【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

The state of continuous fantasies did not last long.

There is no other reason——

I'm sleepy.

Yes, I'm sleepy.

……

The sea water is still the same sea water.

The package is still the same package.

Cool and warm, warm and cool.

Before I fell into deep sleep and lost consciousness,

The last thought in my mind was

——So, it’s the alternating hot and cold seawater…

……

Why sea water?

No, it must be a sudden death...

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Loss of consciousness.

A picture appeared before my eyes.

An image that is constantly mixed with my consciousness.

In the past, I was both a bystander and a participant.

This time, I'm just the one involved.

Just the person involved...

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"Pa!" A slap hit his face.

Tears instantly blurred my eyes.

"Yang Ruyuan! What have you been doing all these years?" The mother was very angry, angry and disappointed.

It's a kind of disappointment that I can't describe...

Perhaps another word would be more appropriate - despair.

I was stunned and at a loss.

I don't understand, I don't understand what I did.

I do not understand.

"Mom..." I spoke tremblingly, but I didn't know what to say.

"You are a child of the Yang family! Why... are you like this?" The same trembling voice responded to me.

"All descendants of the Yang family, regardless of gender, share the same fate: to die on the battlefield!" The mother was extremely emotional. "But why... you don't even dare to raise your fist? Ye Qing's child, my Yang Qin's child! Why! You can't even fight back!"

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Ye Qing...

This is the first time I hear this name...

Is it dad?

……

Did I do something wrong…

Should I call back?

It turns out that it wasn't the mother's cold sarcasm...

Is it what is expected of me?

……

Rush out the door.

fighting!

fighting!

fight back!

fight back!

My mind seemed to be occupied by something.

Only these words are left scrolling repeatedly.

I don't know where I got a handful of what farmers use daily.

The cleaver made of pure metal is just like the spear that my mother holds at the door.

Cold, sharp, and powerful.

……

Under that familiar big tree.

That big tree that even many people together can’t hug.

The young females still gathered there.

Young females my age.

The sarcastic voice came again.

This time, I couldn't hear it.

fighting!

fighting!

I want to fight back!

Can't let mom down!

I can't let my mother down again!

Even though the females saw the axe I was holding tightly, they didn't show any fear.

In their opinion...

The axe came down and blood stained my face red.

This time, it's not my blood.

Seeing their companions being attacked, most of the females transformed into beasts.

This is... my battlefield.

The battlefield belongs to me, Yang Ruyuan!

"All descendants of the Yang family, regardless of gender, have only one destiny: to die on the battlefield!"

……

The sound of wind, chopping, and the screams of females...

Gradually I couldn't hear anything.

Everything in front of my eyes was blood red.

Whose blood splashed into my eyes?

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Blood. Lots of blood.

There was blood everywhere.

On my body, in my hands, on the giant axe, on the ancient tree...

It's all blood.

I don't know if I am among them because I have lost consciousness in my body.

Unconscious, yet still fighting.

This is a state similar to the soul leaving the body.

But I can clearly feel the axe in my hand, the temperature of the axe, the weight of the axe, the feeling of the axe... chopping into flesh and bones.

How should I put it? It's wonderful...

……

Fight, all that's left is fighting.

The only thing within my sensory range is the giant axe in my hand.

……

Before my eyes and in my mind, I seemed to see my mother’s spear.

And the mother, covered in blood and holding a gun.

Ever since I was a baby...

Covered in blood.

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The spear was sharp, cold, and flashed with a terrifying cold light all the time.

The spear in my memory, with its cold light enhanced by blood, is actually very beautiful, really very beautiful.

It’s like a mother stained in blood is more beautiful than when she smiles.

Mothers are born for the battlefield.

Even while fighting, she exudes infinite charm.

Just like a female general fighting on the battlefield...

It is a shining light that comes from the depths of the soul, and that light is dazzling.

Bright as day.

I think my father was convinced in this way...

……

I think I was born to be on the battlefield.

The moment I hold the giant axe is the happiest moment in my life.

That is also a kind of joy that comes from the depths of the soul.

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There are fewer and fewer females around.

Some fell down, some ran away...

I saw adult females, and they only dared to rescue their own cubs and take them away.

No one dared to take action.

This is the authority of the mother's spear and blood.

……

Until the last opponent falls.

I am still immersed in the state just now.

His whole body was covered in blood.

I think it would be like going to the river and looking at my reflection.

This must be the most beautiful look I have ever had in my life.

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"All descendants of the Yang family, regardless of gender, have only one destiny: to die on the battlefield!"

Mother, I haven't died in battle yet.

But, I won.

……

Are you not disappointed this time?

I hope you won't be disappointed this time...

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My eyes are still blood red.

What’s going on? Why can’t I rub away the blood that splashed into my eyes?

What is going on here?

……

I imitated my mother's careful wiping of the spear and took off my bloodstained coat to wipe the giant axe.

The coat had long been soaked with blood, leaving it stained with various colors, like red cow fur, but with more red than primary colors.

Wipe carefully on hard-to-clean areas.

I imitated the appearance of my mother in my memory, carefully caressing it inch by inch and corner by corner.

The blood is not easy to wipe off...

Every time my mother wiped it very smoothly.

It's a bit difficult for me.

As expected, practice makes perfect...