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When he was young, the Rabid Dog had fantasized about his own death, too.
Just like the thousands of hot-blooded young men in the Xing Yao Federation, he was not afraid of death, but he was scared of dying in obscurity.
It was the most dangerous time of the Old Federation. People were extremely tough. All kinds of war games and heroic movies were popular. All the boys who were sixteen or seventeen years old and whose spiritual roots were not fully developed and who had nowhere to vent their passion imagined dying like the heroes in the games and movies. It would be best if they killed for three days and three nights, leaving mountains of demon beast corpses and oceans of blood behind them. Then, under the illumination of the first bloody dawn, they would charge at the overwhelming beast tide with a scorching crystal railgun and leave a few heroic words that could be recorded in history textbooks. It was the most perfect way to die.
The Rabid Dog at that time could never have imagined that he would die like a fart that was neither smelly nor loud.
It was the golden age of his life. At that time, he was a super genius who was the center of attention.
He had thought that his fate was predestined. What lay ahead of him was brilliant, soul-stirring, and magnificent. Even if he was not the whole world, he was at least the absolute protagonist of the small world around him.
However, the arrival of 'that person' completely shattered his dreams and killed the path of his destiny that had not been opened yet!
Overnight, the situation changed. His father was sent to prison, and all his property was confiscated. He also owed a huge debt. He suffered both physical and mental blows, too. His reputation in the circle was tarnished. In the end, none of the key universities were willing to enroll him. He could only study in a second-rate college.
The world and destiny that he thought he had had collapsed.
After the blow, he could not recover from it and spent twenty gloomy years in a daze.
It was not that he did not want to cheer himself up, but every time he was ready to regroup and work hard, the news of 'that person' would come to him like a haunting ghost.
If it were just a regular 'opponent' or 'enemy', he might have been able to train himself hard to catch up and take revenge.
But 'that person' was simply an out-and-out monster. Every single piece of news was so world shocking and astounding, causing him to be in complete despair and unable to arouse the slightest intention to resist.
He was disheartened and didn't have the guts to compete with "that person", but that didn't mean that the storm stirred up by "that person" wouldn't sweep over him.
As the strength and fame of "that person" soared all the way, the grudges between him and "that person" in the past were dug up again and hyped as gossip. Of course, most of the news was to exaggerate how wise and mighty "that person" was. He was naturally an inconspicuous stepping stone in the corner of the picture. The occasional paragraph that was slightly "conspicuous" was just to contrast the glorious image of "that person" with his hideousness and overconfidence.
Such days lasted for twenty years. In the world around him, he seemed to be tied to "that person". Every time the name of "that person" was mentioned, other people would mention him in passing. There was no need to humiliate him verbally at all. As long as they glanced at him casually with a vague smile, it was enough to completely twist his nerves that were made of iron!
Twenty years later, his former classmates who were far less talented than him all made their own achievements and began to stand out. Even his ordinary classmates had established happy families and lived prosperous lives. He was the only one who was still immersed in self-pity and self-abandonment and could not extricate himself from it. He became an incorrigible drunkard and a gangster.
It was his father, who had been released on parole, who slapped him hard on the sickbed before he died, which reversed his fate for the second time.
"I … I don't have a son like you!"
That was his father's last sentence.
His hands trembled. He wanted to close the old man's eyes, but he couldn't. From then on, no matter where he went, he seemed to be able to see the old man's eyes, looking down at him condescendingly, smashing the flames of anger at him for not being able to fight back!
He thought that he understood what his father meant now.
To be fair, from the perspective of an adult in his thirties or forties, many of the things that happened when he was in his teens and twenties were indeed his fault. He had only himself to blame.
Therefore, his feelings toward "that person" were very complicated. Instead of "hatred", it was more like intense "jealousy" and "resentment".
He wanted revenge against "that person", against his absurd fate, and against the wretched heavens! He wanted revenge not because he really hated the person, but because he wanted to tell the whole world that he would definitely take back what belonged to him, and that he was the real protagonist of the world!
During the three days that he guarded the old man's coffin, he was reborn and greatly enlightened.
After the seventh day of the old man's death, he completely said goodbye to his old life and walked into the cruelest underground arena in the dark corner of the Federation.
With the capital that he had left from his crazy training when he was young, he fought his way up from the bottom-level matches to the annual finals of the joint arena of one hundred and twenty cities, where he earned the reputation of 'Rabid Dog' for the first time.
Every time before he entered the arena, the moment when he put on the mask was the most relaxed and comfortable moment for him, because in the cruel world of the underground arena, nobody knew who he was. He was the Rabid Dog!
He had soared all the way from the Refinement Stage to the Building Foundation Stage in only five years. With his experience and his past, it was almost a miracle.
During the intervals of the matches, he often looked at the starry sky with his bruised and swollen head, fantasizing that he could really compete with "that person" one day.
After all, "that person" had disappeared for a long time. It was said that he had entered the hibernation state, and his strength should have stagnated. It was a great opportunity for him to 'overtake' him.
But the cruel reality shattered his hope time and time again. When he was closest to the Core Formation Stage, he was heavily wounded in a gold medal match. After half a year of rest, his strength plummeted.
After that, he rose and fell in the circle of the underground arena for many years, but he never achieved anything higher. Later, when he explored the resource planets as a 'bounty hunter', joined the Union Army, and fought all kinds of enemies, no matter how crazy, cruel, and perverted he tortured himself, the improvement of his strength was still as slow as a snail's.
Jin Dan, hehe. After a hundred years, he was only one Jin Dan. He might be a great figure in the eyes of other people, but compared to 'that person', he was nothing more than a piece of manure that was crushed by the wheels of a car.
At some point, he suddenly realized that he would never, ever, ever be as good as that person in his entire life.
It did not matter. Strength was not important. Accomplishments were what mattered the most.
He would make shocking accomplishments that far exceeded that person's. Even if he were to die, he would die a glorious death!
With such a belief, he had always been in the vanguard of the most dangerous missions in the wars large and small in the army.
But fate played a great joke on him again.
He did not have a good time. Other than the Uranian Ring War, the Federation had only been involved in some sporadic battles to suppress bandits and maintain order in the past hundred years. Even if he were to wipe out all the demon beasts and bandits on a planet on his own, would it be anything worth bragging about?
At this moment, the 'Imperium's counterattack' should have been his best opportunity.
But he did not expect that the main force of the Black Wind Fleet would assault the Tian Yuan Realm. Although he was involved in the war in person, he was in the first batch of troops to meet the enemy. He was an out-and-out cannon fodder who was destined to die in the iron can without being noticed, just like the ordinary soldiers around him.
Yes, ordinary …
At the last moment of his life, looking back at his monotonous life in the past hundred years, the Rabid Dog finally dropped his disguise of neurosis and madness.
He could not help but feel depressed. "As it turns out, I'm just an ordinary person, just like the thousands of ordinary soldiers around. I'm insignificant when I'm alive, and I'm insignificant when I'm dead.
"Damn the heavens. So, Li Yao is the Heavenly Talent that you've chosen, and I'm really just a stepping stone.
"I can never catch up with him. It's useless no matter how I torture myself. The gap between us will only grow bigger and bigger. Right now, I'm not even qualified to play one of the minions in the movies where he is the protagonist!
"This … is my fate, isn't it?
"I'm just an ordinary person. How can an ordinary person fight a superhero? Then, let's just die in this goddamn war like all the ordinary soldiers around us, like mud and dog shit. What else is there to struggle for? The more I struggle, the more I feel like a joke!
"Just die. Stop thinking about anything. Old man, I'm sorry. In the next life, in the next life …"
The Rabid Dog's self-awareness gradually dispersed, and his soul fell into the feeble darkness.
But after a long time, he was still not completely liberated. Instead, his senses were getting stronger and stronger, and a cool and itchy feeling came from the wound on his abdomen!
The Rabid Dog's eyes widened, only to discover that a small blue spot was jumping happily on his retina.
The medical system of the Crystal Suit had miraculously repaired itself, and it was injecting artificial living cells into his liver. Perhaps the impact of some tiny meteorites had hit a critical point of a certain medical unit?
On a chaotic battlefield, anything unbelievable could happen, even if the odds were only one in a billion!
"What's the meaning of this? You're not going to let me die?"
In a trance, the Rabid Dog saw his father's eyes, which were full of anger and regret, glaring at him from outside the window of the helmet.
Yes. Regret. Regret. He was really f * cking regretful!
"Damn the heavens. What do you want exactly? If you really don't want me to die, if there's really a slim chance that I can compete with Li Yao again, please give me some inspiration!
"I don't want to defeat him. I just want to stand in front of him and show him what I look like right now. I want to tell him who I am!
"Damn the heavens. Help me. Even if … even if Li Yao is really the main character of the world, at least let me be the main character of this small battlefield for one second. One second is enough!"
The Rabid Dog roared silently with snot and tears running down his cheeks.
Hardly had he concluded his sentence when a series of flashes appeared not far away.
"Is … Is this the inspiration you want to give me, damn the heavens?"
The Rabid Dog was slightly dazed. Then, hope rose in his heart again. Ignoring the pain in his abdomen, he activated the few remaining rune arrays on the Crystal Suit and flew toward the flashes.
A moment later, he came to a sudden halt, and his eyes were bloodshot.
They were four or five Crystal Suit of the Imperium that were used to clean up the battlefield.
They didn't notice him at first, but he activated the power rune arrays and exposed himself, causing the Crystal Suit of the Imperium to all fly toward him.
"F * ck."
The Rabid Dog said to the damn heavens.
So, this was the inspiration that the damn heavens had given him — a different way to die, and the same silence.
Ninety percent of the battlefield had been occupied by the Three Stars Lightning Flag of the Imperium. The Rabid Dog had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death.
However …
He didn't want to! He didn't want to! He didn't want to! He didn't want to! He didn't want to! He didn't want to! He didn't want to!
In a trance, he somehow remembered the golden years in Floating Spear City a hundred years ago. He remembered the arrogant and proud young man.
"Hehe. Hehehehe!"
Mad Dog spat out a mouthful of blood. He swung the half of the Dragon-slaying Saber on his back again and let out a wild laugh. Blood sprayed out all over his helmet, and even the windows were dyed red.
Looking through the blood, he saw a brilliant sea of stars in full swing!
"Damn the heavens. And you garbage …"
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