This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 1 Rebirth
Today is the seventh day after the death of Nie Weiyang's last comrade, and also the day of Nie Weiyang's own death.

Zombies, demons, mutated animals... In the daytime as bright as night, the city was filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The ground of the entire city was raised by at least two meters. A man was holding a dagger in his hand and slowly sitting on the highest point.

He was about thirty years old, with white hair and red eyes, and his body was covered in blood. His chest was pierced and his heart had disappeared. The scenery before and after was visible, but he just wiped his face with a tired look, strangely spreading the blood more evenly on his handsome pale face.

The blood constantly released a certain energy that seeped into his body. It should have healed him, but a strange black energy had already corroded his internal organs, dispelling the blood's healing power and even seeping out of his body...

Nie Weiyang knew very well that he could not survive.

To deal with him, the number one assassin, the enemy had forced an entire army into an ambush and poisoned him—what kind of bastard could inflict eighteen extraordinary toxins simultaneously?! As a half-vampire, he was struggling to even breathe, let alone purify blood to heal himself.

He was ambushed by the Legion, fought head-on, and perished along with the Legion. This feat probably wouldn't make the list of assassins, but it would definitely make the list of fiercest generals...

...But he's an assassin!

My life has been good, bad, and mediocre, but I just chose the wrong career.

Nie Weiyang smiled helplessly. The dark marks had already crawled along his veins to his neck and began to spread to his cheeks. He licked his slightly pointed fangs and looked into the distance.

Thousands of meters away, on top of a tall building with only a skeleton left, a cat-eared woman holding a huge sniper rifle stared at the man in the sniper scope.

"White hair, black uniform... It's definitely him." She murmured, slowly adjusting the parameters with her hands. "Those idiots, they even poisoned an assassin like him... Well, if they hadn't poisoned him, I wouldn't have had the chance... Don't blame me, you asked for it. You deserve it for being a good person in this day and age, Nie Weiyang... Why don't you hide? Please, hide somewhere, not on the top of the mountain... You good people... Alas, you..."

This woman seemed to be quite chatty, so much so that even with such an important job, she couldn't stop. But suddenly, her voice stopped. The man sitting on the mountain of corpses with his head bowed in the sniper scope had raised his head at some point, and his red eyes, so gentle that they were almost completely harmless, looked in her direction.

But the woman suddenly lowered her head and curled up into a ball, with a blue shield light shining on her body.

"Crack!"

The shield crumbled at the impact, and amidst the shattered starlight, a streak of cold light precisely sliced ​​the woman's throat. At the same time, two streams of blood erupted from her hands, but the force was too shallow to sever the tendons.

The woman reflexively dodged, but several chains prevented her from moving. Her combat suit automatically activated its critical life support system, pumping adrenaline, various negative status dispelling potions, and precious special-grade life potions into her body. Her wounds healed rapidly, and her health was replenished.

She tilted her head back, stared upwards with wide eyes.

A translucent figure with white hair and black clothing stood there, his head tilted slightly upwards as a formation of fighter jets, adorned with magical auras, approached from behind him. Warning lights tore through the haze, framing the figure within the icy sky. It was the beginning of a war, a war that would resolve everything, determine everything, and end everything...

Nie Weiyang's phantom let out a long sigh, lowered his head, and gently poked the woman's forehead with the gem on the end of the dagger.

As the woman stared blankly, he whispered:

"Prevent those behind you from launching a second nuclear war. The New World can no longer withstand a war of a higher intensity."

The next moment, the phantom shattered.

The woman was stunned for three full seconds, then she picked up the sniper rifle and looked through the scope at Nie Weiyang's body. She saw the man lower his head again, and she fired without hesitation. Watching the body fall, she opened her eyes wide and prepared herself.

She was not struck by a sharp knife again.

The woman was stunned for half a minute, then suddenly roared and fired two shots into the air. But this wasn't enough to vent her anger. She pulled out a walkie-talkie and yelled at the person on the other end, "Are you going to drop a nuclear bomb?! Stop! Stop! Nie Weiyang said the New World space can no longer withstand it!"

Across the street, there was chaos and turmoil. A voice rang out: "According to the information we have..."

"Stop talking nonsense! When it comes to humanity's survival, do you trust your intelligence network or him?!"

"…………Fuck! Stop the nuclear program! Now!"

At the same time, the woman quickly rushed to where Nie Weiyang's body was, and found the dagger that had left a psychological shadow on the whole world. She took it in her hand and examined it -

"...What the hell? It's actually a white outfit?!"

……

Nie Weiyang felt that perhaps all game players had imagined how happy they would be if they could become the powerful person in the game who could kill everyone, or simply have the opportunity to become stronger and feel extraordinary power.

But when that moment truly arrived, it brought with it an endless hell. From a certain instant, the starry sky shifted, and everyone on Earth was pulled into a game called "The New World."

The main site of the new world is a planet similar to the blue star, but the civilization there has died, there are no intelligent indigenous inhabitants left, the star has a bad temper, and so does the satellite corresponding to the moon.

Twenty years have passed, and the old order has been almost completely destroyed. The new world is in chaos. The new map and the liberation of personal force have not brought about a better world. Instead, some regions have regressed to feudalism, some to slavery, and some to the Bronze Age. Some regions are superstitious, some are digging out people's hearts and livers, while others combine the advantages of these problems and recreate the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

Although in that world, there were still people of noble character and lofty ideals walking around in the darkest times, the destructive power of the evildoers was so strong that by the later period, although those who still had good intentions could not be said to be few and far between, they were definitely not the majority either.

Nie Weiyang is one of them.

Even in the most desperate moments, he never gave up his faith.

In the later period, the only area in the New World where "modern order" could be confirmed to still exist was "Zhongzhou" belonging to China.

But modern technology wasn't just developed in Zhongzhou. This place quickly became a target of public criticism, with one war after another suffocating. Even Nie Weiyang, one of Zhongzhou's defenders, was targeted, ambushed, and replaced...

At the last moment, he closed his eyes, and countless past events emerged in his mind, but in the end, only three sentences remained:
"I hope for world peace..."

"I really shouldn't have become an assassin."

“…I really want to go home and visit.”

……

In a small town on Blue Star, under the bright sunshine, a black-haired young man lying on the rooftop suddenly opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and sat up.

Several sparrows nearby were startled and flew away. Only a spotted dove stopped and stared at the terrifying upright ape with a stupid look. After a while, it suddenly realized that it had to fly.

The young man sat there in a daze, blinking a little blankly. The breeze blew his hair, and the fresh scent lingered at the tip of his nose. The warm afternoon sun cast his shadow on the ground. He slowly raised his eyes and scanned this familiar yet unfamiliar world. The world responded to him with noisy sounds.

——"Where's the test paper? Let me see... I only got an 8?!"

——"Sharpening scissors and kitchen knives~"

——"Hunter? I'm a Taidao Thief 6."

——"It's time to eat! It's time to go home and eat!"

——"Why hasn't Silk Song been released yet?..."

——"No, why on earth is the best award of the year a little robot?!"

"..."

Nie Weiyang blinked blankly and lay back down. He exhaled, the breath still tinged with the strong smell of blood. "Dream..." he muttered, even slapping himself hard. His eyes quickly cleared, and he tried to activate several control-releasing skills, but none of them worked. He simply couldn't activate them.

He once again mobilized his powerful mental power—this time it responded—and combined it with his countless experiences dealing with psychic-attacking professionals. He compared his own perceptions with the world around him, even meticulously examining the dust floating in the air around him...

"……Um?"

Nie Weiyang sat up in shock from his dying illness. The smell of food from the residential area around him and the noise from the nearby commercial street all stimulated his senses.

"It's not a dream, nor an illusion?!"

　What's wrong with people liking white hair and red eyes!
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　　It did not reduce China's combat effectiveness. As the last fertile land of mankind, this is obviously "You, the whole world, are surrounded by me!"
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　　: This is fiction, it is fiction, it is fiction. I say it three times because it is important.

　　: The protagonist had a lot of personality flaws in his previous life. He was the kind of person who was the most silent and unconfident member in your group. He had been in the group for a year and no one knew his name. So he didn't want to compete with the team's T for resources, so he didn't choose the core position.

　　: This is my own work, please do not take the content of other novels as the standard. If I fight for power across worlds, people will ask me to personally fight with the other author, and I will be beaten off with ease (
　　: If I see anyone looking for trouble, making trouble, cursing, fanning the flames, stirring up trouble, or taking pleasure in making people unhappy, I will delete their posts and send them away.

　　: This is a simple story of "good things happen to good people, and bad things happen to bad people", a story about a paladin riding a motorcycle to create cultists everywhere.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)