Chapter 50

[System, I feel it.] In the room, Yan Bei, who had just recovered, suddenly spoke.

【What?】 The system was stumped by his words and puzzled.

[I feel the existence of the original owner's soul.] Thinking of the other small warm soul in his body, Yan Bei's mouth curled up slightly.

[Ah? What? He actually still exists?] The system was confused for a moment.

Yan Bei did not explain directly, but asked, "Before I entered the small world, what was the cause of the original owner's death?"

[How would I know this?] The system quickly refuted, but two seconds later he changed his words, [Okay, I do know.]

【It was suicide.】

【He's still here. I have to find him. 】

After saying this, he looked down from his body. Under the layers of storm clouds, a tiny white light was floating in the dead silent ocean.

In the white light, a figure curled up tightly, his eyes tightly closed as if returning to his mother's amniotic fluid.

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Who am I...

A soft floating sound was heard.

I am Yan Bei, not that special alien soul that comes with a purpose.

I'm just Yanbei.

It was Yanbei who suddenly became conscious one day, born under the emperor's dirty power and the doctor's enthusiasm for research.

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"Well done." The kind and majestic Majesty sat high up at the top, his eyes fixed on me through the thick rolling black mist.

I lowered my head and listened to His Majesty's praise for me.

But my mind is full of the task object that has "died".

This is my latest awakening.

I am not always there. I will only appear when Your Majesty needs me.

I am his spear and his sword, and he can use me as he pleases.

I exist to fulfill your majesty's mission.

He asked me to kill Shaka.

I will go and kill Shaka.

That's right.

But even though the mission has been completed, my heart still cannot find peace.

"Good boy, raise your head and let me take a good look at you."

Hearing your majesty's voice, I obediently raised my head. A pair of old hands stretched out to me, and the black mist rolled over and approached, finally slowly wrapping me up.

Invading every inch of my skin, every thought of mine was exposed to His Majesty, and I was completely open to him.

The black mist slowly dissipated, and this time, His Majesty was also sure of my loyalty to him.

But he didn't know that another soul was hidden by me.

He can't see.

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The last time I was awake I was awake for a long time.

What meets the eye is a large area of ​​glaring red.

In front of me was a man who died with his eyes open. In the memory just passed, he was talking to me gently in the last second, but was killed by me in the next second.

His blood covered half of my body. Besides him, there were corpses lying all over the room, and the walls and the floor were covered with blood.

Did I do all this? I stood up in a daze, thinking in a daze.

Yes, this is all for His Majesty. Soon, another firm voice in my head replied to me.

I accept his statement.

I opened the door and walked out. Countless pairs of hateful, angry eyes flashing with fire looked at me at the same time. Each of them stared at me intently, wishing to kill me.

What should I do? I was at a loss for a moment.

Kill them, and no one will dare to look at you like this. The voice in my head sounded again.

After hearing his words, my confused thoughts slowly faded away and the ideas in my mind became firm again.

I raised my hands - and gave the order to those troops who were not looking to kill me - to attack.

All the gazes that dared to look me in the face disappeared, and the voice seemed very satisfied, so it temporarily hid itself in my mind.

Everything was fine, except for the chest. There was no injury, but I could see blood flowing out of it.

It can't be washed off, no matter what I do.

I kept flushing the blood from my chest.

I wiped the blood from my chest vigorously and continuously.

It can’t be wiped off, no matter how hard you try.

I kept wiping it, but the blood kept coming out and the wound got bigger, until a figure suddenly rushed in and grabbed my hand.

My movement was abruptly stopped and I looked up in confusion.

The figure rushing in was my adjutant Lance, this strange guy, who was looking at me with anger and sadness.

He opened his mouth, then suppressed the question that was about to come out, and said in a gentle tone, "Commander, it's okay, take a rest first."

Although he spoke in a negotiating tone, he secretly used his hands to push me out of the bathroom without giving me any room for rebuttal, and then he took the initiative to open the repair cabin.

The gray hatch above my head slowly closed, and through the last tiny gap I saw the adjutant's expression suddenly turn extremely cold.

This wound won't kill me, why is he so worried?

How strange.

With this confusion, under the effect of the repair agent, I slowly lost consciousness.

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I appeared on a battlefield.

There was a sea of ​​blood and corpses beneath my feet.

All around was a large, frightened and angry crowd.

There is a constant, shrill whistle in my head.

Did I do this again?

What am I?

You are His Majesty's indestructible sword. That voice sounded again.

Do you see that in front of you? That's your Majesty's enemy. Kill him. Kill him!

There was a stern tone in the voice that brooked no rejection. I asked no more questions and walked towards the enemy, dragging my bruised body.

That enemy is also a very strange guy.

He had a childish face but very old eyes, and there was no emotion in his eyes when he looked at me.

These eyes shouldn't look like this.

What should that look like?

Waves of doubt rolled up in my mind, one higher than the other. I forgot what I was doing and stood there in a daze. All I could see was that pair of eyes.

It wasn't until a sharp pain came that I came to my senses.

It’s strange, why do I seem to be very familiar with these eyes.

…

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The calm ocean suddenly began to stir.

A flash of lightning quickly passed through the clouds, pierced through the waves and reached the little white light.

"I found you." A joyful voice echoed in the ocean of subconsciousness. The surrounding haze seemed to be cleared away in an instant with the sound of the voice.

Yan Bei opened his eyes and saw a soul exactly like him descending from the sky. He was wearing a pure white holy robe, surrounded by illusory white pigeons and light-colored petals, spinning down from the sky and landing in front of Yan Bei.

"This is not your real appearance. Who are you?" Yan Bei couldn't help but reach out and touch the face of the person in front of him. Even the soul of the person in front of him was warm.

"It's not important, honey." "Yan Bei" grasped the hand he extended to her, pressed her hand against his cheek affectionately, and whispered in his ear, "Honey, I'm here to take you away from here, I'm here to take you back to the human world."

"Don't be sad, don't be sad, let's join hands and get rid of those bad guys, dear."

Yan Bei stared at him blankly. Under the white robe, Yan Bei saw through his flesh and blood and saw the transparent heart under his chest.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Hearing this familiar voice, it was as if he had grown a heart again.

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When another Yanbei appeared, I suddenly remembered all my memories in an instant.

It's me.

It's a weapon.

It's a murderer.

He is Shajia's relative.

It's a humanoid weapon.

It's too dangerous for me.

But it’s okay, brother.

I will use my last value.

Burn away every last bit of filth in the world.

I will clean up all the filth in the world and create a [brave new world].

Leave it to you.