Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

"Brother, this guy seems to be a martial arts expert."

"Damn it, right? Didn't I call that madman out?!"

madman?

Before the girl could even hear what the other person was saying, a throwing knife grazed her cheek!

That is! !

That was an attack laced with murderous intent.

Unlike petty thugs who are prone to violence.

Throwing knives are not something just anyone can use or master, but the opponent was clearly an expert, throwing the knife at the most tricky angle, and this strike was not intended to kill.

Instead, they blocked the girl's direction.

The next moment, a male voice with a Sarkaz accent came over.

"Madman? Good name."

His long, slender tongue licked the blade in his hand.

A burly Sarkaz mercenary was standing at the door!

"The trouble you're talking about, is it just that one child?"

The man asked this with a bloodthirsty smile.

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Who is the main character?

He's an unkillable cockroach, the luckiest person in the world.

100% evasion of flying projectiles, incredible luck plus a survivalist streak.

Even if he falls off a cliff, he won't die; even if he's besieged by the six major sects, he can break through their encirclement.

This is the main character, a rather tricky one.

Moreover, the villains possess the ability to be killed off by plot points, with an instant death effect that is quite effective, making every confrontation with the protagonist extremely dangerous.

Because the villain was killed by the protagonist at some unknown time, this kind of causal relationship could cause the villain's important plans to be delayed at crucial moments due to unknown reasons and with extremely low probability.

Even the heavens might side with the protagonist.

As for the villains, they are the ones destined to lose.

Failure is inevitable, and the story will end there.

Even if the villains are right, this world is just so unreasonable.

She was a little girl with blue hair, and like Wei Yanwu, she had dragon horns on her head.

That's clearly a characteristic of a dragon.

It seems that the demi-humans in this world include not only real animals, but also mythical species.

After all, dragons are a figment of imagination.

Moreover, it seems that the fantasy species are also stronger.

And now, a dazzling, protagonist's aura, shining brightly in the eyes of sodium chloride, is appearing on that blue-haired little girl!

Wei Yanwu's daughter? Or the child of one of his confidants?

Wei Yanwu was also somewhat surprised when he saw the girl.

"Huijie, what brings you here?"

"uncle."

The girl looks very young, and she will find her relatives and throw herself into their arms.

but···

uncle?

Are they relatives?

That would be very interesting.

But none of this matters.

The settings don't matter! What matters is...

The main character has finally appeared.

While the possibility of ensemble dramas cannot be ruled out in this world, there are generally no more than two main characters, at most three, and she has never seen three, only two at most.

The remaining ones are as important as the protagonist, but they lack the protagonist's dimensional aura.

"Ha...it's finally here! I've been waiting for so long."

The turmoil in his heart caused a touch of gold to appear in his eyes.

Even the hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly.

Although she quickly calmed down, it would be a lie to say she wasn't excited.

How could I not be excited?

That was his mortal enemy, the one he had fought against his entire life, the one he had battled for countless years but had never won against!

Having never won a single time, she could only be the winner in her own mind, set up a stage, and then take the opportunity to escape.

This was the limit of what she could do, even with the power of a Herrscher comparable to that of a god, and even with countless years of experience.

She still can't beat the protagonist.

But since the other person is still a child...

As the old saying goes, "A fool wouldn't take advantage of a good deal." At this point, the obvious course of action is to establish an intelligence network and then devise targeted research.

It's best to understand the other party's thought process thoroughly. After that, you can know yourself and your enemy, proceed steadily and cautiously, and advance step by step.

After all, the goal is to create hatred.

This hatred needs to be built up, just like Yelena's.

There is no love without a reason, and naturally there is no hate without a reason. If you want someone to hate you to the core, you must establish a relationship and then thoroughly and completely hurt their heart at some point.

This is true hatred.

Deception and betrayal are the best tactics.

Now, Yelena can be treated as a standard tool.

After all, now that the true protagonist has been chosen, the rest are people whose status makes it difficult for even she to get in touch with them normally.

We must take this opportunity to at least obtain basic information about the other side.

Oh right, it would be even better if there was an opportunity for the other person to get to know you.

This marks the beginning of everything...

To discover that someone you knew before was the mastermind behind the whole conspiracy—that must feel terrible...

Ah, just thinking about it is delightful. I wonder what kind of expression this little girl will have when she grows up and learns all this?

It’s really exciting.

Suddenly, the phone screen in my pocket lit up.

? ?

"Kidnapping?"

It was a text message from an unknown phone, but it also included a photo.

It's Yelena...

Tsk.

Why now...?

He glanced at the blue-haired protagonist not far away.

He glanced at Yelena on his phone again, and the difference in importance and value became immediately clear.

One is merely a tool, while the other is the chosen one of this world; this opportunity is fleeting!

I was originally planning to mentor you... but who told you to end up like this?

If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck.

Don't blame me for being despicable, Yelena...

P.S.: I recently had a burst of inspiration and suddenly fell in love with the Western style, especially the Western with a touch of fantasy.

Maybe I can try a new style, hmm, if I have the chance.

Section 45, Chapter Forty-Five: [Saying One Thing and Meaning Another]

Unexplained...inefficiency.

It's been an hour.

The banquet was already halfway through, and music was playing in the dance floor, but sodium chloride didn't dance, so it wasn't interested in participating.

However... the efficiency is still too low.

I thought I could get some information, but after talking for a while, Sodium Chloride was like a fool who had suddenly forgotten how to walk. In more than an hour, all I got was a name.

Chen Huijie.

Ugh, so annoying.

For some reason, a strange sense of irritability lingered in my mind and wouldn't go away.

Even though the temperature isn't high today, the heat and restlessness make it hard to calm down.

This place is like a steamer, with loud music, gossipy chatter, and slick, clueless men staring at you. Everything around you is so unpleasant!

She's just an ordinary worker who wants a peaceful life.

But what she received was something completely contrary to what she was given.

So here comes the question.

What do I really want?

Feeling agitated, Sodium Chloride took another sip of its drink, only to discover...

The wine glass was long gone.

This is nothing, even drinking cold water gets stuck in your teeth?

As the girl picked up the wine from the beautiful white tablecloth and was about to pour herself a glass, her hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

A blood-like liquid trembled and piled up at the rim of the glass; a slight tilt of the bottle would allow the red wine at the rim to flow smoothly down into the glass.

However, the girl did not do that.

why?

She has a habit of only taking small sips of alcohol.

She doesn't understand the difference between good and bad wine, just like she can't tell the difference between Coca-Cola and Pepsi.

But she would never drink a second glass of wine in a short period of time.

But what about now?

Gazing at the stemmed glass still bearing traces of pale red liquid, everything around seemed to quiet down.

Humans do not necessarily possess a soul, but there is a separation between the body and the spirit.

Memories can be packaged and beautified by consciousness, or they can be distorted, but the memories that the body is attached to are not. They are something purer, like underlying code, eternally sealed away.

It will only be restarted when needed.