Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 454 The Fallen Monk
To survive, people have no choice but to plunder others.

Wu was born in a very desolate place where life was difficult. He suffered major disasters when he was three, seven, and eleven years old. When productivity is weakened to a certain extent, disasters tend to strike periodically.

Wu, in order to survive, became a robber.

To be precise, he survived as a bandit's henchman.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He was only seven years old when he killed someone for the first time. The weak should be eaten by the strong.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will spend his life as an ordinary robber.

Plunder and be plundered, murder and be murdered, and finally, due to some mishap or betrayal, die in the meaningless wasteland.

"It's not so bad; at least there's food."

But at the age of eleven, he was dragged out and slightly elevated from the depths of hell.

A lone warrior monk defeated bandits who were trying to kill passersby.

“Child? Come with me to this damned world.” He adopted him.

Then, Wu had a brief period of "ordinary life".

They were very poor and often went hungry, but they did have porridge to drink and a bed to sleep in, so they didn't have to worry about being stabbed while they were asleep and having their few copper coins stolen.

Living an ordinary life like a child, practicing ordinary spiritual cultivation, engaging in ordinary robbery and trouble-making, and using one's own power to seek personal gain.

After all, people need to eat each other to survive.

His purse was empty, and he felt very uneasy.

So, at the age of fourteen, he was "expelled from his master's school".

But he came back very soon.

"If you continue to indulge your desires like this, you will regret it."

"Ha, you're telling me this at a time like this."

Sixteen-year-old Wu has returned.

He lifted his former "master" with one hand, pushed him against the wall, and said cheerfully.

And all around were his wounded fellow disciples.

Or perhaps it's those boring, weaklings who were once fellow disciples, now painfully barking at their master—they're the ones telling him their troubles.

But it doesn't matter anymore, they're just a bunch of weaklings who will be eaten up sooner or later.

"It seems that's all you've got. You really don't have any secret techniques at all."

Wu, who felt that his master had been holding back his secrets and had been expelled from the sect but had returned to fight back, sighed.

He suddenly felt very bored. His master, whom he once regarded as the embodiment of invincibility, the former strongman who taught him all sorts of great principles, was actually so weak.

Is it aging? Or has it been staying in the comfort zone of peace for too long?

"Boring." Indeed, I shouldn't have stayed in this small village.

Having lost interest in the old warrior monk monastery, he left his ordinary hometown and returned to the bustling metropolis.

He became an assassin because that was all he knew how to do.

Large cities during times of war and chaos also have a high demand for violence and killing.

You can have a blast playing games and make money at the same time. Once you have the money, you can go out and have fun. If you run out of money, you can take on more orders.

The nameless warrior, War Ghost, gradually gained some fame in the mercenary and assassin worlds.

"You will regret this unrestrained killing sooner or later."

A former friend gave him this advice, and then he lost that friend.

"You're so obsessed with desire, you'll regret it eventually." These were his last words.

"So noisy!" The two voices overlapped at that moment.

The line between dream and reality has emerged, and Rean, who cannot accept it at all, realizes that he is not Wu.

I would never do such a thing.

I, Rean, would never kill my own friend like that.

The simultaneous occurrence of "irritability" and "frustration" indicates a fearful emotion.

He killed him, not because he found him annoying, but simply because someone offered a price. A friend? Worth a pittance.

"Worthless. Get lost!"

With a roar, Rean was kicked out of the dream once again.

He was awakened, and what greeted him was the steel fist of the War Demon.

As the price for peeking into his memories, the enraged Wu will treat Rean well.
"How many times did you die? Five hundred times? A thousand times?"

Wu was particularly agitated this time, and Rean was well taken care of.

He even missed the subsequent trial for the successor of the heroic spirits due to the large number of deaths. This was the first time, and it indirectly revealed Wu's rage and fury.

Unlike those heroic spirits who have let go of the past, Wu is more like a so-called evil spirit.

Let go of your obsession? How could that be possible?

But from Wu's perspective, Rean realized that Wu didn't actually intend to kill his friend; he was just afraid—afraid that the other person would also take money to kill him. So he went too far and couldn't stop.

Kicking Rean out wasn't just because of their different worldviews, but also because it seemed to be a scar on Wu's body.

For the first time, he regretted it, and this marked the beginning of his painful life of regret.

"Never mind, it's none of my business."

Rean shook his head. Since the other party didn't want to see it for him, he was too lazy to understand. He vaguely sensed that Wu's life was probably a coffee table full of tragedies.

Looking back on that early period of his life, it doesn't seem like the birth of a hero at all; on the contrary, it seems like the childhood of a great villain.

Is this the state of the world?

But to be honest, Wu was just one of the many ordinary people of that era.

In his hometown, which was devastated by disaster, the weak simply couldn't survive. He wanted to live, so he naturally crossed that line.
It's not my place to comment.

If he could, Rean only hoped the world wouldn't turn out as bad as the Dream Realm. He sensed that it seemed to be the period of war during the Demon Tide.

"But I do understand Wu a little now."

Wu was not a born villain; in fact, thanks to his master's teachings, he knew right from wrong and morality.

But in that environment, this seemed like a foolish act. The monastery, or rather the dilapidated monastery with the monastery sign, was quite poor, and the teachers and fellow disciples often accepted voluntary commissions to help deal with bullies and robbers.

They're starving and have to do volunteer work, and they can't even get medical treatment after they get injured. They can't even get the materials and medicine to advance their skills. They're living a miserable life.

In reality, those villagers who made the plea for help and complained were far wealthier than the monks. They were just taking advantage of the "foolish, kind-hearted monks." Wu was driven out simply because he couldn't stand it and beat up those villagers.

"I understand Wu's anger a little."

Everyone was struggling to survive, so he had to wallow in the mud to stay alive. Even though he learned the right path from his master, he rationally knew that it was a dead end.

After rebelling against the path, they seemed to be living better lives, but they felt even more empty.

They were not alive at all, living like zombies.
Satisfaction decreased by 3%.

For the first time, Rean had his satisfaction level reduced for peeping into the memories of the heroes.

Synchronization rate increased by 1%.

But it seems that the two sides have actually grown closer because of this.

Rean sighed. He understood Wu's anger and helplessness a little better now. It was a kind of anger that didn't know where to vent, and a kind of frustration that didn't know where to go to change things.

Wu, perhaps, was destined for destruction from the moment it was born in that era.

He was not stupid; in fact, he possessed wisdom that transcended his time due to fragments of memories from his past life. But all of this only made him more pained and helpless.

He knew he was destined for self-destruction, but was powerless to stop it. In the end, he only longed for temporary relief and pleasure before his self-destruction, which only brought him greater despair.

"call."

Rean took a deep breath, and the power of his soul was finally activated.

That is pain.

"Is it the breath of all things? No, it is the lament of all things."

"The seeker of answers heard only the wails of all things."

(End of this chapter)