Free Web NovelChapter 864: Chapter 828: Amnesiac Male Lead of a Youth Pain Novel
The voices of the two were somewhat loud, attracting the attention of the captain on stage.
Hearing the voices, the captain looked up eagerly towards the audience, and indeed saw two people standing there.
However, both of their expressions were unpleasant, as if they were in some sort of argument.
There are still people here!
Ignoring their expressions, he excitedly waved towards them, attempting to catch their attention.
But upon hearing the commotion, the two merely glanced up, then acted as if they didn’t see him and withdrew their gaze.
It was then the captain realized that the two in the audience were remarkably familiar; weren’t they the founders of the Upper Class People often seen on television and in books?
Recognizing who they were, the captain’s emotions surged with excitement; he hadn’t expected to encounter two of the founders of the Upper Class People, the highest beings in this world.
They were gods in the eyes of the Upper Class People, revered by everyone.
The confusion in his heart was immediately dispelled, and he hurriedly ran towards where the two stood, feeling that as long as he could reach the side of the "gods," all unknowns and fears before him would be insignificant, the "gods" would protect him. ƒrēewebnovel.com
The argument over there continued.
"Your stance has completely changed, it seems you don’t need anyone to pull you out of the mire anymore, you are the mire itself now." Slaughter spoke nonchalantly.
"Are you starting to mock me for not being virtuous enough to uphold my heart in such a world now? I figured it out a long time ago, rather than placing hope on others, I’d rather let go of my pride and enjoy everything here. Since the original plan can no longer be achieved, I might as well give it up and enjoy everything I painstakingly obtained."
"You’re right, I’m leaving." Slaughter clearly didn’t want to continue the conversation with him, casually agreeing and then turning to leave.
This time, Torture was utterly enraged: "Do you think I am wrong? How is it wrong just to want to live less agonizingly? Why must I endure the hellish waiting, hoping for someone who might never come to save me;
"We wield supreme power in this world, yet we eagerly await someone to overthrow us, it’s truly laughable, and even more laughable is that these expectations are futile, the person we’re waiting for will not come;
"Do you think Xu Xingcheng is really any good? If identities were swapped, if he were the one with supreme power here today, how much better would he be than me?
"Look at him, just a small captain of the Order Guard and he’s completely indulged in the identity of the Upper Class People, he still looks at us as if he’s looking at an emperor."
Torture spoke while pointing a finger to the side, straight towards a member of the Upper Class People jogging from the stage towards them.
The captain had just come down from the stage and was eagerly running towards the two god-like founders, yet before he got close, he overheard their argument, during which founder Torture even pointed a finger at him.
The captain also heard the founder mention his name; he was called Xu Xingcheng.
What does it mean?
Xu Xingcheng couldn’t quite grasp what the founder meant by his words, he merely felt a headache after hearing them, and his stomach churned with nausea.
"Look at him, that clueless idiot, looking just as idiotic as when he first arrived, didn’t he consider giving more wisdom and memory to his clone?" Torture mocked at Xu Xingcheng.
What clone? Why does this founder seem to recognize him?
Xu Xingcheng felt his head throbbing more painfully, as though numerous unfamiliar memories flooded his mind all at once, nearly bursting his skull.
For some reason, a sense of guilt surged within him, and he found himself reluctant to face these two founders, only wanting to escape from here.
And so he did.
Xu Xingcheng no longer approached the two "gods" with anticipation, instead turning and fleeing in panic.
As he ran, unfamiliar images continued to fill his mind, and he could only clutch his head tightly with his hands, as if that could stop those images from breaking out.
The remaining two watched his figure fleeing in haste.
In the end, Torture couldn’t resist adding another taunt: "Our hero is always so confident; he created many clones in this world, both Upper Class and lower-class. I think he created a memory-less Upper Class clone to see if he would be assimilated by this world, to see if, absent external intervention, he would become a cruel, disgusting Upper Class like me."
"The result is evident." He looked in the direction Xu Xingcheng disappeared, smiling, "He seems to quite enjoy it, didn’t you see the expression on his face when he was charging onto the stage just now, so full of anticipation, eagerly wanting to be the first to shoot the unruly lower-class dead."
Slaughter stayed silent for a long time before speaking: "At least he’s always been here, always trying to restore this world to its rightful path. Gu Mian carries hope, there will be obstacles with him at the archive, I think as long as he’s around, there will come a day when the archiving issue is solved, and by then Xu Xingcheng can return to continue our preordained story."
"I still remember our agreed story where the hero, with kind-hearted lower-class, defeats the evil Upper Class. Unfortunately, just now on stage, a hero hacked down many Upper Class people, yet did the kind-hearted lower-class help that hero?"
No.
The lower-class, anxious and relentless, rushed forward, trying to take down the unruly peer to curry favor with the Upper Class.
If a hero truly appeared.
He’d first be killed by the "kind lower-class."
To have come to this point, this world is no longer suitable for the appearance of a hero.
Another cold wind blew, Slaughter opened his mouth as if to say something, but after thinking hard for a while, he couldn’t think of a retort, just swallowed a mouthful of cold wind, and shut his mouth again. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
"Recognized reality?" Torture looked back at him, "Even if you persist, what you hope for in your heart will never come true."
Slaughter couldn’t utter a word in rebuttal.
He knew Torture was right, this world had irrevocably headed down the wrong path, it had rotted to the core, even if the archives stopped, even with the hero’s arrival, nothing would change.
He exhaled a long sigh into the wind, said nothing, and turned to leave, leaving only Torture alone.
At this moment, the sun had begun to set in the west, the afterglow of the sunset making the champion’s throne shimmer, and Torture stood there for a while, looking at the gleaming seat, before lifting his foot to leave.
This field became completely silent.
