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Chapter 1708

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Before Han Dong figured out some things, he had no intention of squeezing his body into the umbilical cord and going deeper.

In the early stage, he was just wandering aimlessly on the surface.

Due to the period of familiarization time given by the Gray Walker, Han Dong had already suppressed his fear of 'absolute imprisonment' to the minimum. He could basically move freely without perception.

During the long wandering, his worries about external threats slowly dissipated.

On the first day, Han Dong was still a little vigilant. From time to time, he would stop to sense the situation around him.

On the second day, Han Dong had become indifferent. Perhaps after two or three hours, he would be a little vigilant or check if his body was injured.

On the third day,

Han Dong had completely turned into a lonely wanderer, wandering freely in the surface area.

When his worries about the outside world were completely reduced to, the world became abnormally quiet, and even reached a state of tranquility that he had never experienced in his life.

His heart lake was in a state of complete stillness.

In retrospect,

It seemed that it had been a long time since he had really calmed down to think about some problems, or to review and organize the past... he even shifted his thoughts to the moment when he had just been reborn, or rather, when he had advanced from the [Primitive World] to this place.

At that time, he was in a similar state.

When he was in the state of a cell mass, all kinds of senses did not exist.

In order to choose the best body, Han Dong wandered in the mysterious prison for seven years.

However, compared to looking for the best body, the purpose of this wandering was more 'profound'.

What Han Dong wanted to find was a concept that already existed in his body, but he had yet to fully understand — "What is faceless".

The memories continued.

He abandoned the bodies of prisoners many times to get the prison warden's key and found the "Faceless Head" in the center of the prison.

Han Dong officially started his journey to the new world from the beginning. Coincidentally, he was brought back to the Holy City by a knight squad that was investigating outside,

And because the weight was not enough,

By chance, he chose an extremely weak body of a suicide victim that did not need to occupy the weight value... and thus obtained his name in the new world.

[Warren. Nicholas]

Since then,

Due to the limitations of human nature and in order to live in the Holy City, Han Dong had been pretending to be a 'human' with the help of the [Imitation] given by the head.

This was because Han Dong believed that he was a human and that his soul belonged to a human.

Therefore, this kind of imitation was very natural and not at all out of place.

In the following days, he successfully obtained the status of an official Knight in the Holy City. He was recognized by the Parliament and made many friends.

Han Dong had accepted this setting from the very beginning, and from his soul, he believed that he was a human. He had never thought deeply about what kind of species he belonged to or whether he could still be classified as a human.

Now.

In a state of complete tranquility,

Han Dong, who had been wandering around in the faceless state, suddenly picked up this initial and most fundamental question and seriously considered it.

Was he a human? Or should he be classified as a Hybrid Demon? Or perhaps both …

Perhaps this question seemed meaningless, but Han Dong's intuition told him that the answer might be related to Faceless, and it might even help him find the root of Faceless.

No longer strolling.

He sat cross-legged on the ground.

He thought from the most fundamental definition of a human, and then divided his thoughts into two to debate in his brain.

The Black Vortex Torso reduced the body's energy consumption to the minimum. Even if Han Dong did not eat or drink for a long time, it was completely fine. It ensured that Han Dong's thinking behavior would not be affected by the physical needs of his body.

Just like that, a few more days passed.

A special situation also appeared here.

A Chaos Prisoner with a conch structure on his back was inadvertently approaching Han Dong's position.

It belonged to a visitor from the deep sea who came to the center of Chaos hundreds of years ago.

He tried to use this most primitive and ancient power of Chaos to break through the Mythical limit. After all, he clearly felt that his potential had reached the upper limit, and it was almost impossible to break through.

It was a pity that in the end, he was crazily devoured and became a Chaos Prisoner.

Hundreds of years of imprisonment had completely wiped out his thoughts of escaping. He accepted the identity of a prisoner and even slowly adapted to a set of survival rules.

The coral tentacles derived from the conch could already perform "contact perception."

Although the range was limited and the sensitivity was not high, at least it could give him a means of detection.

If he sensed danger, he could avoid it in time. If he sensed other weak prisoners, he could get a delicious and sumptuous lunch, allowing him to live longer.

At present.

He was slowly approaching Han Dong's position. The coral tentacles growing from the conch were also swaying in the air.

However, both sides did not know that they were about to encounter an unexpected encounter.

For the prisoner who had not eaten for several years.

Once he could capture and perceive Han Dong, a 'weakling' who had not even reached the Mythical level, he would fall into a state of extreme excitement.

He would bind Han Dong as if he had obtained a treasure. Eating a small piece every day would ensure his own nutritional supplement for a long time, and it could also satisfy the strong appetite that he had lost.

Three meters.

Two meters.

One meter. He had entered the range of the coral tentacles. But Han Dong, who was immersed in his thoughts, was not aware of the upcoming danger at all.

Smack! One of them happened to fall on Han Dong's shoulder.

The desire that should have erupted and the battle that broke out in an instant did not happen.

The scene was unexpectedly quiet. Even the Deep Sea Prisoner with the conch on his back stopped.

He tilted his head slightly, looking very puzzled.

The coral tentacles had clearly touched a foreign object.

But strangely, the foreign object's perception that was transmitted back was' himself '.

Immediately after, several coral tentacles stuck to it. Whether it was the head, shoulder, or torso that touched the foreign object, the feedback was all the same. They were all 'himself'.

He really could not figure it out.

Why did 'himself' appear in front of him.

At this moment, Han Dong was in a strange state of thinking. He did not seem to notice the situation outside at all.

'Humans, Hybrid Demons, or different races in the Destiny Space.

Or it could be further subdivided, such as Schooners and Black Goats.

Or it could be classified according to the area they were in. Prisoners of Chaos, London residents, or Knights of the Holy City imprisoned here.

All of these were just concepts that were defined to facilitate classification and cognition between individuals.

What am I? There was no fixed answer to this question from the beginning, or the only answer was in his heart.

I am myself.

I can also be anything.

Faceless is faceless, faceless is all forms … This is the answer, this is the original me. "

Han Dong, who had figured all this out, changed his sitting posture that had not changed for several days and slowly got up.

Such a change in behavior was regarded as a 'danger signal' by the Deep Sea Prisoner.

Although he still could not understand why the information identified by the individual in front of him was exactly the same as his … but considering the danger, he still launched an attack.

Just as the coral tentacles were trying to tighten and release a kind of deep sea pressure.

Han Dong instinctively floated and turned his body, avoiding the entanglement of every tentacle like a fluid, smooth as silk.

At the same time.

A terrifying faceless face also turned and 'stared' at the enemy who was trying to attack him.

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