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Chapter 311. Whose Body?
The war between Rose Group and Black Eye Pharmaceuticals has been protracted, but no armored divisions invaded on New Year's Day.

Although Black Eye Pharmaceuticals remained silent, knowing their ruthlessness, Rose Group dared not let its guard down and did not withdraw its armed forces.

Thus, Jiang Jianxin spent the New Year in the front-line garrison camp near the Green Abyss.

Outside the tent, the roar of fighter jets returning from patrol broke the silence of dawn, waking her from her light sleep.

She lifted the dusty curtain and looked up at the sky outside the tent.

The crimson dawn, still tinged with the red of gunfire, was not yet completely fading, but on this New Year's morning, the sky was unusually clear and blue, as if yesterday's war was just a distant nightmare.

Jiang Jianxin put on his clothes and walked around the tower defense line at the edge of the battlefield.

More than a dozen Rainbow Sunshine series mortars still stand in place, with traces of gunpowder still remaining on the barrels. Behind them, soldiers stand at attention with their guns, their eyes fixed on the scorched earth in the distance.

The battlefield was deserted, except for the dark red bloodstains left from yesterday's fierce battle, which had congealed into clumps on the scorched and cracked ground, like unhealed scars. The ground was riddled with craters and trenches, a scene of devastation left by war.

Suppressed sobs came from behind the tower defense line, intermittent and like pieces of paper crumpled by the wind.

Jiang Jianxin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a short-haired female soldier crouching beside the bunker, her shoulders shrugging slightly.

The soldiers of the Rose Group are not divided by gender, but by faction. In any war, all factions are assigned to the same divisions and receive the same amount of training every day.

In a society based on natural rights, war supplies are not differentiated by gender.

This girl is probably a comrade of the soldier who died yesterday; she is holding a black-and-white portrait of another girl with a buzz cut and crying.

Jiang Jianxin stood there in silence for a while, watching the hunched back stretch long in the morning light.

The sisters who fought side by side, their lives were forever frozen on the day before the New Year.

Anyone would be upset if they encountered something like this.

Jiang Jianxin silently walked across the tower defense line, carrying a black broom. The soldiers who passed by straightened their backs and saluted, their eyes under their helmets showing both respect and a kind of unspeakable sorrow.

She nodded slightly.

On this day that should have been a day of celebration, the stench of death still permeated every inch of the air, even more intensely than the smoke of gunpowder.

After more than half a year of cleaning up the contaminated area and holding the battlefield, her strength has made a leap forward again, and at least now she no longer has any problems with energy depletion.

If Sang Xiaoxiao knew that she could freely unleash her power, she would probably be very happy.

However, she passed away a week before the New Year, and can only remain on the previous page of history with the ringing of the New Year's bells.

I heard that when the scholars of Light were compiling the annals of the new era, they gave her a separate chapter, and the photo they chose was of her before she became obese because of her talent.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at her and realized that she hadn't always been chubby.

She was an exceptionally slender and petite girl, whose well-proportioned figure would amaze people even when posted on forums.

At that time, she hadn't gained weight or suffered from any obesity-related complications. Her eyes were large and bright, and her smile was sweet.

It was only then that Jiang Jianxin belatedly realized that Sang Xiaoxiao had already saved many people when she first met her.

Old friends are left in the past, and a new year is about to begin. Jiang Jianxin doesn't feel happy, only confused and heavy-hearted.

She sat on the black broom and flew upwards, reaching a low altitude of three or four hundred meters, using the height to create a quiet little world for herself.

However, this small world was not actually deserted. On the opposite side of the battlefield, the Lord of Drifting was sitting three or four hundred meters in the air. Her vehicle was a blanket, which looked more comfortable than her broom that hurt her bottom.

Jiang Jianxin and she exchanged a glance, then turned away, each lost in their own thoughts.

The neighboring Wanderer is very skilled at controlling gravity. In addition to increasing the gravity multiplier to directly crush, she can also manipulate objects to attack.

One day, she even brought over several towering giant swords. Jiang Jianxin knew at a glance that this person had brought over the giant sword that she had condensed into one during the Battle of Zhenbei City.

She found it somewhat amusing, but of course, she showed no mercy, shattering the swords with a single blow.

Later, Chi Piao somehow managed to put the shattered swords back together and planted them all at the Black Pupil Pharmaceutical camp as guards. Every time Jiang Jianxin looked over and saw those towering giant swords, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

High in the sky, she stared blankly at the swords, her intuition telling her:

[Breakfast is dumplings. Cecily has already gotten up and gone to eat dumplings. Aren't you going to eat with her?]

Because the signal was so good, Juyi, who had nothing better to do, started to pay attention to her daily life and naturally knew that she had a good relationship with Cecily.

"Sigh, I don't know why, I have no appetite," Jiang Jianxin said honestly.

"I feel that my need for food has decreased recently, and I rarely feel hungry."

“I used to be hungry after every fight, but now I’m not hungry at all.”

Intuition paused for a moment and then said:
Although you are still far from God, you have already begun to drift away from humanity.

Jiang Jianxin suspected it was cursing him:

Are you saying I'm not human?

Don't get me wrong, I'm just stating the facts.

Intuition speaks frankly:
If you still want to enjoy delicious food and the feeling of hunger, then you can't die anymore.

[Your current state is quite good. You're not a complete human being; you don't get hungry often, you have enough energy, but you also possess human emotions.]

Jiang Jianxin chuckled twice:
"I'm not a complete human... Am I a ghost?"

Intuition remained silent for a long time, and just as Jiang Jianxin was about to lose his composure, he suddenly said slowly:

Hmm... have you ever thought about this?

[In your current memories, you foresee your family's gruesome deaths and the Sword Master's ascension to immortality, and none of them left behind any physical bodies—so where did your current body come from?]

Jiang Jianxin hesitated for a moment, then stammered:

"Has someone pieced together the body of the precognitive?"

Well, we can't be that imaginative.

"Intuition tells me."

You want something normal.

Jiang Jianxin thought for a moment and said:
"Could it be... that I have a body in my remaining two playthroughs?"

Intuitively, I answered:
[Yes, you're using the original body from one of the remaining two playthroughs.]

To be honest, she can no longer be considered completely human.

Jiang Jianxin fell silent; she felt it was a bit scary to talk about this topic during the New Year.

Telling her she wasn't human during the Lunar New Year was even more shocking than telling her she was actually the Sword Master during a spring cleaning.

I think I'm still very human.

Jiang Jianxin tried his best to regain his human status.

Never mind, you'll find out later.

Intuition gave up on comforting her and instead urged her to eat breakfast.

Jiang Jianxin really didn't want to eat, so he secretly opened his phone and started browsing the news instead of being seen in his casual clothes.

With the new year fast approaching, Jiang Jianxin finished checking his own account and then took a look at the associated account of Yuzhijia.

She thought there would be no news, but instead a whole bunch of replies from different times popped up.

[Shen Ye]: Received.

[Shen Ye]: Mission completed.

[Zuo Siquan]: I understand, wise one.

Zuo Siquan: Okay, okay.

……

Jiang Jianxin looked at this huge amount of information and felt completely bewildered:
"No, whose message are they replying to?"

I've changed the fan value limit for comments on Qidian back; we still need to protect our paying readers. The next few chapters will first explain the plot threads from previous chapters.