Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

The old man was about to kneel down when Chang Geng stopped him in time.

"Seeking death?"

This was the first time Chang Geng had ever seen someone personally come to walk into the line of fire.

It seems that the guilt in his heart is really heavy.

But what exactly did he do?

"You want me to kill you."

Chang Geng asked, puzzled.

"But the patrolling knights have their own bottom line."

"We must not bully the weak, nor kill the innocent indiscriminately."

"This is not something lofty or sophisticated; it is a bottom line that one should never cross in life."

Chang Geng's intuition didn't sense that he was someone who had crossed the line, and Xun Zheng didn't react at all.

This is enough to demonstrate the exaggeration in his words.

"Only when your bottom line is crossed will the 'Hunter's' revenge come knocking. You want me to kill you? But why should I kill you?"

Chang Geng looked at the old man in front of him.

"I am not lying. I have personally destroyed many civilizations and taken away countless lives and homes. I am an executioner, a executioner who deserves to die!"

Old Deng's mental state is very worrying; he is extremely internally drained, like someone who likes to carve patterns on his own arm.

"Really done by yourself?"

Chang-Geng trusted his intuition more than one person's one-sided opinion.

"I don't remember very clearly..."

"But this is the one thing I remember most clearly: the weapons I created destroyed many lives. I dare not forget it, for I fear that if I forget, I will repeat the same mistakes..."

As Old Deng spoke, his eyes gradually became misty.

"What was the purpose of creating your weapons?"

Chang Geng thought that the answer to this question was the key to why he was not qualified for revenge.

"Strike at 'Destruction'... Repel the antimatter legion..."

The old man was stunned for a long time after hearing the question, and only after a while did he murmur it out blankly.

"Maintain galactic peace and prosperity...become a hero..."

It's as if I've almost forgotten the answer myself.

"So, who ended up with your weapon?"

The answer is obvious: the Hunter's revenge should be directed at those who abused Pandora's Box, not at those who created it.

If the old man in front of you, with the intention of saving others, still personally commits acts of destruction.

He would then give him a good beating, even if Pipinoconi would make it impossible for him to move an inch afterward.

But a pity.

Old Deng was indeed an indirect contributor to the tragedy, but he was definitely not its creator.

The one who should avenge him is the creator of "The Hunt".

"Your stats are too low, Old Deng."

Chang Geng was somewhat moved.

I told you to be selective about your environment to become a god, will you still be selective now?

This is the consequence of having only a mechanism.

His talent allowed him to create terrifying weapons, but his low personal stats led to his research results being easily stolen and taken over by others.

If everyone had the same stats as him, capable of destroying the entire world with a single punch, none of this would have happened.

"Whose hands did it fall into...whose hands did it fall into..."

Old Deng kept repeating himself, trying to stimulate the dormant memories deep in his mind.

"Company... Interstellar Peace Company..."

The sound was very soft at first, but gradually grew louder, as if it was certain that it was the person it was talking about.

"Interstellar Peace Corporation?"

It's both surprising and unsurprising; if it were the market development department, then everything would make sense.

"Haven't you thought about revenge? With your intelligence, it should be easy for you to do so."

Chang Geng asked, a man of iron will and blood.

The ability to create the first galaxy-level weapon means that the ability to develop a second one is possible.

The fact that the company is so eager for this technology means that its power is unmatched by any weapon currently available.

Putting everything else aside, even if it's unrealistic to go down with the company, it's not a problem to blow it up, right?

In any case, the company won't get away unscathed.

“I have already created the first demon… I must never create a second one…”

Old Deng shook his head in strong resistance, "Someone like me should die, along with all the knowledge I possess..."

"You are indeed wrong."

Upon hearing this, Chang Geng laughed, "The mistake lies in your own weakness; you don't even have the means to resist in your own hands."

"But it's okay, that's what the patrol rangers do."

"You don't have this ability, but I do."

Volume 1: NO.82: Did you ask? If you ask again, I'll delete it (4k).

"Do you remember where you came from, old Deng?"

Chang Geng decided to seek justice for him and, remembering the amnesia he had mentioned on March 7th, asked...

"I don't remember very clearly."

The old man shook his head.

"I only remember that I should pursue death, and no matter what happens, I must never let the knowledge in my mind fall into the hands of outsiders."

"Don't you have any identification?"

Chang Geng pondered for a breakthrough, "Do you still remember the name of the weapon you mentioned?"

"Imaginary numbers...collapse..."

The old man covered his head, struggling to recall the past he had deliberately chosen to forget.

But after waiting for a while, there was still no news from behind.

"I can't remember..."

After a long silence, the old man shook his head and said weakly.

"To avoid the possibility of it reappearing in the world, I have intentionally been avoiding it... My memory has chosen to forget everything related to it, I'm sorry."

"Alas, Alzheimer's disease is extremely harmful."

Chang Geng didn't treat him as anything special; he just treated him as a normal old man.

"But rest assured, I will uphold your justice."

The Sea Patrol Knights are never afraid of any powerful force, not even the behemoth that is the company in front of them.

"Uphold justice and eliminate evil."

"This is the duty of the sea patrolmen, and it is also my mission."

Chang Geng didn't mind helping him out, and could also take care of that capitalist dog who built the trough along the way.

"Thanks…"

The old man sincerely thanked him, but his self-destructive tendencies remained evident.

"But if possible, I still hope you can end my life, along with the 'memories' in my head..."

"I won't stop you from taking your own life."

Chang Geng rose from the bench. "But it would be best to wait until we've witnessed the 'Hunter's' revenge in person."

"At that time, it will be easier for you to leave peacefully."

“It’s my fault…it’s my knowledge that’s to blame…it’s no one else’s fault…it’s all my fault…” The old man shook his head wearily.

"Right and wrong are in people's eyes, but you can think whatever you want."

Chang Gung was too lazy to provide psychological counseling.

He's said it many times: he's only responsible for rescues; he doesn't cover after-sales service for cups smaller than a large size.

Asking about anything below the large size will result in deletion.

Let's talk about after-sales service when the large cups are served!

"Mr. Chadwick!"

Just as Chang Geng was about to discuss with the robin what to do with Old Deng's whereabouts, a group of men and women who had been traveling together arrived from behind with hurried footsteps.

Why are you running around again?

The woman at the head of the group, with the demeanor of a dutiful daughter, carefully held his hand, preparing to help him up and leave.

"I was so worried about you. Come on, let's go back together."

Moira spoke with concern, and naturally led him away.

"Are you really going to leave without even saying thank you?"

Just as the two were about to pass them, Chang Geng suddenly spoke up.

Pretending to be familiar with someone is a common tactic used by human traffickers.

He had spent so much time chatting with Old Deng; a normal guardian would at least say hello and express their gratitude before leaving, right?

His eagerness to leave right away clearly indicates he has a guilty conscience.

You'd be better off believing he's a lousy jerk than believing they're truly family.

Because neither of the two things is possible.

"Thank you for taking care of my father, sir."

Moira took a deep breath, still hoping to get away with it.

"But he can't stay outside for long. It's time for his medication, and time is tight. Please forgive me for not being able to thank you properly. I will definitely visit you another day."

After saying that, the group surrounded the old man named Chadwick and prepared to leave.

"Take medicine?"

Chang Geng laughed, "Don't you think those two words are out of place in this dreamlike land?"

"Sir, this is a family matter. Please do not inquire about it casually, or you may lose this hard-won opportunity to enter the dream."

Moira said with a gloomy face.

"Passengers are not entitled to ask."

The robin took off his hat and sunglasses, and looked at her with a very solemn gaze.

"what about me?"

"Miss Robin..."

Moira was startled and her heart skipped a beat.

Why is the sister of the current head of the Oak family here?

This is trouble.