Miss Justice is not motivated

"Originally, the two of you should have joined our team together, but alas... if he hadn't been so young and arrogant, his future would have been limitless."

The regret on her face was genuine; Mu Xishuang truly felt sorry for the other party. After all, the fact that the other party was able to make up their mind to cultivate a martial art like the Heavenly Regret Divine Art meant that they had already killed their own blood relatives. Having such a mindset made them a rare talent in the martial arts world.

"What a pity...what a pity...sigh," Mu Xishuang sighed helplessly, then snapped her fingers at Zhang Qingyan and said, "Let's talk about the warband somewhere else."

Immediately afterwards, the two disappeared from the spot, leaving only two corpses behind. Abigail, who had long been in communion with the Outer Gods, relaxed and rested. After noticing the two corpses, she ordered the ghouls from the logistics department to drag them away to feed the Deep Ones.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Extraordinary Great Shield

With just a flick of his finger, a seemingly casual move, Steve easily and severely injured the chosen one of this world, the protagonist of the original story, leaving dozens of holes of varying sizes all over his body, almost turning him into a sieve.

Lying on the ground, convulsing, Alex collapsed into a pool of blood. He tried desperately to stand up, but found himself completely unable to. It was as if control of his body had been taken away; he could no longer feel his own body.

"Don't move, I've anesthetized you." Steve casually stated something very strange, pointing to Alex's chest and abdomen. "That finger strike just now not only contained explosive power, but I also used it to vibrate your body. Although you look severely injured, it's not a big problem for you, after all, people like you regenerate very quickly. So I anesthetized your limb control system with a shockwave."

Although it sounded unbelievable, even Steve thought so, until a master anesthesiologist named Jiro demonstrated to him how to use a tranquilizer rifle to anesthetize Godzilla, and he was finally convinced.

Alex tried desperately to move a finger, but to his dismay, he discovered he couldn't feel anything at all. He closed his eyes in frustration, seemingly unable to believe he had made such a fool of himself in front of his sister.

"—" Amidst the howling wind, He Sanjin landed on the rooftop. Relying on his Qi manipulation technique, he quickly arrived here. He stared coldly at Steve and said, "Hand over everyone, or I'll kill everyone here today."

His originally black eyes had unknowingly turned crimson, and the three tomoe in his pupils were connected together, forming a blade-like shape. He originally did not want to use this last-resort pupil technique, but He Sanjin knew that if he did not use it, he might be beaten to death by his opponent in this battle.

"First of all, I'm afraid you don't have the ability, because I'm right here..." In an instant, Steve appeared beside He Sanjin. He launched a surprise attack with a speed exceeding the detection range of the Mangekyou Sharingan. Mutated bioelectricity condensed on his fist, and a blow that surpassed the speed of sound directly blasted into his opponent's abdomen. "Thunderbolt - Magnetic Railgun!"

He Sanjin, who was sent flying backwards, did not forget to grab Alex, who was standing next to him. The two of them flew hundreds of meters away like rockets, crashing into a house.

"Thunderous Strike - Soaring Fighter - Dive Assault." The gentle air exploded directly beneath Steve's feet, and he leaped dozens of meters, landing like an accelerating fighter jet or a bomber dropping a bomb. He was faster than He Sanjin and Steve, catching up with them almost before they even hit the ground.

No! I'm fine! If Mr. Mercer gets hit head-on, he'll definitely...! He Sanjin, who was originally planning to use the Eight Gates Formation to clash with his opponent, immediately dismissed the idea. Alex really might be turned into mincemeat in the aftermath of their battle.

But if we use this now, and then get targeted with attacks...

While He Sanjin, whose body had been blown off, was pondering, Steve had already caught up. He casually kicked out a kick that distorted the surrounding air, sending a terrifying blow, even more powerful than a warship's main cannon, hurtling straight toward Alex.

He immediately abandoned any further thought, his mind consumed by the idea of ​​Mr. Mercer being number one. He activated his Mangekyou Sharingan using its ultimate technique, instantly consuming a large amount of his eye power. His dark ribs appeared, blocking the thunderous attack. Although the price was that the two of them were blasted hundreds of meters away again, the battlefield was now more than a kilometer away from Hydra's headquarters.

Good, now that we're here, there shouldn't be any problems. Steve shifted slightly, his bones cracking and popping as he looked at the ruins before him, waiting for the enemy's move.

"Susanoo!" The tengu warrior, who was made entirely of chakra, wore armor, had wings on his back, and wielded a serrated sword, quickly appeared. The Susanoo in its complete form immediately enveloped He Sanjin and Alex.

Despite its enormous size, the Tengu Samurai was incredibly agile. With a flap of its wings, it soared into the air, its serrated twin blades slashing down relentlessly as it ascended. The impenetrable barrage of strikes was enough to destroy a military base in an instant.

But such a slash could not harm Steve in the slightest. By perfectly dissipating the force, he could deflect the blade in another direction as it landed on him, and use this to leap upwards.

Although Susanoo's blade is large, it can cut through even a feather, but Steve's perfect absorption of force makes him even lighter and more elusive than a feather.

No, if he catches up... He Sanjin's expression changed. He wanted to activate another eye technique of the Mangekyou Sharingan, Takemikazuchi, to strike his opponent.

However, He Sanjin's ninja dynamic vision was simply insufficient to capture the fast-moving Steve. Even if he turned the Mangekyou Sharingan into a compound eye, the special nature of the bloodline limit would only spread out his vision, rather than double it.

"No rhythm!" Seemingly tired of the back-and-forth, Steve suddenly raised his finger, unleashing the essence of Liangshan martial arts, a slowly rhythmic strike. The next moment, the serrated broadsword shattered upon impact with his palm, along with one of Susanoo's arms.

Oh no, we're too far from the ground! He Sanjin realized that without them noticing, he and Steve had already soared hundreds of meters into the air. At this distance, the enemy wouldn't have to worry about the aftershocks of the battle affecting civilians.

However, He Sanjin did not let Steve's recovery time after using Dark Finger go to waste. The Tengu Samurai raised his remaining arm, and the three magatama tails connected together to form a flying device like a blade wheel.

"Yasaka Magatama!" Under He Sanjin's remote control, the rapidly spinning magatama wheel flew towards Steve. The latter's expression tightened, knowing that he could not neutralize this move. The spinning blade was difficult to deflect, otherwise he would be cut in half at the waist by this attack.

However, he couldn't let the attack hit the ground, because Hydra's headquarters were right behind Steve. If he dodged the attack, all the civilians would be caught in it; he absolutely couldn't avoid it.

Alex's expression changed within Susanoo. Through He Sanjin's memories, he knew very well how terrifying the destructive power of this attack was. If this attack were to land on Hydra's headquarters, Dana inside would have no chance of survival.

Chapter Forty: The Divine Might of the Nine Serpents

Cold, indifferent, and averse to others, He Sanjin has always been a person with few emotions. Sometimes, as he walks along the roadside watching the pedestrians, strange thoughts would pop into his mind: what if... he pushed this person into the middle of the road?

Would he be hit by a car and sent flying, a mixture of liquids spraying everywhere? Would the people around him scream hysterically? He often thought about this, regardless of whether the victims were men, women, young or old, but he never actually had the chance to witness such a scene.

After graduating from school, He Sanjin found his major completely useless and became just another face in the crowd, drifting aimlessly in the turbid waves of the world. He experienced neither excessive joy nor sorrow; even when annoyed by a client's intellectual disability, he quickly forgot about it.

The opposite of this trouble is happiness, but no matter what kind of happiness it is, it always fades away quickly in his heart.

Mediocre and unremarkable, like an ant. This is He Sanjin's most honest view of his life; he is an ant.

Happiness or pain, it's all just temporary. Without a major change, without more pain or more joy, He Sanjin will live like a puppet, living only to live.

Loneliness, silence, decay... in the end, turning to dust, just like everyone else, even with their own names, they are no different.

“Newcomer…you have quite good qualities.” The hooded man looked at He Sanjin, who was trembling with fear, and reached out his hand…then he heavily gripped He Sanjin’s shoulder, forcefully inserting five fingers into his bones.

Yes, even he, who thought he had nothing worth cherishing and had considered suicide after his parents died, still felt fear when death truly came and subconsciously resisted the despair that took away his 'life'.

"How does it feel to devour a human? That woman, who's like an ice dragon, was far too cold to eat."

"I didn't feel anything, it was like I was born to be like this... It's strange, I originally thought I was going to throw up, I can't even eat pig brains normally..."

"And... I saw his memories... He had been away from home to join the army for a year, and his wife had just given birth to their first child."

“I wasn’t mistaken, you and I are indeed of the same kind. You chose to absorb their memories instead of running away…”

“The memories of those I killed explode in my mind. They are screaming. I bear the consequences of everything they did. When I close my eyes, all of that is spreading, expanding, about to explode. They told me loudly how perfect and unfortunate their lives were, and I could only watch them helplessly, with envy and jealousy.”

Despite his outward coldness, Alex was actually quite sentimental. During the days when they fought against the Teigu users together, He Sanjin could sense the hysteria beneath the man's exterior—a deep-seated doubt about his own life.

The Reincarnators at the Origin Terminal are much more relaxed than those in the God Space of previous generations, but some still suffer from mental illnesses. Although most of these illnesses do not affect their performance in battle, they are prone to causing various mental problems.

During the Marineford War, He Sanjin defeated five vice admirals head-on and survived Admiral Sakazuki's Hellhound, successfully advancing to the level of a near-admiral. During the Third Shinobi World War, he learned numerous ninjutsu and even successfully extracted Fugaku Uchiha's Mangekyou Sharingan, reaching the level of a Kage-level ninja.

As each mission progressed, his already thin emotional bond became extreme. He Sanjin grew angry and irritable, and his actions became increasingly reckless, leading to his rejection by others, but he didn't care.

In the midst of extreme killing, what one gains after taking another's life is not merely a reward, but an incredibly real sense of reality—the real feeling of being alive.

Compared to these tedious social interactions and uninteresting physical release, devouring living beings, acquiring their memories, and experiencing their emotions were He Sanjin's favorite way to relax, only at times like these...

Only then can he truly understand human emotions and experience the life that normal people can have.

"Have you heard? Alex is dead." Just as He Sanjin was holding a head, savoring the emotions contained in the brains, the information broker who came over to mock him revealed the news, his face full of sarcasm.

Mr. Mercer... is dead...? Upon hearing this news, He Sanjin was stunned for a moment, a complex and indescribable emotion welling up within him. It was because he received the virus from Mercer that he was able to survive.

But... he's dead? And I haven't even been able to help him...

No, absolutely not. Just this once! Even if it's not the Mr. Mercer I know, even if it's just wishful thinking on my part, just this once, I absolutely must save the man who once lent me a helping hand!

The emotions erupting from the depths of his heart spurred the Mangekyou Sharingan into a rapid rotation, the blade within his pupil forming a continuous black line. With the infusion of a large amount of ocular power, the tengu samurai, who had lost an arm, instantly regenerated a completely new one, his pale blue wrist raised high, dazzling lightning gathering in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the dazzling lightning rapidly transformed and evolved in the Tengu Samurai's hand, taking the shape of a sword which he held in his grasp. High in the sky, Susanoo held the lightning sword, its form appearing and disappearing among the clouds, shrouded in mystery.

This is another power within He Sanjin's Mangekyou Sharingan: the power to manipulate lightning and instantly annihilate it, enough to split a mountain in an instant.

If it weren't for the excessive consumption of his pupil power, and the fact that this special power is difficult to replenish even with the Blacklight Virus, He Sanjin would have long ago used this move to kill Bai Aina.

"Instantaneous Annihilation - Susanoo - Spring Thunder Strike!" Layer upon layer of densely packed lightning blade energy took shape. This simple yet powerful slash was incredibly effective. This unpretentious and unadorned strike was unleashed by the Tengu Samurai and cleaved directly down at the two-meter-tall humanoid figure!

Chapter 41 At this moment, the protagonist is...

In the alternate dimension created by the anti-membrane bandits, there is usually only absolute darkness. Under such circumstances, people's minds will be under high tension because... nothing is more tormenting to the mind than this absolute nothingness.

"Damn it! Why is it still not working!" Bai Aina, whose body was covered in a layer of white fluorescence, exploded again. The flesh and blood fragments were absorbed by her split body and then stuffed back into her body.

Having been trapped in this small place for more than twenty days, Bai Aina was clearly feeling impatient. The dozen or so Earth Divine Lightning bolts had long since stopped, and she had tried to put them into her storage space during this time.

Surprisingly, she couldn't do it. Perhaps due to the contract or something else, Bai Aina couldn't put these things away. So she had to find another way out: to open an exit through her own vibrations.

Converge, focus, compress! By completely converging the high-frequency vibrations into a single point, Bai Aina attempted to carve a hole in this small space. However, due to limitations in materials and frequency, the vibrational wave she created was only equivalent to the force of a single Earth Divine Thunder.

If Mu Xishuang were here to see this scene, she might give it a little approval, and at the same time, she might feel that locking Bai Aina up here was the right thing to do.

After all, these alveoli were all made of Earthly Divine Thunder, each possessing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. For Bai Aina, as a being of flesh and blood, to be able to generate vibrational waves comparable to a single Earthly Divine Thunder was already an extraordinary feat.

“No, not only is the material problem unsolvable, but its strength is completely insufficient to withstand such high-intensity vibrations, and it still needs to last for a certain period of time.” Looking at the darkness before her, Bai Aina was filled with distress. She fell backward, gazing at the boundless darkness.

This special space seemed to have a different time flow than the outside world. Although Bai Aina didn't have a precise time to refer to, her biological clock was extremely accurate. Twenty days had passed, and the Book of Dimensions hadn't declared her mission a failure. It couldn't possibly be that the group of reincarnators' mission had dragged on for ten days without being finished, could it?

“But this procrastination isn’t a solution either…” She sat up again and entered a state of 'absolute concentration', quietly contemplating the situation.

Despite the absolute darkness around her, the mentally rigid Baina remained unaffected by the external circumstances. She entered a state of absolute calm once more, and as she communicated with Nuen, she began to plan her next move.

Vibration is not feasible, and continuing to wait is also inappropriate... So what else can I do? Should I try something? Perhaps I could complete the Specialization 'Hair' here, or awaken my Stand to find a breakthrough. I summoned my Stand again; the egg was exactly the same as the one Bai Aina had seen before, still waiting to hatch.

Why are you still in this state? I couldn't help but wonder. Bai Aina considered herself someone who didn't need to grow, at least not in terms of her mental state.

Although she has no memories of the past, her worldview, values, and outlook on life have already taken shape. It is precisely because of this fixed mental state that she can live so straightforwardly without any doubt.

"Let's give it a try," Baina gently placed her palm on the egg, as if she were giving a personality to a two-faced person.

It was one of the abilities she gained after wearing the sandalwood mask, but Bai Aina rarely used her mental power. In most cases, she would directly confront the enemy head-on or use modern technology to overwhelm them.

The attribution of personality in this case is actually quite subtle. Rather than a personality attribution, it's more accurate to describe it as a form of mental schizophrenia in Baina herself. Nunn is less a biological computer AI and more a physical body endowed with a portion of her personality.

Stands are inherently part of a person, a self-projection formed by the convergence of spiritual and life force, a reflection of the original person's mental state. Although it was somewhat difficult to attempt, Bai Aina successfully endowed the Stand with a personality.

So, what exactly is the reason that I still can't have a substitute...? Bai Aina calmed her mind, eliminating all distracting thoughts, leaving only absolute 'emptiness' and 'stillness', and the sincere girl asked herself as if she were asking herself.

I... don't know if you have self-awareness, but if you do, I want to know... what's missing for me when I awaken my Stand?

"Nothing...is...missing..." came a whisper-like voice, and although it was very faint, Baina heard the answer clearly.

The voice sounded very young, like a child calling for its mother. Baina paused slightly, somewhat puzzled.

“!” As a biological computer, Nunn subconsciously tensed up. Although there was no reason, she didn’t know why she felt that something was wrong.

If I'm going to awaken my Stand, what do I need to do? Although I have no hope of being able to get out of this situation, I'm still quite curious about what my Stand's ability is and whether I can use it for "Ora ora ora ora ora!"

"Nothing... is needed... This... is... your... power." This time the answer was much more fluent, clearly indicating that this personality had learned how to communicate.

Is that so? That statement doesn't seem wrong. Bai Aina scratched her face with her finger and asked again.

But shouldn't we go through some procedures at this point? If we just get a new stand-in without doing anything, won't the readers criticize us? At least we should ask some questions or something, right?

A suffocating silence followed from the other side of the stand-in. After a long while, she continued to convey her message.

This is a very simple question, and one that frequently appears in fantasy literature. It's often used to stump the protagonist and break their spirit. In fan fiction, it can even be used to destroy the original protagonist.

"What kind of question is this?" Bai Aina curled her lip, knowing it was a classic question, but still finding it incredibly boring.

Silently, Baina's face clearly conveyed the message, "Of course, that's why." In response, the egg-shaped Stand quietly shattered, releasing a gentle light, like the warm dawn.

Chapter Forty-Two: The Divine Might of the Nine Serpents