought. So he chose immortality, which seemed to be the most powerful thing.
Then it happily...entered the chaotic region.
It had been ravaged by the metal storm for nearly half a month, and its muscles and bones were regenerating every day. When it finally reached the city, it began to sense that something was wrong.
However, this kind of script is quite common; it needs to quickly find a place to begin its main storyline. Fortunately, what's pleasing is that the girls he sees along the way are all quite pretty, which gives him some motivation.
So he invited a nun to accompany him, along with a swordsman who looked very skilled, and a fellow who seemed knowledgeable about maps. Together they set off with a caravan.
Because that was so far ago, I can't remember exactly what happened.
In the end, he and the beautiful nun were hacked to pieces, and when he woke up, he was in an even more bizarre place. His eye had been blown there by a storm, and based on that eye, he had completely regenerated.
It's okay, I'll meet the right team someday and embark on an adventure worth telling.
With this in mind, he witnessed disaster after disaster, and those he had finally managed to befriend might not even have the chance to spend next year's holidays with him.
He is currently being eaten by crows. Because not long ago, the entire pack he was with was wiped out.
There was a monster called Twelve, one who used insects, and an assassin. Now they're all dead, only I remain.
However, he didn't feel sad this time, since even if he had come along, they probably wouldn't have considered him a teammate.
It seems like chaos is brewing here, a high-difficulty level. But what use am I? Just an ordinary college student, and someone who died from overworking. It's already a miracle I haven't been killed by the weather here, thanks to my abilities.
His eyes darted around, looking at the guy standing next to him.
Ghost Duke smiled, looking very happy.
Why are you laughing? You look like you're in a lot of pain.
"This is a bit complicated to explain, but I'd be happy to explain it to you if you'd like," Ghost Duke said casually, trying to turn over, but he couldn't. Too many crows were pressing down on him, and he was in too much pain to move his crippled body.
The sound of muskets rang out, and the crows were startled and scattered, revealing the flesh that had been hidden.
It looked like minced meat, because after the skin was torn off, crows hopped around on it, damaging the flesh.
"Ah!" The girl was startled and let out a scream.
It's understandable to scream, since this is a scene that would cause physical discomfort.
"Thank you very much for your help, but I sincerely suggest you come back in a few hours, if you are still willing to help me then." Ghost Duke said helplessly, "By then, my body will be almost fully healed."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"What makes you think I'm not in pain? Lovely lady, perhaps your appearance makes me a little happy, but if you want me to forget the pain, please at least change into some clothes that aren't so tightly wrapped up." Ghost Duke whistled, and the words flowed so smoothly that at first he might have felt apologetic for making such jokes for no reason.
But he had witnessed too much death, and this seemingly alive fellow might soon die in some inexplicable place. Then, this guy would truly have nothing to do with him anymore, because the only connection between the dead and the living might be longing.
He slowly closed his eyes; he needed to rest for a while. He needed to sleep to get through this painful period. When he woke up, he might find himself in a new, strange place, and he would have to try to deal with it.
After an unknown amount of time, Ghost Duke opened his eyes again, and as expected, he found himself in a strange place once more.
Because when you open your eyes, all you see is a ceiling.
"Alright, let me see which kind person saved me again." Ghost Duke yawned and sat up, looking at the girl sitting not far away.
She looks like she's fiddling with something, like she's tinkering with machinery.
Speaking of which, in recent years it has also heard that steam technology has begun to develop in this world.
Um, how long does it take to go from the steam age to the information age? Speaking of which, am I going to end up living in some kind of urban area again? Good heavens, are you kidding me? Is this any different from not being reborn at all?
Ouch, ouch, ouch! Damn it, I thought my wounds had healed, but now there's a piece missing from my stomach.
"My name is Lady." Lady looked up at it, presumably answering the question from before.
"Lady? What a nice name. I hope this name will linger in my ears for a few more years."
"What's the meaning?"
"I just hope you die a little longer. Seriously, I haven't seen many prettier than you yet. If you're not planning to use me, then you might be one of the few kind-hearted people out there. Both of these are low-probability events! Combining them is like getting a golden legendary card from a gacha pool using friendship points."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"I don't think anyone can understand me, so just consider it me talking nonsense. Damn it, do you have any painkillers here? My stomach hurts." Ghost Duke said, trying to get out of bed, barely able to stand by holding onto the wall.
Lady was clearly still pondering what he'd just said. Damn, this girl didn't seem to be very bright. How did she even grow up to be this big in this world?
As Ghost Duke thought this, he pulled up a chair and sat down to catch his breath.
His mind isn't quite right now, and in this situation, his mouth is practically unsealed, spouting long jokes off the cuff.
Sure enough, I haven't forgotten the same lame things I've said over the years. Perhaps it's because I've been reviewing them frequently since coming here that I've been able to remember them.
"Hello." When he looked up again, he saw the expressionless guy from the conference room standing in front of him.
"Hey there, you expressionless guy," Ghost Duke greeted casually, then hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you going to hang me up and slice me up?"
What is that?
“There was a shop that discovered that I could heal quickly whenever I was injured, without any external factors. So they tied me up, cut off pieces of my flesh, and sold them as food.” Ghost Duke said this in a very relaxed tone: “I admire their business acumen, but I only have two years left before I have to leave. I can’t help them there for too long.”
Looking at the guy in front of him whose belly hadn't even fully grown yet, Ark really couldn't blame himself for being expressionless this time; even if he weren't, he'd still have this expression.
This ability was far beyond his knowledge, because he couldn't sense any magic from this guy. He was just an ordinary person, perhaps even less capable than those who exercised regularly.
However, he possessed such a strange ability that it made him feel uneasy.
Yak hesitated for a long time, unsure where to begin his questions.
This guy didn't seem like someone who knew nothing, but his mouth made him a little skeptical about how much of what he said could be trusted.
The harm caused by false information is far more serious than being kept in the dark.
Ghost Duke looked into his eyes and shrugged helplessly.
“I sensed your suspicion, but I won’t put you in a difficult position. You’ve helped me, and I will repay you when I’m able.” He said softly, “I’ll leave soon and won’t cause you any trouble.”
Where are you going?
"I don't know, but it doesn't matter where I go. Anyway, I'm practically immortal, I'll definitely survive anywhere." Ghost Duke hesitated for a moment, looking at the oranges on the table.
"So there are oranges in this world?" it whispered. "I thought there were no safe zones where such delicate fruit trees would be grown."
Oranges are considered expensive luxury items in this world. So Ghost Lord only glanced at them, perhaps recalling some things about his original world, before preparing to leave.
"I can't trouble good people," Ghost Duke thought. They helped me, though I didn't know their true intentions, but at least they helped me. Oh, you know, getting help here is so difficult. Morality is meaningless here; although some people have their own bottom line, no one elevates it to a moral level.
That's fine, at least the world is pragmatic. After all, things are in such chaos that there's no way to restrain these guys with just a few poems.
“If you don’t mind, you can come with us for now,” Ark finally said as Ghost Duke was about to leave.
Ghost Duke paused, realizing that he had another opportunity to join someone else's travel group.
As a transmigrator, joining a main character group is obviously a good choice. However, it doesn't know who the main character group is yet, as the previous groups that seemed like main character groups have all disappeared.
This team... would anyone enjoy reading an adventure story about a caravan? Probably not. It's probably just another team of A, B, C, and D who will die in the near future.
But honestly, I don't have much of a choice right now, so joining this team won't hurt. At least it looks like there's a pretty girl in this team.
I just hope that whoever controls its fate will show some mercy, at least let this handsome creature be dismembered. Even in death, it would be best if it could die in a somewhat pleasing manner. A poisoned or cursed death would be good enough, at least it would look like it's just asleep.
“If you don’t mind finding someone who can’t do anything but spout nonsense, I’d like to come along.” Ghost Duke sighed, turned his head and said in an extremely sincere voice, “My body has always been weak, and I’ve never trained properly. I’m just a standard weakling in combat, and I’m useless except for not being able to die.”
“In fact, just this alone makes you a monster in this world,” Ark said sincerely. “I’ve never seen a stranger ability.”
"Ha! I knew you'd say that. But you have to understand how selfish this ability is. I've witnessed countless teammates die, but I've never been able to pull them back from the brink. This ability has brought me nothing but loneliness and desolation."
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