Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 409 Life Crisis
"Damn it, an evil-aligned demon, or even a demon from the Purgatory faction?!"

When Rean realized that the summoned Heroic Spirit was an extremely dangerous individual, he felt that the situation was already quite dire.

But soon, the spirit of the hero completed its possession, and his body went out of control.

That one-day possession is the process of the heroic spirit merging into the new body. During this stage, they will have the highest degree of dominance.

He woke up.

The originally closed and locked house meant nothing to this silent spirit; he easily slipped out of the room.

Neither Suliman nor Hela, who came to visit, felt anything until "Wu" left the room and walked onto the street.

Wu, Wu, or Wu are probably similar names.

For his past circumstances, a name was not only unnecessary, but even a weakness.

He strolled along the street, feeling somewhat out of place.

The aura of wild beasts, whether beasts or beastmen, was too strong for him to avoid. The source of this aura that he had once loathed was actually himself.

But what's even more suffocating is the pervasive atmosphere of "the weak," "the innocent," and "the ignorant."

He tried to raise his fist and swung it twice in the air.

"boom!"

The sound of air being torn apart returned, and he was satisfied with the toughness of his body, but his sense of balance and control were a bit poor. Perhaps he still couldn't compare to his prime, but he was no longer weak.

"Mortals. Beastmen. Peace?!" He tried to recall some memories and common sense about this era, but the more he tried, the less he could understand the current situation.

Wu, frowning, couldn't quite understand what peace meant. What did an ordinary person mean?

He had lived twice, but had never seen the scene before him.

The weak are everywhere.

They were either busy working, or walking with tired faces, some even strolling around with smiles on their faces? What are you laughing at? You're all so weak, how can you laugh? How can you expose your weaknesses?
He raised his fist, ready to teach these naives a lesson. The next moment, the knowledge of "another me" surfaced in his mind.

There's no need to be wary here, at least most of the time.

Being weak does not mean being a slave; one does not need to risk one's life to work for a meager meal.

How can such a world exist?

Wu stood on the rooftop, looking at the ordinary people below, somewhat bewildered.

He sensed no hostility or murderous intent. The once blind man felt as if he had opened his eyes again, yet remained blind.

Even though they could see human figures, moving targets, they showed absolutely no aggression!
Is this some kind of demon lord who created this animal garden?
The unrestrained warrior had no constraints whatsoever. Unlike most monks who belonged to the Order faction, he had already stepped into the Chaos Realm.

Since we don't know who is currently friendly and who is about to betray us, we should simply kill anyone who approaches us.
"Snapped!"

Wu suddenly took two steps back, his face full of surprise.

Someone bumped into my shoulder.
"Sorry, sorry." The impetuous minotaur looked at the "knight" in black armor and quickly bowed his head to apologize.

Wu looked at the other person with surprise.

He didn't just crush the other person's head?!
The answer gradually emerged: the "original body" provided ample common sense, stating that this was a peaceful world where people wouldn't fight each other upon meeting.

Wu remained silent, refusing to respond to the apology from the minotaur, and disappeared into the shadows.

The demons of the past, the war ghosts of purgatory, have transformed into shadowy spirits, wandering through the city.

He witnessed the magnificent church, watched the crowds come and go, and saw the impoverished pastors preaching, leading prayers, and distributing food within it. These were the weak, who before hadn't even been worthy of seeing him, but now they were the objects of others' longing. He looked at the bustling market, at the merchants coming and going, hawking their wares. So many people mingling together, yet no one fought each other? Weren't they afraid of the daggers hidden behind their backs?
He saw the city guardians coming and going, and they were surprisingly not looting or killing.

Rean's knowledge and memories constantly answered Wu's doubts and questions, but he
"Unacceptable."

If a world with such incompatible values ​​is right in front of us, and we can survive so easily, then what was our past selves?
In the era he lived in, and in the hellish world that followed his death, the weak were merely resources, livestock, toys, and property.

Looking at the crowded people below, he subconsciously raised his hands. Even now, he could still absorb a lot of "qi".

Perhaps it's time for a massacre to awaken these blissful pigs.
".never mind."

But looking at these ignorant people, Wu suddenly lost interest.

He looked around, showing himself as he walked down the street, only to be greeted with a chorus of hellos.

Whether they were ordinary merchants, busy shoppers or workers, or even passing adventurers and knights, they all greeted him.

Unlike the vigilance and fear I remembered, this "respect" and "longing" actually came from the bottom of my heart.

Why? Rean's memories provided the answer once again.

"Oneself" is actually a canned product, a glittering canned product of hypocrisy?

A malicious smile appeared on Wu's lips; perhaps he could turn the hypocritical canned goods into a wanted criminal.

Looking at the weak person who had passed by, he clenched his fist again. But the next moment, he let it fall back down.

"Tsk, boring."

Wu, known as the Unruly One, does not actually have any rules or precepts in the world, but he has two "self-precepts" that no one knows about.

He generally doesn't care if he doesn't kill the weak who are not hostile, or children, women, or the elderly who have no resistance.

This self-discipline was almost entirely unrestrained by his past living environment.

Whether it was the war between demons on earth or the battle against demons in the underground purgatory, there were malice-filled killers everywhere. It was basically impossible to survive without killing, and it was almost impossible not to be hostile to others.

Now, no one here is hostile towards me.
"Forget it. Let's go to other entertainment."

Wu disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind these boring, weak people. The increasingly dwindling area gradually brought him peace of mind.

A monk is a profession that seeks inner peace. However, Wu Ye achieves inner peace by ensuring that there are no creatures around him that could threaten him.

Slaughter was one way to bring him peace of mind, and beyond that.
"Uh, you went fishing? You've been fishing for two and a half days?" Sallyman was full of surprise and displeasure. She was so worried. You actually went fishing?

"Actually, it lasted three days and two nights."

Rean was also speechless; he didn't return until the third night.

First, I found a small boat to go fishing, and the fish here were big and plump, much easier to catch than those ridiculous things in Purgatory.

The spirit was so happy that it kept fishing further and further away. In fact, if it hadn't encountered a fishing boat returning to port, it would probably still be drifting at sea.

"That guy can't swim or handle a boat, yet he dares to go sea fishing."

Rean never expected that his first life crisis related to the spirits of heroes would be almost getting lost at sea!

Lying on the small, canoe-like boat, scorched by the sun and starving, he was truly helpless. He cursed the heroic spirit a thousand times in his heart, but he still had to show some mercy, since he still needed the other party's help.

"What do you mean, the fiercest war demon? He's clearly just a lost fishing geek! Addicted but useless!"

(End of this chapter)