Meng Chao's smile gradually solidified.

Deep in his mind, there are indeed two souls living there.

One is my eighteen-year-old self, who is in his prime, full of energy, impulsive, persistent, naive, has a little sense of justice, and believes that good things are happening - in short, he is no different from his peers.

The other one is the remnant soul that has returned from the end of the world and spent the rest of his life fighting.

Think about it carefully, what kind of mental state will you be in when Dragon City is destroyed?

In the increasingly cruel and bleak war for decades, although he honed his superb killing skills, he also lost everything, including his family, home, and future...

How could such a soul still be as passionate, bright and innocent as it was when it was eighteen years old?

When he was first reborn, because his cerebral cortex was very immature, his doomsday soul was suppressed by his eighteen-year-old self.

As the extraordinary power awakens, spiritual energy continues to impact the brain, and the remnant soul of Doom gradually awakens, releasing rich combat experience and auxiliary skills, but also brings Doom's habits, thinking patterns, and instinctive reactions.

There was one thing that Meng Chao had subconsciously ignored in the past few months.

As a "third-rate master", how on earth did he struggle all the way and survive until the end?

So many powerful masters have fallen, why didn't you die?

And lurking, infiltrating, poisoning, assassinating, setting traps, torture and extorting confessions... so many extremely cruel skills, but as natural as breathing, under what circumstances and at what cost were they learned?

From the soul of an eighteen-year-old passionate young man to the remnant soul crawling out of hell, what did he lose and what did he gain?

Humans always try to embellish their memories.

For those memories that really cannot be beautified, simply cover or even erase them.

It's like my mother can't remember anything related to x-rays in the mysterious hospital.

It seems that I have also forgotten how to go from an ordinary person who was ridiculed as a "burden" by the Night Witch to a "third-rate master" who can struggle all the way to the end.

My neck hurts so much.

It was like blood spurting out.

Can't breathe anymore.

Meng Chao swallowed hard and subconsciously reached out to cover his neck, but he didn't know why he did this.

Luo Hai didn't notice that his expression was wrong, and kept chattering: "To be honest, I can accept everything else, including you squatting in the bushes to ambush your classmates, which is barely a normal fighting mode, but you cut the throat.

Refining, even if it is fake, this is too...crazy, it is simply creepy!

"I not only regard you as a friend, but also as a one-in-a-million partner. We want to join forces to conquer the world, and we must pay attention to personal image and business value. Do you understand?

"For example, you became the image spokesperson of Ben Lei Dao, and you were all involved in the packaging, publicity, and trolls. At this time, your competitors revealed what you did to Duan Lian—

—Slit your throat! What do you want people to think?

"I just don't understand. No matter how difficult Duan Lian is to deal with, is there really no more appropriate way to do it? Does it have to be so cruel?"

yes.

Meng Chao covered his throat, his eyes were dazed and confused, and he asked himself in his heart, why did he choose to cut his throat without thinking?

Accompanied by the severe pain in his throat, a fragment of past life memory that had been ignored suddenly burst into intense blood.

Countless bloodshot threads shot out, dragging his consciousness into the abyss of his past life.

Meng Chao seemed to have been trapped in a nightmare for a long time.

In the end, he fell hard into a piece of smelly mud.

Luo Hai and the training room both disappeared.

Instead, there was a dark swamp in a strange dense forest.

Meng Chao found himself ambushed here with a group of cold-eyed, lifeless soldiers.

Everyone took off their camouflage uniforms, took off their guns and daggers, and put on lifelike leather sheaths made of monster materials, transforming into half-man, half-animal, hideous and ugly appearance.

Then, he continued to put on the armor made of animal bones and bronze on the bumpy blue leather sheath, and picked up a very rough cold weapon randomly inlaid with crystal stones.

The human soldiers opened their mouths and inserted sharp dentures in their mouths.

He also used a white paint to smear on the beast-like faces to draw skeleton-like faces.

"This is……"

Meng Chao's mouth went dry and he realized that he recalled a military operation he had participated in in his previous life.

He turned back and used a high-powered telescope to observe a village not far away from the jungle.

This is a village that does not have much high-tech and modern industrial color, but is full of fairy tales and magic.

The village is surrounded by piranha and poisonous thorn vines, forming a simple fence.

There is also a huge parasol-like Screaming Mushroom, which is an intelligent fungus with extremely keen perception. After getting used to the owner's breath, whenever a stranger approaches, it will quickly release spores and make a scream-like sound.

Through the wall, you can vaguely see the villagers busy.

The villagers here are slender humanoid creatures with pointed ears.

The skin is blood red, and it is covered with dense, gorgeous patterns like spiritual patterns.

The smoke from the cooking pots, the fireworks in the world, the busyness of the adults, the laughter of the children, and the human beings are as if they have withdrawn.

Meng Chao saw three children playing and running outside the village.

They took turns putting their four-fingered hands into the piranha buds, and pulled them out like lightning before the buds shrank hard.

This is a unique, boring and silly game for children.

"Don't speak Earth's language, and don't use Earth's weapons."

A low voice sounded from behind Meng Chao, "No one will be left alive, do you understand?"

Meng Chao turned around and saw an extraordinarily tall monster, half human and half beast, with a face painted into a deformed skull.

In other words, earthlings disguised as monsters.

He was chewing something in his mouth, and his breath was heavy and smelly.

"Instructor, there is a child." Meng Chao heard himself say.

The instructor with a foul mouth slowly approached, and the white skull forced out a ferocious smile: "99, are you crazy or blind? There are no children there, only cubs of alien creatures, and we have killed so many before.

Monster cubs, there is no difference."

Meng Chao heard himself hesitate and said: "But..."

"No buts!"

The foul-mouthed instructor pinched his shoulders hard, with such force that he almost crushed his shoulder blades, "99, in the training camp, you are the one I admire very much, whether you are talented in marksmanship or evolved from the harvesting technique.

Your delicate knife skills can be called a miracle at your age.

"But your character is too weak.

"Put away your inappropriate humanity and think about how many difficulties Dragon City is facing now, how many crises it has encountered, and how many compatriots may live or die because of our actions!

"Remember, even if you become a despicable cockroach, a cruel demon, or a cold machine, as long as the fire of civilization on earth 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, put a mace studded with monster teeth into his hand, patted his shoulder and said, "Then, it will be up to you to kill the three-headed monster with your own hands later."

A cub of an alien creature, right? Then, you can leave the training camp and gain stronger power!"

Meng Chao saw his hand holding the mace and visibly trembled.

"I..." He was speechless.

"What, it can't be done?" The foul-mouthed instructor frowned.

"I don't know, instructor, I, I might not be ready yet." Meng Chao heard himself say weakly.

"Are you not ready? That's right. Everyone else in the training camp has been training since childhood. Only you joined in the middle. You are too old and your mind is full of things that prevent you from becoming stronger. If you are not ready, you are also a human being.

Common sense."

The foul-mouthed instructor patted his shoulder gently, his tone a little regretful, even a little considerate.

But in the next second, his palm swiped across Meng Chao's throat, "Then you are useless, go die!"

Meng Chao stared, his throat hurt violently, blood flowed rapidly, and he collapsed on the ground.

One after another, human soldiers disguised as monsters and hiding their faces with skull patterns stepped over him.

He was like a ball with a hole in it. He lost all his strength in an instant and couldn't move. He couldn't see the wound on his neck. He could only hear the sound of blood "sizzling" and feel the expanding stickiness.

There was a pool of blood and I felt life passing by so fast.

The feeling of falling into death inch by inch, like being swallowed by a dark swamp, even if it was just a memory, it still eroded his nerves like acid, making him want to scream, but he couldn't make any sound.

The foul-mouthed instructor squatted down and looked at him intently.

"In the next life, no matter what I say, there will be only one answer, 'Yes, instructor, yes!'"
To be continued...