Back to the Future 1999: Raining at the Same Time

Everything behind him has nothing to do with Chen Xi anymore.

Is it really a happy thing to change from a mystic to an ordinary person?

"Everyone and everyone is like this! Immersed in their own pain, even though there's clearly no irreconcilable conflict between ordinary people and mystics!"

"why why……"

Although Chen Xi hadn't witnessed many tragedies since coming to this world, every one of them he saw was painful enough to penetrate deep into his bones.

Chen Xi, who could not figure out where the conflict between mystics and humans came from, was furious and punched a small tree next to him.

"Crack--"

The bowl-thick trunk wailed in pain, as if proclaiming its innocence, and slowly fell down. But at this moment, who would care about the life or death of a tree?

some.

Emerald green branches sprouted from the broken section, growing larger and larger. They clung to each other, grasping the fallen trunk and slowly rising again.

The cross section was solid, and emerald green mystical fluctuations burst out, spreading throughout the entire tree, causing it to bloom flowers that should not have bloomed in this season.

The sudden change made Chen Xi open his eyes wide in surprise. At this moment, a flower that was blooming gorgeously gently jumped off the branch, slowly drifting down under the guidance of the wind, and landed in Chen Xi's palm.

Looking at the flower in his hand in confusion, Chen Xi's first reaction was that there was someone around!

A powerful vibration spread out, and the surrounding trees rustled in fear. However, no human-related shapes were transmitted back, and doubt once again replaced the serious expression on Chen Xi's face.

More petals fluttered down, dancing around Chen Xi. In this strange yet beautiful atmosphere, Chen Xi pulled out his card. He quickly flipped to his profile, and sure enough, the multiple mystical options had disappeared, merging into one:

[Mysticism] Symbiosis

There is no extra introduction. Although Chen Xi really wants to complain: Don’t treat English as an introduction to the mystic arts!

But after feeling it carefully, he was still very clear about the changes that had taken place in his body - he had taken away the witch doctor's mysterious skills.

"In the end, I still learned your mysterious arts."

Chen Xi looked at the flower in his hand with a helpless expression, and gently placed it in the tree hole in front of him. Chen Xi gently touched the place where the broken surface was. Even though there was no trace of it, Chen Xi still accurately scanned every tiny crack.

"pain--"

It sounds like crying, and also like dissatisfaction.

Although it was still quite immature, Chen Xi knew that it was the sound of the tree.

Hugging her with an apologetic look, Chen Xi whispered to the tree hole:

"Sorry, my friend. I shouldn't have taken my emotions out on you."

There was no response from anyone, but all the branches of the tree were shaking violently, continuously shaking off bursts of flower rain.

Letting go of the tree trunk, Chen Xi condensed a golden ball of light in his right hand and also stuffed it into the tree hole, next to the beautiful flower.

"Grow up well, after all, you are the hope that has been reborn from the dead."

Everything around him fell silent at this moment. All the trees gazed at Chen Xi silently. In this note, Chen Xi embarked on a journey again, once again walking towards the hands of reshaping.

Behind him, the small tree, once the size of a bowl, began to grow rapidly, becoming thicker and stronger. Perhaps before long, she would become the master of this forest.

But what does all this have to do with Chen Xi?

Maybe it doesn't matter...

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Chen Xi finally saw the town again.

It was evening, and smoke was rising from the town, just like that from the countryside.

But should I say that it is worthy of being a town? Every wisp of smoke that Chen Xi saw was thicker, darker and larger than what he had seen in the countryside before.

wrong!

That's gun smoke!

war!

Chen Xi finally realized that something was wrong and started running.

The protagonist of the story finally stepped onto the stage as the play was about to end and arrived at the destination of this mission, the capital of the Ruined Kingdom: Novalis!

With every step he took, the smell of death in his nostrils became stronger.

The dilapidated city gate had long lost its function and was completely unable to stop the protagonist's steps.

Entering the city gates, the scene was different from the ruins and rubble I had imagined. Everything in the town was unexpectedly peaceful, with no crying people or soldiers shouting slogans.

There was only a quietly burning fire and traces of blood being wiped away bit by bit by the high temperature.

The smell of burnt feathers and the breath of death in the air constantly challenged Chen Xi's still fragile nerves.

The acid began to dance in his throat. Chen Xi knelt on the ground, using his hands to try his best to resist his shaking cheeks.

Weak targets are always easy targets for others to attack.

"go to hell!"

But it would be foolish to reveal your attack intentions before you succeed.

Even Chen Xi, who was in a weakened state at the moment, quickly grasped the direction of the person coming. He stood up reflexively and swung his sword with his backhand.

After the scream, there was a familiar sound of a dagger falling to the ground.

Chen Xi forced himself to walk towards the attacker, picking up the fallen dagger. Several days of sleeping in the open, coupled with the frantic rush all the way here, had already drained Chen Xi's body. But in this situation, he still had to feign composure.

“Don’t… don’t kill me! I… I’m not a mystic! Ah——!”

"I know where they are. I can take you there. Don't... don't kill me."

Completely different from the momentum he displayed when he attacked Chen Xi earlier, the attacker now knelt on the ground, slamming his head hard into the ground. His posture was so humble that he seemed to have fallen into the dust...

"Stand up and tell me what happened here."

Even though Chen Xi had tried his best to keep his tone calm, the person at his feet couldn't stop trembling, and his voice trembled as he recounted the entire process of the country's destruction:

At some point, the priest issued an oracle, accusing the mystic arts possessed by the occultists of being the greatest blasphemy against the gods.

From that moment on, the country's long history of persecuting occultists began.

They were caught, publicly hanged, and hung from the walls.

Every mystic hiding in a dark corner is trembling and living a miserable life.

Until the coming of the "Savior"...

He used his miraculous mystical skills to quickly gather a large number of mystic followers.

So one night, they decided to revolt and overthrow this country ruled by humans.

People who experienced that night said that it was hell.

Explosions rang out in the city, and people's wailing and shouting replaced the peaceful night.

The brilliance of artillery fire and mystic magic turned night into day until dawn...

That night, the "savior" was drowned in human artillery fire and unfortunately did not see the rebels break through the government's gate with their own eyes.

However, humanity's counterattack came even faster, and their advantages in numbers and technology could not be overcome by mystical magic alone.

Soon, the new human leader ordered the massacre of all occultists.

The only way for the occultists to survive is intelligence.

Five people, at least five occultists must be reported, so that one occultist can survive...

Chen Xi listened to everything quietly, standing still. Perhaps right at his feet, several innocent lives had been lost due to prejudice and discrimination.

But I can never get used to the loss of life no matter how many times it happens.

"Hey, do you know the Hand of Reshaping?"

The man at his feet raised his head tremblingly, as if trying to read Chen Xi's expression. But the flying knife in Chen Xi's hand frightened him so much that he smashed his head into the ground again.

"I'll take you there right now! Don't kill me, I know a lot more!"

"Lead the way, and don't play tricks."

Chen Xi dropped his hands as if tired and followed him numbly.

After turning countless corners, the man finally stopped in front of a building. Just when Chen Xi thought they had finally arrived, the man chanted a spell. A staircase slowly appeared, leading to a dark underground world.

"This is it."

"you go first."

Chen Xi placed Dao Wu on the man's back with an expressionless face and followed him down the stairs step by step.

……

"Captain Chenxi, you are here."

Chen Xi suppressed the urge to swear and ignored him.

Looking at the group of Reshaping disciples standing in an orderly manner in the basement, and the mystic behind them.

"Are these all the occultists you've found?"

"Yes."

"Then what is he!"

Chen Xi pointed angrily at the person who had brought him here. There was no doubt that he was also a mystic.

Unexpectedly, his lie was exposed immediately, and the Reshaping Disciple in charge of the conversation hesitated for a moment:

"We at Reshaping Hands are not a charity organization. This country has a large population, and we can't take everyone away."

"Who are these people you've taken away then? Powerful occultists?"

"The situation of mystics in this country is already very bad."

"Is this what you call your compatriots? Is this what you call your ideal?"

The Reshape Disciple lowered his head, silently enduring Chen Xi's wrath without saying a word.

But isn't silence also a form of contempt?

"Send the floppy disk."

Chen Xi reached out his hand to the person in front of him, but received no response.

"Send the floppy disk!"

Faced with the leader in public, the Reshape Disciple finally gave up his stubbornness and took out the floppy disk from his arms and handed it over.

"You guys go ahead. There are enough floppy disks left for you to go back."

But the disciple still stood there motionless, as if in silent protest.

"If you have nothing to do, take your compatriots and get out of here!"

Everyone was wearing masks at this time, but even so, Chen Xi could still feel the distorted expressions under the masks.

"Then we'll leave first."

Suppressing the anger in his tone, the Reshaping Disciple said goodbye to Chen Xi in a quite calm tone.

After the teleportation lights dissipated, only two people were left in the empty basement.

The person who had sparked this quarrel clearly had no sense of responsibility and quietly moved forward, trying to escape.

"stop!"

Chen Xi's angry roar echoed throughout the basement, casting a "mysterious spell" on the escaping people to immobilize them.

"You, want to become a human?"

These words, which sounded like the devil's whisper, gradually changed the man's expression from fear to shock, and finally to ecstasy that he dared not show.

Chen Xi was all too familiar with this change in expression, but he still couldn't understand why...

He walked towards the man step by step, and every step left a deeper impression on Chen Xi's mind of his body, which was trembling with excitement at the moment.

"If you want to be human so badly."

The light of the knife flashed.

"Then now, please die peacefully."

The man looked at the dagger stuck in his chest in horror. The dagger that had stabbed Chen Xi was now stuck in his heart. The smell of blood gradually rose up his throat and into his shocked pupils.

Chen Xi didn't want the blood of such a person to dirty Dao Wu's body.

Finally, the trembling body slowly fell to the ground with a convulsion and died.

Chen Xi looked at the fallen body and felt dizzy.

Another, another! Why? Is despising one's own bloodline and fawning over others truly the only way out for mystics?!

Jin Mier in the Green Lake Nightmare, like the gradually freezing corpse on the ground, tried every possible way to make herself look like a human being.

But the Tooth Fairy told her the truth: there was no need for mystics to feel humbled by their identities! Isn't this the right thing to do?!

Shaking his head to get rid of these random thoughts, Chen Xi drew out his sword and prepared to start his resurrection.

He didn't know why he did this. It was obvious that there was no point in doing so, and it was obvious that doing so might put him in danger.

But, they are compatriots after all.

Even though he had such a stupid dream, Chen Xi had the ability and wanted to help him realize it.

He looks forward to the day when humans and mystics around the world can live in peace.

With this feeling, Chen Xi slowly cut open his palm, and drops of blood dripped down onto the lifeless body.

"A Troupe of little vagrants of the world."

However, the golden light that was supposed to appear did not arrive as promised.

Chen Xi looked at his hands still dripping with blood in surprise, and chanted the spell again in disbelief.

"A Troupe of little vagrants of the world!"

No, still no.

No matter how many times Chen Xi howled, the corpse beside him remained motionless.

Chen Xi madly used his injured palm to smear blood on every inch of exposed skin, and even pulled out a dagger and stabbed his palm into his heart.

But still nothing happened.

"There must not be enough blood! Yes, it must be!"

Wu Chenxi raised the knife and wanted to cut his wrist.

"Enough! Chenxi!"

Dao Wu's resistance and scolding were heard together, and the blade stopped one centimeter away from the artery.

"He is dead……"

Chen Xi fell to the ground in horror, looking at his blood-stained hands. The feeling of suffocation kept strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“I…I killed someone…?”

Long ago, Chen Xi had prepared himself mentally for killing people. However, he never imagined that he would kill his compatriots in such a way and under such circumstances.

"Hahaha."

Chen Xi looked at the corpse in front of him in a daze, staring at his open eyes.

"He deserves to die! He deserves to die!"

"Hahahaha!"

Emotion is a necessary condition for the success of this mysterious technique. Chen Xi had no emotion towards the corpse in front of him, or rather, only disgust.

Who would pay such a huge price to resurrect someone they hate from the bottom of their heart?

The crazy laughter continued to echo in the basement, and no one knew how long it lasted.

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A huge chapter of 4,000 words! That's like a double update today, right?