Free Web NovelChapter 192: Chapter 192: Don’t Be Fooled by My Looks—I’m Really Incredibly Cool!
Jiang Che’s body stopped trembling. He lifted his head and looked at Ren Fengxiang’s translucent limbs.
Suddenly, he remembered something and pulled out the Life Crystal that Hua had given him back then from his pocket.
Back then, Hua said that no matter how severe the injury, it could be restored.
Then Brother Xiang could do the same, right?
When he swallowed the Life Crystal, his wounds healed instantly. Later, they tried to figure out why the missing kidney in Jiang Che’s body never grew back.
Hua had also seriously studied it.
Her conclusion was that when Jiang Che was an ordinary person, after his wounds healed, his body’s self-preservation mechanism had made him forget the kidney ever existed.
If Jiang Che had realized the kidney was missing before the Crystal repaired him, and consciously directed the energy, he could have fully restored the kidney.
But he never did.
After that, Jiang Che felt fine and never used the remaining crystal.
But now, he felt Brother Xiang needed this crystal most.
Ren Fengxiang looked at the crystal in Jiang Che’s hand. He could sense the dense Life Energy radiating off it—just one could heal any injury below thirteen tiers.
Below fourteen tiers, even fixing severed limbs wasn’t a problem.
Now, he wasn’t the clueless rookie of the past. After following the human Survivors into all those Dungeons, watching them scrape by, he naturally knew how precious Jiang Che’s crystal was.
Ren Fengxiang shook his head and gently pushed away Jiang Che’s hand.
"I don’t need it."
"How could you not need it? As long as you picture yourself whole, your limbs will grow back!" Jiang Che was anxious, not understanding why Brother Xiang refused.
"I’ve grown together with this can now." He tapped his own belly.
The fingers made of virtual energy thudded dully as they hit his stomach through his clothes.
He’d tried before. Over the years he got many treasures, and people brought him various Dungeon items for bodily repairs.
None of them worked—without exception.
If anything did repair him, it just made things more painful.
His internal space was only so big, and any extra flesh would just keep compressing his body, until he personally smashed all the surplus flesh and limbs.
Jiang Che’s hand froze in place, his head lowering in silent disappointment.
"This can seems a bit special. I looked it up later, and it seems an SSS-level Dungeon Lord put it on me."
"It happened to be in that small Dungeon then, saw me unconscious." Ren Fengxiang spoke lightly, as if telling someone else’s story.
They’d reached a stage where they roughly understood why evil spirits hurt humans. The fear humans felt toward them was like a natural attractant.
Maybe because he was drugged, fast asleep when the Evil Spirit Lord found him, he was lying motionless on the ground.
He was different from the transplant patients—he was anesthetized before entering the operating room.
The transplant patients weren’t the same. They entered sober, even chatted with the doctors before the procedure started to settle their nerves.
When the supernatural descended and a Dungeon vortex formed over the hospital, everyone lost interest in continuing surgery. The transplant patient wasn’t anesthetized.
But for him, nobody cared if he lived or died.
Those people ran off, leaving him lying on the floor.
He had no idea what he’d thought in those drugged moments—maybe his mind was blank, empty, until he came out when the Dungeon ended.
The Evil Spirit Lord was curious about him too. Lying there, without fear, even as his limbs were hacked off, he showed no reaction.
Humans can fake death, but not emotions—pain can’t be faked.
An SSS-level Lord could see through any emotional mask.
Even as he became like this, he never woke from anesthesia.
Maybe the spirit lost interest, or wanted to see his reaction once he woke up to his new form. Either way, it didn’t kill him, just tossed him out of the Dungeon.
The surrounding room was one Jiang Che had conjured. Two porters stood nearby.
They watched Jiang Che and Ren Fengxiang lying on beds covered with old sheets, one on each.
They couldn’t describe the scene—somehow, the two seemed like close college roommates.
Lying in bed, shooting the breeze.
They’d never seen Sir so relaxed—he never chatted much with them.
He never came out of his sedan willingly, never appeared before others supposedly.
They all assumed it was because Sir cared about his current appearance.
Which seems a reasonable thing to care about.
But now, it seemed maybe it wasn’t like that.
Sir didn’t seem to care about his appearance at all. He joked with Jiang Che about all that happened over the years, and when excited, he waved his illusory arms.
"Honestly, these hands are way more useful than my real ones."
"If I’d had these back when I learned what those hospital folks were up to, I’d have snapped them all dead." He was quite satisfied with the power his current limbs held.
"It’s just a shame so many people died outside. I asked around for you, but couldn’t find any info on your family."
"Don’t judge me by this—I’m seriously cool!" He really didn’t mind his appearance, even found his phantom arms stylish.
The only reason he didn’t reveal himself was because the outsider’s stares felt too weird.
Back in the psychiatric hospital with Jiang Che, they’d never been treated as normal—so whatever shape he took, it didn’t mean much to him.
Back then, only fellow psych ward patients—there, their interactions were equal, normal.
Later, missing limbs just made things inconvenient.
Because the hospital had plenty of patients missing hands and feet; brokenness was the norm.
He just got annoyed—after leaving the hospital, the stares around him were exactly like the ones inside.
He didn’t feel anything about himself, but everyone around treated him like a freak.
He knew he’d left the hospital, but it still felt like he was inside.
Saying this, he suddenly remembered something.
"You made it out of the Dungeon okay?" Both his phantom arms grabbed Jiang Che’s shoulders and hoisted him up, turning him around like a chick to inspect for injuries.
Jiang Che didn’t resist at all, letting Brother Xiang check him over.
"I’m all right."
"Brother Xiang, I found my family in there! Found my wife and kid." Jiang Che lit up mentioning his family.
"Just that, for now, I can’t bring them here to meet you."
