？？？ : You'll never find him!
When he saw the ninth mural, Du Ze was stunned.
Unlike the previous murals, there was only one person painted on this tall wall. The man's head was half lowered and his long bangs covered his face. He couldn't see his face and expression, only a glimpse of his tightly pursed thin lips. He stood there, tall and slender. Light shone from the front, illuminating the man's … eight shadows. Du Ze's eyes widened slightly. The eight shadows were obviously a human, an undead, a gnome, a demon, an elf, a beast, a dragon, and a celestial. Du Ze looked at the man standing in the middle of the eight shadows and finally reacted.
This is … the protagonist?
After the eighth mural of the seventh era, the person painted on the ninth mural is the protagonist. Does this imply that after the seventh era, the future ruler of the Chaotic Continent will be Xiu?
Sure enough, if you follow the protagonist, you will have a bright future.
Du Ze's face was flushed with blood. He looked at the mural with great interest and suddenly found something wrong.
The person on the mural had his hands raised in midair, circling in the air. It was a slightly awkward posture. Du Ze did the same and found that it was like holding something – the thing was large, more than one meter, and should be about the size of a person …? Perhaps the protagonist was hugging someone, an invisible person?
When he got closer, he realized that the portraits on the wall were extremely detailed. Even the wrinkles at the corners of the people's mouths and the curvature of their skin due to the strength of their hands were clearly depicted. Du Ze stared at the protagonist in the painting, and a sudden sadness struck his heart. Although he couldn't see the expression of the person in the painting, he could feel a strong sense of madness and sadness coming from him. It was as if he had lost his most important treasure, which made people who saw him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Drip – drip –
The sudden sound of water awakened Du Ze, who was unable to extricate himself. He absentmindedly looked over and found that the sound of water was from the person in the mural. The person raised his hands, hugging the person who had disappeared, and asked the heaven and earth in a silent and sorrowful voice:
He lost his most important existence, why can't he cry?
He lost his most important existence, why can't he go crazy?
He had lost his most important existence, so why couldn't he … destroy the world?
Du Ze hugged his head. The sound was everywhere, scrambling to squeeze into his brain, screaming as if it wanted to break his brain. Du Ze fiercely hammered his head, the pain causing the shrill voice to recede a little. He pushed his head and staggered to his feet, then watched the new surroundings freeze.
This was no longer a corridor sealed off by the murals. Instead, it was in … outer space? Du Ze could only describe the place he was at. He was surrounded by broken rocks suspended in the dark blue space, and he was standing on one of them. It seemed that not long ago, a planet exploded here, leaving only fragmented debris and desolation.
Du Ze had yet to recover from his grief. The impact of that mural was too great. That kind of despair and sadness weighed heavily on the bottom of his heart, making him feel that every time his heart beat, it would bring a deep pain and suffocating feeling. In the distance, the sound of argument could be heard. Du Ze stared blankly at the source of the sound. Amidst the debris of the floating rocks, he could vaguely see a vague figure.
It was the only figure that could be seen in this desolate place. Du Ze tried to see more clearly, but the incomplete "land" under his feet limited his movement. He could only hear intermittent voices coming from afar. The person seemed to be arguing with another person. Although the voice was low and pleasant to listen to, it could not conceal his eagerness and a trace of fear and despair.
"… You clearly said …, … I have been destroyed … then, what about him? Give … me … back! "
Then another voice appeared. The voice seemed to be enduring great pain, but it was filled with malice and joy. "The world has been tricked by you … hehehehe … to tell you … the truth: He … is no longer … already … hehehehe … hahahahaha …" The voice grew louder and clearer. "You will never find him! Ha ha ha ha —! "
The person seemed to be irritated and forcefully cut off the curse-like words. However, the voice did not stop laughing even though it was full of pain. Instead, it shouted with even more heart-wrenching mockery:
"Even if you become the Supreme God, so what! In the whole world – you are the only God! "
These were the last words Du Ze heard. The next second, a dazzling light engulfed him. He never knew that when the light was strong enough, there would be nothing but darkness in front of him. Nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard. It was like wandering in an endless void.
The next moment, Du Ze opened his eyes. He was so scared by the face that his heart almost stopped. The protagonist of "Mixed Blood" was above him, his head bowed and seemed to be studying his headphones very seriously. Seeing that Du Ze had woken up, the Lich's dim eyes glanced indifferently at Du Ze's frozen face and then silently withdrew his hand from the doujinshi. He was not ashamed of being caught red-handed.
Did he just inadvertently save the world?
Du Ze, covered in cold sweat, stuffed the doujinshi under his buttocks. He began to regret not throwing it in the Time Corridor. That was the best place in the world to hide things. Stupid. As soon as he thought of the Time Corridor, the scene just now filled Du Ze's mind again. That heart-wrenching and lung-splitting curse was like some kind of ominous thing lingering in Du Ze's heart. It was also that sentence that made Du Ze realize what he had just seen.
The Time Corridor can see the future. In the future, there is only one person who can become the Supreme God, and that is the protagonist of "Mixed Blood" – Xiu. So the figure he saw in the desolate space just now was the protagonist? According to the analysis of what he had just heard, the protagonist seemed to be looking for a person. The voice seemed to know the whereabouts of that person, but it asked the protagonist to destroy the world. So the protagonist listened to the voice and destroyed the world – damn!
Du Ze's mind was in a mess. Can the future be more divine?! The main character really destroyed the world! Is that messy gravel the wreckage of the Chaos Continent!? The protagonist is mighty, the protagonist is domineering, long live the protagonist! The brutality and strength of the protagonist broke through the sky! The world and the author's moral integrity (?) were broken into pieces. Even if the protagonist destroyed the world, he couldn't save the person he was looking for. The voice that Du Ze labeled as the final BOSS was obviously deceiving the protagonist.
– So what if you become the Supreme God! You are the only God in the world!
When Du Ze thought of this sentence, his heart felt like it was blocked. That's why villains don't have a good end. Even if they succeed in killing the warrior and destroying the world, the only thing they can do in the end is to destroy themselves.
Author, you bear! When I go back, this young man must have a good talk with you about life!
Du Ze, who hasn't returned, can only silently put away the idea of hanging himself in front of the author's door. He began to analyze the limited information, trying to find a way to prevent the protagonist from reaching the final step of becoming a God. From the conversation just now and the ninth mural, the protagonist must have lost a very important person at the end, causing his crazy value to reach the max.
… Could it be that the first female lead of "Mixed Blood," Vivian, died and was hidden by someone else? With Yi Ye Zhi Qiu's character, this is really possible. So this is a murder caused by a girl? Du Ze instantly set a goal for the future. He must treat Saint Vivian as a first-class protected creature and put an end to all people with bad intentions.
Du Ze was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Xiu's strange expression. Since Xiu came out of the Time Corridor, the undead's pale skin has become even more bloodless. He looked at Du Ze, who was sitting silently next to him, and somehow asked: "Do you know about mixed-bloods?"
Du Ze looked at Xiu with a little surprise. He recalled the plot of "Mixed Blood" and then understood. In the Chaos Continent, mixed-bloods are very unpopular. For example, mixed-bloods of humans and elves are looked down upon by the elves. At the same time, they are also rejected by the human race, who use the phrase "those who are not of our race must have different intentions." Mixed-Bloods are not good in either side and are directly called bastards. The protagonist suffered a lot of stimulation in the Time Corridor, so … is he seeking comfort?
This is a great opportunity to increase his favorability! Du Ze excitedly wanted to hold the protagonist's hand and say affectionately: I know you are uneasy and confused. Be good, I won't discriminate against you.
In reality, some silly, cute person nodded with a cold face. Then he clicked again, OVER.
Du Ze said he wanted to drag this social barrier down with him.
Fortunately, Xiu seemed to be accustomed to Du Ze's indifference (the fog is very thick). His brows were tightly wrinkled and his face was pale, giving people a sense of vulnerability, like a person made of ice that would break at the slightest touch. The topic did not stop there. The black-robed Lich had never been so talkative before: "… What do you think?"
He didn't say a pronoun and seemed to be asking Du Ze what he thought about mixed-bloods. But Du Ze knew that Xiu was asking: What do you think of me? What do you think of a mixed-blooded bastard of one of the eight races?
Du Ze wanted to spit out all the surging moe feelings in his heart: Awesome, young man! Mixed-bloods are too cute! However, Du Ze held it in for a long time before spitting out two words:
"Miracle."
Xiu didn't expect to receive such an answer. His eyes slightly widened and the gloominess between his eyebrows receded a bit. He asked incredulously: "Miracle?"
This is a one in a billion miracle, Du Ze really thinks so. Without any human intervention, the protagonist is the only mixed-blood in the history of the Chaos Continent. He is the darling of nature and includes all the races. No god is more suitable than him to be the ruler of the Chaos Continent.
Du Ze tried very hard to express his heart's longing for a mixed-blood, but his words were still dry and he repeated the same sentence: "Mixed-Blood, is a miracle."
"You are a miracle."
Xiu stared blankly at Du Ze. When he heard Du Ze's last sentence, he suddenly grabbed Du Ze's shoulder and pulled him closer, as if afraid to miss the slightest expression on Du Ze's face. "You know …!"
Du Ze stared blankly at Xiu. He was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Xiu's eyes flashed with doubt, flashed with hesitation, and finally settled into a bottomless black, as if encompassing all the emotions in his heart, but also as if there was nothing there.
He asked: "Who are you?"
Du Ze … At this moment, Du Ze felt as if his face had been smeared with the malice of the universe. Only now did he realize that he had not introduced himself to the protagonist at all. The protagonist still doesn't know his name!
He is a well, a second person.
Shocked by his own stupidity, Du Ze sluggishly looked at Xiu and said: "I am Du Ze."
I am the reader.
Xiu's bloodless lips moved. Although there was no sound, it was as if he was chewing and swallowing the name between his lips and teeth, leaving no trace. The black-robed Lich opened his thin lips to say something, but his face sank and he looked gloomily into the distance.
– Something is coming.
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Xiu opened his eyes and stared at the sky. He had come out of the Time Corridor but his soul seemed to be locked in the past and unable to extricate itself.
"Meow ~"
Seeing that Xiu had woken up, it went forward and rubbed Xiu's face. Xiu straightened up and held his magical beast in his arms. The black-robed Lich fell into a long silence. He looked at the eight-tailed magical beast in his arms and asked: "Do you know about mixed-bloods?"
"Meow?"
"… What do you think?"
Ming opened its blue and gold eyes and looked at Xiu innocently. Xiu looked at it for a moment and suddenly laughed. His laughter was full of self-mockery, bitterness, and hesitation: "Oh, why am I telling you this …"
Xiu stared blankly at the endless halo of light. He had never felt so lonely and helpless before.
From beginning to end, he was the only one who was different.
– excerpt from "Mixed Blood"
The author has something to say:??? : You will never find him!
Reader: Who are you?
Protagonist: Who are you?
？？？ : …
Author: Oh.
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I know what the girls are most concerned about right now, so I will weakly say: This Wen Jue is HE!
Thanks to Arctic Ji (2), Sloth, Xixi's Xixi, Guess Who (2), God of Traps, Seven Seconds of Weightlessness, brendaaya, Float ~ ~ ~, Molly っ `, Seven Seconds of Weightlessness, Silent Stranger, Aki Threw a Landmine, Shiner, King of Yueshan, Xia Xia, Ice Pumpkin, Demon World, Ink, herosly11, akxw0124 (2), 12383299 (2), Sin Sang, Vakulya, Water Scar's Landmine ~
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