Chapter 854 [Extra: Zero-sama’s Perspective 2]
He reincarnated eleven times, each one more boring than the last, because his divine power was so strong that in the later lives, his memory was restored to its original state even before his death.
Once his memory is restored, all the "relatives and friends" around him become paper people in the game. He works tirelessly and out of place, completing one game after another in which he is the only one playing.
So in the twelfth life, Zhan Taiyan told himself that this was the last time.
For the last time, this increasingly boring reincarnation game will be completely ended.
But this time, something unexpected happened.
The day I met Mo Wuhen was the beginning of winter.
An assassin dressed in black broke into his drugstore and rummaged through the drawers. This was the scene he saw when he entered the drugstore holding a candle and with his undershirt closed.
In the blink of an eye, a cold dagger was pressed against his neck, and the man behind him spoke in a cold tone.
"I tell you the name of the medicine, and you look for it. If you dare to say one more word, I will kill you."
Kill you.
Perhaps these three words touched a nerve in Zhan Taiyan. The divine power gathered in his palm dissipated, his arms dropped, and he nodded slightly. In this life, he was too lazy to even erase his memories, so he just fabricated the identity of a doctor and opened a clinic.
If he could really be killed, he would probably be grateful profusely.
When the assassin mentioned the fifth herb, the man who had been silent for a long time spoke for the first time.
"Golden Pavilion herbs are very potent. You've lost too much blood and your internal organs are weak. You shouldn't use such strong herbs. San Yang Chun would be a better alternative."
He was actually thinking seriously about an assassin who had kidnapped him.
The blade on the neck paused for a moment, and after a moment a voice came:
"Just use Golden Pavilion Grass."
He doesn't know the medicinal effects of Sanyangchun.
Zhan Taiyan lowered his eyes to look for medicine.
It seems that he is still a very cautious little wolf cub.
…
The second time we met was in the alley behind the clinic.
This time he was not wearing a mask, revealing a childish but sharp face. The young man was lying dying at the back door of the pharmacy, with a horrible wound on his stomach, as if he had been stabbed in the stomach.
When their eyes met, snowflakes fell.
Zhan Taiyan sighed, it turned out to be a half-grown child.
The officers and soldiers who were searching in the distance were getting closer and closer with torches in their hands. He bent down and brought him back to the clinic.
When applying medicine to him, Zhan Taiyan discovered that the child's body was covered with wounds of various sizes, some new and some old, and there were six fatal penetrating wounds.
People who live on the edge of a knife like this are most likely assassins trained by their families since childhood.
After taking his pulse, Zhan Taiyan pondered for a moment and said seriously.
"If you don't take care of your body like this, and you want to die quickly, I can give you a ride."
He knew his temper and he would definitely not listen to any kind words.
The little wolf cub was indeed on guard, with his muscles tensed.
Strangely enough, he couldn't explain why he subconsciously ran towards the clinic when he was seriously injured. Perhaps it was because this "goody-goody doctor" really cared about him.
He went back to check out Sanyangchun, and found that it was indeed a mild blood-tonifying medicine. Its efficacy was similar to that of Jingecao, but the price was three times more expensive. Only powerful officials and wealthy people would choose Sanyangchun over the other two.
Mo Wuhen had seen many evil spirits and monsters, and he absolutely did not believe that there were any so-called "good people" in this world. The only explanation for using such expensive medicine on an assassin who had held him hostage was that the doctor was really afraid of death.
But if you are afraid of death, why would you risk being wanted by the whole city to rescue him when he is completely unable to move?
After much thought, Mo Wuhen came to a conclusion -
This doctor must be mentally ill.
It was this "brain-sick" doctor who repeatedly brought him back from the brink of death. As time went on, Mo Wuhen came to another conclusion -
"No matter how badly injured you are, as long as you go to the clinic, he can save you."
Because of this idea, the next time he went on a mission, he took a gamble for some unknown reason. The end result was that he was successfully promoted, but the price was that his legs were almost amputated and he had to lie in bed for two months.
The divine doctor, who was always quiet and gentle, stared at him for a long time and added a little white powder to the medicine. Because of this powder, Mo Wuhen went to the toilet more than twenty times a day and almost collapsed.
"I told you, if you want to die, I can give you a ride."
The man in a long robe faced his accusations with his white clothes flowing and an indifferent expression, looking aloof and independent, as if he would ascend to heaven in the next second.
Because of this lesson, when Mo Wuhen faced danger again, he inexplicably stopped seeking quick success and chose a "gentle strategy".
His subordinates looked as if they had seen a ghost, as if he, who had undergone such a drastic change, was even more strange and frightening than the enemy.
Mo Wuhen pretended not to know what his subordinates were talking about behind his back, but he secretly took note of Zhan Taiyan in his heart and planned to settle the score with him after finishing the task at hand.
Half a month later, he hid in his sleeve the hundred-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum that he had bought from an old doctor at the cost of 80% of his salary during the mission. He planned to bully the "good old doctor" severely first, and then when the doctor was about to lose his temper, he would take out the blood Ganoderma lucidum to appease him.
Thinking of this, he walked briskly and came to the alley again. But he didn't expect that what he saw was a pile of rotten vegetable leaves. The entrance of the clinic, which was always clean, was splashed with glaring red paint, with the words -
"You unscrupulous quack, give me back my son's life!"
The white robe, which he always remembered as spotless and which he had peeked at many times, was for the first time stained with a dirty dark yellow liquid at the cuffs.
People on the street covered their mouths and noses and pointed at Zhan Taiyan. Mo Wuhen's head buzzed and exploded, and murderous aura could not stop surging out.
I heard from people later that his murderous appearance that day scared a lot of people, but the protagonist, Zhan Taiyan, dragged his wrist towards the clinic with a calm expression.
"He's so thin, I don't know where he gets so much strength..."
After this incident, Mo Wuhen finally discovered Zhan Taiyan's shortcomings——
He is so nice.
People who are nice and have no temper are easily bullied.
If he had not saved the little girl who was pushed down by the crowd of onlookers on the day of the medical dispute, he would not have been splashed with water.
Looking at the man who was falsely accused of being a quack doctor but was calmly grinding medicine, Mo Wuhen went out in the middle of the night with a blank expression and sword in hand.
But within a few days, everyone in the city knew that a person comparable to a "mad dog" had appeared in Lord Zhan Tai's clinic, and no one dared to cause trouble for the clinic anymore.
As the days passed, Mo Wuhen still suffered injuries from time to time.
On the night of New Year's Eve, everyone went home happily to reunite with their families, but the usually bustling streets of Chang'an were deserted. Mo Wuhen wandered around in the light snow for a while, and finally turned around and went to the clinic.
All the shops on Chang'an Avenue were closed, only the clinic had one door open, as if waiting for someone. The warm yellow candlelight slanted on the snow at the door, reflecting a warm halo.
As he stepped into the room, he saw a gentle man wearing a white fox fur cloak, with his long black hair loose, sitting by the fire. In front of him was a red stove boiling wine, which made a gurgling sound.
A red stove cooks wine at night, and people return home on a windy and snowy night.
He suddenly remembered the snowy New Year's Eve last year. He failed to assassinate Prince Duan and was hunted down and surrounded by soldiers. In order to survive, he had to break into the clinic to find medicine and even kidnapped a kind-hearted and silly doctor.
Before I knew it, a year had passed.
His mouth was a little bitter: "Are you waiting for someone?"
Zhan Taiyan looked at him with a smile:
"People are already here."
………
"That's why I say he's stupid. He managed to survive to this day, but he ended up wasting his life for a prostitute he'd only known for three months."
After three rounds of drinks, Mo Wuhen finally couldn't help but speak.
"He went in knowing it was a trap. Even when he first started, he knew that people like us couldn't have any weaknesses, but he still did it knowingly..."
The man he was talking about was named Fang Yanshan, and he was one of the same group of death warriors as him. The master they followed became more and more ambitious and was determined to fight for the throne, so more and more of their number died.
In the past two years, only Fang Yanshan and he were left, but now, Fang Yanshan is gone too.
Mo Wuhen felt that it was not worth it for him. It would not be an exaggeration to say that those who could survive to this day had a hundred lives. Only they themselves knew the hardships involved.
Zhan Taiyan poured him a pot of wine and said silently:
"You are not a fish, so how can you know the joy of a fish?"
Mo Wuhen drank it all in one gulp, slammed the glass down on the table, and looked up at him.
"I am still alive today not because of my martial arts prowess, but because I am selfish enough."
When they were on a mission, everyone was starving in the underground passage for three days and three nights. He was the first to raise his knife and slash at his companion's corpse.
…
The next morning, when Mo Wuhen was about to leave, the heavy snow outside the window had stopped.
The long reunion night, which I used to hate the most, passed by unexpectedly quickly this time.
"Your wine is not mellow enough. Just wait. I will bring you a pot of good wine on next New Year's Eve."
Zhan Taiyan smiled and agreed, but this time, the two of them didn't wait for the New Year's Eve with heavy snow.
In the late autumn of the eleventh year of Tianbao, the Prince of Sui raised the flag of rebellion. As a death soldier of the Prince of Sui's palace, Mo Wuhen was the first to be involved.
When Zhan Taiyan retrieved the man from the mass grave, the boy's handsome face had been scratched beyond recognition.
This time, he failed to save him.
Looking at the boy's cold body, he reached out to close his eyes. At this moment, he once again thought of Si Zhongkang and the little fox at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.
Three months later, when Zhan Taiyan was about to close the clinic and leave the human world, the General of Cavalry, who had followed the King of Sui and made great contributions to the country, suddenly came to his door with a pot of wine.
"If he were still alive, this position would have belonged to him."
He is Mo Wuhen's subordinate and has followed him for thirteen years.
"He treasured this jar of wine especially when he was alive. I thought that you were someone he would protect at the risk of his life. Rather than wasting this jar of wine, I'd rather give it to you. If he knew about it in his afterlife, I think he would be happy too."
Zhan Taiyan was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean...to protect someone at the risk of one's life?"
The general was also stunned: "So you didn't know..."
It was that night that Zhan Taiyan realized that Mo Wuhen did not have to die.
"We had originally retreated to a safe area outside the city, but someone leaked the news that the Second Prince had sent a group of men to capture you. After hearing this, he ultimately chose to return to the city."
"He originally single-handedly killed all the assassins sent by the Second Prince, but he was unlucky and happened to encounter another team of the Second Prince's imperial guards..."
"There are always only two outcomes for captured assassins: death, or a life worse than death. He knows too many secrets of the Sui King. The Second Prince's men will definitely capture you and threaten him to speak. So Wuhen didn't choose to surrender, but chose to fight to the death..."
Most of the Second Prince's men were killed or injured before he was saved. Out of indignation, the Second Prince did not allow him to keep his body intact.
Zhan Taiyan listened to all this quietly, but what flashed through his mind was the young man's wise and calm eyes on last year's New Year's Eve.
"I am still alive today not because of my martial arts prowess, but because I am selfish enough."
But this time, why couldn't I be selfish to the end?
………
The more divine one is, the more he or she is concerned about cause and effect.
Because of his life, Zhan Taiyan decided to return his life and protect him for the rest of his life.
The thirteenth life went very smoothly. Mo Wuhen was reborn as a young master from a wealthy family. He was doted on and lived a carefree life. Zhan Taiyan quietly became his bodyguard, watching him grow from a three-year-old baby into the familiar appearance he once knew.
The biological father of this body was busy with court affairs, so Zhan Taiyan took on the role of father.
He taught him martial arts and swordplay, taught him to read and write, and examined his subjects; he took him boating on the lake, accompanied him in choosing clothes, bought him paper lanterns and candied haws, and recorded his height every year.
As long as the young master wants something, even if it is a natural star, he can pick it down.
………
On the day the young master passed away, Zhan Taiyan returned to his Fuhua Ridge.
The debt he owed in the human world has been repaid. Logically, he should return to the divine realm and be the Lord of the Heavens again.
It was obvious that no one had visited Fuhualing for three to five years, and Zhan Taiyan had long been accustomed to it. But when he sat under the peach tree, facing a table full of black and white chess pieces, he felt for the first time in his life that Fuhualing was too quiet.
He rubbed his eyebrows and resisted the urge to open his third eye to peek into the human world.
It shouldn't be like this.
The bond will only grow deeper.
He has always understood the principle that if you don't cut off something when you should, you will suffer the consequences.
…
But this time, he didn't look for trouble, but trouble came to him.
The secret realm in the fairyland that he left behind during his reincarnation was disturbed.
Such secret places have always been reserved for those who are destined to see them. Out of curiosity, Zhan Taiyan finally opened his third eye.
With just one glance, he recognized Mo Wuhen in the crowd. He had immortal bones and had cultivated to the Golden Core stage, but he was able to break through the secret realm barrier of his Mahayana stage.
Zhan Taiyan himself didn't even notice that a hint of pride appeared in his eyes.
"Not counting Bai Jiao."
It was also on this day that he changed his mind. Since he couldn't go to him, he decided to let him come to him.
He has a good understanding. Although the spiritual energy on the continent is becoming increasingly thin, there is still a chance for him to become a god.
He let go of his obsession, and the heavy stone in his heart fell to the ground.
In order to help him become a god as soon as possible, Zhan Taiyan began to follow him into reincarnation. The laws of heaven and earth have their own order, and he could not interfere with the laws. Most of the time, he would find an identity to accompany him.
He saw him being made a duke and a prime minister, and being worshipped by the emperor, and he also saw him living in poverty on the streets, dressed in rags.
He appeared in front of him with a new identity again and again. Zhan Taiyan brought all his memories and smiled as he got to know him again and again.
Until the last life, Mo Wuhen was beaten to death by the devil in order to save his fellow disciples.
Mortals will enter reincarnation after death, but this is not necessarily the case for gods and immortals. The scattering of the soul means complete extinction between heaven and earth.
This is the price of seeking divine enlightenment. The laws of heaven and earth have always been fair. You have abilities that ordinary people cannot achieve, and you must also bear more dangers.
Zhan Taiyan finally proposed to the Heavenly Dao to exchange all the merits he had accumulated in the Six Realms for tens of thousands of years for a wisp of Mo Wuhen's remaining soul.
On the day of the transaction, the stars in the sky were particularly bright.
An ethereal and majestic voice sounded dull and muffled.
"Those whose souls have been scattered cannot be resurrected. Defying the will of heaven and changing one's fate is truly an extraordinary act. As a god who protects the laws of heaven and earth, you acted knowingly despite knowing it was impossible. You have lost your divine position and must pay the corresponding price."
Zhan Taiyan looked calm:
"My mind is made up."
It was also from that day that, overnight, the laws of heaven and earth wiped out all the faith and worship of Zhan Taiyan by the people in the six realms. The temple that was once full of incense gradually became deserted and declined.
Do your job well when you are in your position.
Gods who have profaned their duties can no longer accept incense and offerings from the people.
He is still a god who lives as long as the sky, but no one remembers his existence.
The deal with Heaven was reached, but what remained was only a remnant soul. Even if it was reincarnated, it would die early.
However, Zhan Taiyan seemed to have infinite patience, guarding this remnant soul and waiting for it to enter reincarnation again.
The depths of winter arrive as expected year after year.
The snow was falling heavily, and the jar of liquor that was missed in front of the red stove that year was finally found by the night returnee.
——Dividing line——
Everyone can guess the plot that follows. Lord Zero creates a system to bind the residual soul of 001, so that he does not have to reincarnate and suffer the pain of premature death in every life.
As a god worshipped by the six realms, Lord Ling's duty is to protect the people of the world. He has walked through the longest and most lonely years alone, quietly guarding the peace and stability of the six realms. After becoming Lord Zero, he is no longer the Lord of Zhan Tai, and can finally stop and rest, not for the people, but only for himself, and only to protect 001.
This is the end of the past extra chapters about Mr. Zero and 001. The next chapter will be from Tang Lu’s perspective, which is very short, just one chapter. Then I will write a modern happy ending extra chapter and then declare it complete.
Old readers who know my habits all know that after the main text is written, the side stories are updated from time to time. A few days ago, I planned to take a day off and update one chapter, but the female cat at home had mastitis and couldn’t feed. I started feeding the kittens goat milk powder with a syringe on the third day after they were born. I had to feed them every two hours, and I couldn’t sleep properly. As a result, I basically spent the day groggy and catching up on sleep, so I was delayed for so long. I’m really sorry everyone (bow from the tough guy)!
The seven days of National Day were truly unbearable to look back on. It was incredibly difficult. My kitten doubled in weight, and I lost four pounds from nervous breakdown (which was a blessing in disguise; I successfully lost weight). Every night, I was terrified, afraid the kitten would be dead. The survival rate with bottle feeding is incredibly low. Kittens don't have the antibodies in their mother's milk, and they're so small that doctors can't prescribe medication, making it difficult to save them. Aspiration pneumonia, flatulence, low blood calcium levels, dehydration, and temperature imbalances are all killers for kittens. Besides the physical damage from lack of sleep, the psychological toll was even greater. At the first sign of pneumonia, I'd already scoured online forums and ordered injections, a nasogastric tube, an oxygen concentrator, and a nebulizer overnight. At the worst, I was so overwhelmed that I'd be reading online forums in the middle of the night, wanting to cry. The survival rate for pneumonia is less than two-thirds, and the time from the onset of symptoms to death could be as short as a day...
Fortunately, the little ones are doing well. They don’t have pneumonia. They have some minor problems occasionally, but nothing serious. They will be through the critical period in ten days. Then I’ll show you a video of the little kittens rolling over and drinking milk with their eyes closed.
I don't know if you've noticed, but today's chapter is incredibly long, hahahaha. It's a little longer than the usual five chapters (I'm so awesome), because I couldn't take it any longer. I temporarily sent my kitten to the hospital for a few days. I finally experienced the joy parents feel when their furry children aren't around to cause trouble! !!!!!! I'm taking a day off from work tomorrow to catch up on jet lag and sleep in. I'll probably wake up in the afternoon, so if nothing goes wrong, I'll be able to update tonight. Okay, enough rambling, it's time to go to sleep! Good evening.
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