Meng Chao's smile gradually froze.
There were indeed two souls residing in the depths of his mind.
One of them was his eighteen -year-old self. He was in the prime of his life, full of vigor, rash, persistent, naive, and had a little sense of justice. He also believed that something beautiful was happening. In any case, he was no different from his peers.
The other soul was a fragmented soul that had returned from the apocalypse and survived hundreds of battles.
Now that he thought about it carefully, what sort of mental state was he at the moment Dragon City was destroyed?
In the increasingly brutal and tragic war that lasted for decades, even though he had perfected his killing skills, he had also lost everything: his family, his home, and his future …
How could this sort of soul still be the hot-blooded, bright, and naive eighteen -year-old self?
When he had just returned to the past, since his cerebral cortex was still very young, the fragmented soul from the apocalypse was suppressed by his eighteen -year-old self.
As he awakened to supernatural abilities and spirit energy continued charging at his brain, the fragmented soul from the apocalypse gradually woke up. At the same time it released a rich amount of fighting experience and support skills, it also brought with it the habits, thought patterns, and instinctive reactions of the apocalypse.
There was one thing that Meng Chao had subconsciously overlooked over the past few months.
As a third-class fighter, how had he struggled and survived until the apocalypse?
So many outstanding and peerless fighters had died, so why hadn't he died?
And ambushing, infiltrating, poisoning, assassinating, setting up traps, and extorting confessions through torture were so brutal that they seemed as natural as breathing. Under what circumstances did he learn them, and what price did he have to pay to learn them?
From the soul of an eighteen -year-old hot-blooded teenager to the fragmented soul from the apocalypse that crawled out of hell, what did he lose, and what did he gain?
Humans would always beautify their memories.
As for the memories that could not be beautified, they would just cover them up or even wipe them away.
It was just like how his mother could not remember anything related to the X-shaped eye in the mysterious hospital.
He seemed to have forgotten how he turned from a normal person the Dark Witch mocked as a burden to a third-class fighter who struggled until the apocalypse.
His neck hurt.
It was as if blood was gushing out.
He could not breathe.
Meng Chao gulped laboriously and instinctively covered his neck, but he did not know why he did that.
Luo Hai did not notice that there was something off about his expression. He continued chattering on. "Honestly, I can accept everything else, including when you crouched in the bushes and ambushed your classmates. That can be considered as a normal fighting style, but when you cut Duan Lian's throat, even if it was fake, it's … too crazy.
"I don't just treat you as a friend, I treat you as a partner, which is one in a million. we have to work together to conquer the world, so we have to pay attention to our image and business value.
"For example, let's say you became the spokesperson for Surging Lightning. The packaging, promotions, ghostwriters, and all other aspects of the game are bustling with activity. At that moment, your competitor reveals what you did to Duan Lian — cut his throat! "What will other people think?
"I just don't get it. No matter how difficult it is to deal with Duan Lian, is there really no other suitable way? Does he have to be so brutal?"
"I don of.
Meng Chao covered his throat. His gaze was dazed and puzzled. He asked himself why he chose to cut his throat without hesitation.
Accompanied by the sharp pain in his throat, a memory fragment from his previous life that he had always ignored suddenly blossomed with an intense bloody glow.
His. of his blood gusof of of of of his, and blood, he, and, he, and of. of. of. of. of
Meng Chao felt as if he had fallen into a nightmare for a long time.
In the end, he fell into a pile of foul-smelling mud.
Luo Hai and the cultivation room disappeared.
What replaced it was a dark swamp in a strangely shaped dense forest.
Meng Chao noticed that he was lying in ambush with a group of soldiers with cold gazes and lifeless expressions.
Everyone removed their camouflage uniforms, guns, and daggers, and put on a leather sheath made of monster materials that looked like it was alive. Then, with a shake of their bodies, they turned into monstrous and ugly creatures that were half-human and half-beast.
Then, he put on the armor made of beast bones and bronze on the bumpy, green leather armor and swung the very crude cold weapons that were inlaid with crystals randomly.
The human soldiers opened their mouths and put sharp fake teeth in them.
Then, they used chalk-like paint to paint their beast-like faces. Their faces looked like skeletons.
"This is …"
Meng Chao's mouth was dry. He realized that he was reminded of a military operation he had participated in in his previous life.
He turned his head around and used high-powered binoculars to observe a village not too far away from the forest.
It was a village that did not have a lot of high technology or modern industries. Instead, it was filled with a fairytale and magical style.
The village was surrounded by Man-eating Flowers and Poisonous Thorn Vines, which formed a simple wall.
There were also Shrieking Fungi that were as big as parasols. They were intelligent fungi with great senses. Once they got used to their master's presence, as long as a stranger approached them, they would release spores and let out screeches.
Through the wall, Meng Chao could see that the villagers were busy.
The villagers here were humanoid creatures with thin bodies and sharp ears.
Their skin was blood red, and they were covered in dense, dazzling patterns that looked like spirit tattoos.
Smoke curled up from kitchen chimneys, the fireworks of the world, the busy adults, and the laughter of children were just like humans.
Meng Chao saw three children playing around and running out of the village.
They took turns to extend their four-fingered hands into the flower buds of the Man-eating Flowers. Before the flower buds shrank, they pulled their hands out at lightning speed.
This was a boring and stupid game unique to children.
"Don't speak Earth's language, and don't use Earth's weapons."
A deep voice came from behind Meng Chao. "Don't leave a single one alive. Do you understand?"
Meng Chao turned around and saw a monster that was really tall and had a deformed skull painted on its face. It was half human, half beast.
Or rather, it was an Earthling disguised as a monster.
He seemed to be chewing something. His breath was heavy, and it stank.
"Instructor, there's a child," Meng Chao heard himself say.
The instructor with the foul mouth approached him slowly, and a savage smile appeared on his white skull. "99, are you mad or blind? There are no children there, only the babies of the Other World creatures. They're no different from the babies of the monsters we killed in the past."
Meng Chao heard himself say hesitantly, "But …"
"No buts!"
The instructor with the foul mouth squeezed his shoulder. He was so strong that he nearly crushed Meng Chao's shoulder blade. "99, you're one of the people I admire a lot in the training camp. Regardless of whether it's your talent with the gun or your exquisite saber techniques that evolved from harvesting, they're all miracles at your age.
"But you're just too weak.
"Put away your untimely humanity. Think about how much trouble and danger Dragon City is facing right now. How many of our comrades might live or die because of our actions!
"Remember, even if you turn into a despicable cockroach, a brutal demon, or a cold machine, as long as the flames of Earth's civilization can continue, everything will be worth it!"
Meng Chao heard himself say dryly, "I-I understand."
"Really, 99?"
The instructor with a foul mouth smiled and stuffed a spiked club filled with monster teeth into Meng Chao's hands. He patted his shoulder and said, "Then, you'll be the one to personally get rid of the babies of the creatures of the Other World later, okay? Then, you can leave the training camp and obtain even greater power! "
Meng Chao saw that his hand was clearly trembling as he held the spiked club.
"I …" He could not say anything.
"What? You can't do it?" The instructor with the foul mouth frowned.
"I don't know, Instructor. I-I might not be ready," Meng Chao heard himself say weakly.
"You're not ready? That's true. The other people in the training camp started training when they were young. You're the only one who joined midway. You're too old, and your mind is filled with things that will stop you from becoming stronger. It's only normal that you're not ready. "
The instructor with the foul mouth patted his shoulder gently. There was a hint of pity in his tone, but there was also a hint of empathy in his tone.
But the next second, he swiped his palm across Meng Chao's throat. "Then you're useless. Die!"
Meng Chao widened his eyes. Pain shot up his throat, and blood gushed out. He fell limp on the ground.
Human soldiers who were disguised as monsters and used skulls to hide their faces stepped over him.
He was like a ball with a hole in it. In an instant, he lost all his strength and could not move. He could not see the wound on his neck either. He could only hear the sizzling sounds of blood gushing out. He touched the sticky puddle of blood that was getting bigger and bigger, and he could feel his life swiftly flowing away.
The feeling of falling inch by inch toward death and being devoured by a dark swamp was just a memory. It still invaded his nerves like acid, and he wanted to scream, but he could not make a single sound.
The instructor with the foul mouth crouched down and stared at Meng Chao.
"In your next life, no matter what I say, there will only be one answer. 'Yes, instructor, yes!'"
He used his deformed, bloody palm to pat Meng Chao's cheek gently. "Remember the standard answer. 99."
Meng Chao remembered it.
The instructor strode away.
"I'll say it again. Don't speak in Earth!"
Soon, the Shrieking Fungi started screaming in a spot Meng Chao could not see.
Meng Chao screamed and waited for death to descend on him.
Darkness drowned him. He moved through it and returned to reality from his memories.
He found himself curled up in a corner with his hand still over his throat. His arms and chest were covered in blood from his nose.
Cold sweat, which had not flowed even during the fight just now, had long since drenched his clothes.
"Meng Chao, what's going on?!"
Luo Hai was dumbfounded. He wanted to support him, but he did not know where to start. He did not dare to disturb him either. When he saw Meng Chao open his eyes again, as if he had regained consciousness, he said, "Did your spirit energy deviate?"
"No."
Meng Chao sucked in a deep breath. He felt like he was a drowning person who had been dragged out of a deep pool for a few minutes.
It was no wonder then why he had to unlock his previous life's memories step by step.
The impact of the memory just now was too great and terrifying.
If he had unlocked it a few months ago when he was still a normal person, his brain would have definitely been burnt.
Even now …
Meng Chao cradled his burning brain. He was still immersed in the great shock.
'So, I used the fake throat-slitting skill on Duan Lian because I personally tasted it in a secret training camp, and it left a deep impression on me?
'Just what did I, Dragon City, and the entire civilization turn into in my previous life for the sake of survival?'
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