Chapter 96 He doesn't belong to anyone, he belongs to himself. [Don't jump!]
When he first gained self and consciousness, he wandered in the void beyond countless worlds, and those worlds appeared before him as books.
Every world is a book that can never be fully read. He is not interested in books, but he is interested in people.
I casually glanced at those perfect and happy endings because I was so bored, and I was also curious how wonderful it would be if those people could be dragged out to play with me.
He was born amidst the evil thoughts of countless worlds. He liked those soft souls, but he also liked to see those soft and resilient souls being tormented and broken. He especially liked to see them scream, angry, in pain, desperate, and begging for mercy.
As an immortal being, it took thousands of deaths to pry open the core's protective layer.
So I simply started revising those books, but because there were so many books, I just made a few random changes to many worlds or destroyed them altogether, because I was too lazy to read the stories of the protagonists in each world carefully.
"So that's how it is," Jun Changmo murmured softly.
Jun Changmo pursed his lips and sighed, "Sorry, I've modified too many worlds, I really can't remember these things."
"I never remember these trivial things."
Hearing those three words, which he couldn't quite recall, Fu Hanchuan's eyes darkened. He suddenly raised his longsword, letting his soul shatter, and pierced through Jun Changmo's newly restored body once more.
The intense pain caused Jun Changmo to frown and vomit a mouthful of blood.
After the pain subsided, Jun Changmo still smiled maliciously: "Humans won't remember how many ants they've stepped on, and I won't remember your stories either."
Jun Changmo gently turned his limbs, only to find that he could not move them.
I'm too lazy to struggle anymore.
He let Fu Hanchuan swing his sword down at him.
Blood splattered in the air. [Fu Hanchuan] tilted his head slightly, the moonlight reflecting off the raindrops and onto him, making him appear extremely cold. Beneath his calm expression lay a near-mad killing intent and rage.
The shadow that was frantically trying to escape from beneath Jun Changmo was blocked by something invisible in the air, and no matter how it tried to control it, it could not escape this world.
I've been tricked again by this dog; I know I've been entrapped.
But looking at Fu Hanchuan's expression, you can tell he probably paid a heavy price.
Jun Changmo forced a smile, still managing to maintain his composure as he retorted, "But I should still praise you. You hid it so well. You were even able to endure the pain of having your soul split. I didn't even realize you were the main character."
He released those monsters into the mountains because he knew the little rabbit wouldn't stand idly by while the child was gone. If he wanted to deal with those things, he would inevitably have to use the power his pet had given him—his own power.
Once the protagonist's power is exhausted, the barrier will naturally disappear.
Who knows...
This is actually a world with two main characters...
Jun Changmo looked at Fu Hanchuan with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
If he had known that [Fu Hanchuan] was another protagonist when he first came to this world, he definitely wouldn't have appeared so easily. This guy is really good at keeping things to himself.
The pain of his soul being split apart was unbearable even for him.
This guy...
It seems like it's always been by the rabbit's side.
He initially dismissed the incomplete soul in the pet's body, assuming it was just a minor character from another world who had accidentally attached himself to the rabbit. Little did he know they were from the same world.
Jun Changmo counted the time carefully.
More than 130 years.
sharp.
Jun Changmo turned his left eye, trying to look towards the hospital building.
His response was a blindingly sharp blade.
[Fu Hanchuan] swallowed the blood that surged up his throat.
With an expressionless face, she pierced the man's eyes as he tried to move them, as if afraid that this filthy beast would tarnish her bright moon with his gaze.
Time seemed to stand still for an unknown period of time.
It might take ten or twenty minutes.
It could take an hour.
Jun Changmo restored it several times.
Fu Hanchuan dismembered Jun Changmo several times.
The air reeked of blood, and the ground was littered with severed limbs and blood. If time hadn't been paused, the surrounding area would probably have been filled with screams.
Until the last bit of power brought by Jun Changmo dissipated.
His limbs were scattered haphazardly around him; Jun Changmo was so weak that he could no longer rebuild his body.
Looking at the man's face filled with murderous intent and anger, Jun Changmo suddenly chuckled: "You know, all of this you've done is meaningless."
"I am desire born from the evil thoughts of countless worlds. As long as those worlds exist, I will not disappear, nor will I ever perish."
"I will come back sooner or later to take my things."
"I have no interest in you. As long as you are willing to give up protecting this world, I will no longer touch it."
"You can continue to be the protagonist of your own story. Whatever you want, I can make it happen for you—family? career? love? I only want what belongs to me."
Blood dripped from his eye sockets, blurring the darkness in Jun Changmo's eyes into a deep abyss. Jun Changmo slowly extended his skeletal hand, emitting a fatal temptation to the man.
At that moment, what responded to him was still a sharp blade without the slightest hesitation.
“He is not an object, he is Wen Yanyu.”
"He doesn't belong to anyone; he belongs only to himself."
Fu Hanchuan coldly uttered a single sentence, raised his sword, and then brought it down, sending Jun Changmo away completely.
Jun Changmo smiled indifferently, letting his consciousness be dragged out of this world in pain.
The man's bones vanished along with the black pus.
[Fu Hanchuan] flicked his wrist lightly, and the longsword emitted a hum, with blood droplets falling into the rain.
The ground was a mess, and nothing remained.
Only the remaining bloodstains testified to what had just happened.
Si Ye sighed softly and said, "We can no longer enter this world. This is all that Loshville and I can do; there's nothing else we can do to help."
"Jun Changmo probably won't come to this world again within a year. You should take control of this world as soon as possible, so that your Yan Yan doesn't have to live in fear all the time."
Fu Hanchuan sheathed his longsword and nodded calmly.
Yes, it will.
The moment the words were spoken, the power that had been used to conceal and cover up dissipated, and hideous black cracks began to spread from [Fu Hanchuan]'s heart to his limbs.
As the color faded past his right eye, the man's gray-blue eyes slowly faded at a visible rate, with gray dominating and only faint traces of blue remaining.
The murderous intent and anger in his eyes gradually faded, and fatigue took over. [Fu Hanchuan] took out the plush rabbit that he had placed on his chest.
Fu Hanchuan's eyelashes trembled, and the moonlight shone through his black hair, casting a faint light in his eyes.
The block-like object covering the neck began to fall off, revealing a crooked and uneven suture line beneath the fragments, barely holding the head to the body.
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