Armor: I'm in Nava, but I'm Oxer?

After hearing Zhang Zhao's answers to all the questions.

In an instant, the air in the entire martial arts hall seemed to freeze.

Zhang Zhao's words, though not loud, struck Nangong Xinyi, Lin Zhikai, and Xu Zhancan like invisible hammers, leaving their minds reeling.

Even the usually inconspicuous Chala, who had been standing quietly to the side, was now wide-eyed in shock, her mouth slightly agape, clearly stunned by this mind-blowing information.

Only Su Xiaoxiao was able to remain calm, because Zhang Zhao and she had a similar question-and-answer session last time.

"Uh……"

Despite the fact that, in the world of Captor, technologies such as time travel, clones, armor manufacturing, and super artificial intelligence, which seem unbelievable to ordinary people, have been proven and realized so far.

But when they heard with their own ears that Zhang Zhao came from a completely different "world", everyone present except Su Xiaoxiao was unable to maintain even the slightest bit of calm.

It could be the distant past, the unknown future, or even another strange planet beyond the Milky Way, but it is—another world.

"What kind of world is this other world? Why... why do so many different worlds exist?"

Surprisingly, the first person to recover from the shock was Nangong Xinyi.

Moreover, he no longer seemed to have sworn at Zhang Zhao after hearing his identity.

It seemed he didn't hate Zhang Zhao that much.

Sometimes, it is precisely people like him, who are easygoing and have unconventional thinking, who are able to accept these unexpected things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand more quickly.

"How would I know? I'm not the creator god."

Zhang Zhao shrugged easily, spread his hands, and showed a helpless expression.

I'm also looking for the answer to this question.

"I see," Nangong Xinyi said, far from being disappointed. Instead, he leaned closer with a serious expression, his eyes sparkling with childlike curiosity and thirst for knowledge. "Then, when you find out later, can you tell me?"

"Uh, no problem."

Zhang Zhao looked at his sincere eyes and was a little surprised, but still nodded subconsciously.

The Nangong Xinyi before me was completely different from the stubborn, arrogant, and mentally broken person I had met last time. He was like a completely different person.

“Oh, right,” Nangong Xinyi seemed to suddenly remember something crucial. He straightened his expression, took a step back, and bowed deeply and formally to Zhang Zhao, his tone extremely sincere, “I was so shocked just now that I didn’t quite process what I was going to say. I forgot… Thank you.”

"I treated you like that last time, and you're actually thanking me?"

Zhang Zhao was truly stunned.

He clearly remembered that Nangong Xinyi's immediate reaction after learning his identity was "You son of a bitch!"—wasn't that the most genuine expression of his feelings? This change in attitude was too fast.

"of course."

Nangong Xin stood up and nodded heavily, his eyes revealing an undeniable firmness and openness.

He straightened his back abruptly, took a deep breath, clenched his right fist, and placed it horizontally across his left chest, near his heart, striking a pose that he believed best represented heroism.

He stood tall and straight, his eyes fixed intently on Zhang Zhao, and said loudly in a tone that was as if he were making a vow: "We must unhesitatingly acknowledge what is right and have the courage to admit and correct what is wrong. This is the basic attitude that a true hero should have!"

Middle school boy!

Be willing to admit your mistakes!

After delivering this passionate declaration, the fervor on his face quickly faded, like the tide receding.

Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity and seriousness.

He lowered his arm, his smile faded, and his gaze became deep and distant, as if recalling a deeply unforgettable past event: "A few days ago, I was indeed in a very bad state."

If I were to drive the Mighty Horse with that kind of obsessive and arrogant attitude, and recklessly take Chala, whom I had only recently met and who was unarmed and whose origins I did not know, and wield the King of Catchers' Armor to go on a mission, there would likely be terrible consequences that I could not bear and could not reverse.

What I did was absolutely wrong.

If it's Zhikai, it will happen during our duel.

Given his understanding and tolerance of me, perhaps I can fool him.

But looking back now, in a calmer light, my actions were incredibly irresponsible towards Xiaoxiao and Zhikai's lives, and even more so, a betrayal and irresponsibility towards the entire history of humankind.

"That's completely wrong!"

"In the days after you left, I seriously thought about why I did what I did."

"Even though two or three years have passed, I still clearly remember that Zhikai and I once fought side by side to save the world..."

At this point, Nangong Xinyi's tense expression suddenly relaxed, a blush of embarrassment appearing on his face. He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head shyly, chuckling, "Well... I guess this can be considered a small achievement..."

"However, after it's over, we can't openly claim to be heroes who saved the world, we can't reveal our identity as armored warriors, we can only occasionally mention it in private as a joke, or to a very few people we trust."

During these days, the number of zombie puppets has decreased significantly, and the world has become much more peaceful. Only a few minor characters appear sporadically, whom I can defeat with little effort. It's nothing like the tension I felt when the Infernal Demon and the Zombie King were active. And so... we've settled into some uneventful and boring days.

A complex look of reminiscence crossed Nangong Xinyi's eyes.

He reminisced about that period when, despite bearing immense pressure, he often had to face multiple opponents, including Zhikai's occasional riddles and Leo's constant back-and-forth maneuvers. Although he could use multiple sets of armor, he never received an armor upgrade.

Difficult days.

But he enjoyed it.

He truly missed those days! Because that was the life of a hero he had dreamed of since childhood!

fighting!

Cool!

He enjoyed that feeling because he wanted to become the greatest hero in the world!

Naturally, one must endure this most severe hardship in the world!

"I considered myself a hero who saved the world, and I did indeed do it, but in the mundane days that followed, I could only do some trivial and ordinary things, which made me feel a great sense of disappointment."

I really wanted to make a name for myself again, and just then, Xu Zhancan appeared before me, clad in the King of Captures Armor, leading the God of Hell and his conspiracy. How could I not feel that this was the perfect opportunity, tailor-made for me by heaven, to return to the stage of heroism?

A burning light returned to Nangong Xinyi's eyes.

"So when Xu Zhancan decided to send Zhikai on the mission and leave me behind, I was completely overwhelmed with emotion..."

A rare bitter smile appeared on Nangong Xinyi's face, full of self-mockery. "Stealing the summoning device, stubbornly insisting on a battle of wills with Zhikai... what was I doing back then? Maybe, deep down, I genuinely felt that Zhikai was inferior to me..."

"But without Zhikai, how could I be where I am today?"

Lin Zhikai, whose name was suddenly called, looked a little awkward. He turned his head away embarrassedly and awkwardly raised his hand to rub his nose, but the corners of his tightly pursed lips turned up slightly, and he felt a sense of warmth and relief in his heart.

As someone he personally mentored, Nangong Xinyi transformed from a naive boy whose identity was exposed on day one into a resolute warrior, even more resolute than himself, in a remarkably short time…

He was willing to believe him.

“Zhikai and the others, as my friends, would tolerate me and indulge my willfulness, but you didn’t.”

Nangong Xin turned back, his gaze fixed intently and earnestly on Zhang Zhao. "You even directly revealed the cruel truth they were unwilling to tell me in order to protect me—that I will become a cripple in the upcoming battle against the zombie puppets..."

"To be honest, I don't quite understand how I would become crippled in such a battle, and I didn't even consider whether this was a smokescreen deliberately released by Yama to shake my mind."

But I simply believed the ending; I was so terrified I couldn't control myself.

A cripple can never be a hero... So, my mentality completely collapsed..."

Nangong Xinyi's tone grew increasingly bitter, but his straight spine and increasingly determined gaze created a strong contrast.

"I don't know how much impact and disaster I would cause to Xiaoxiao and Zhikai if I were to be affected by such emotions while on a mission."

Perhaps I was once a great hero, but back then, I was absolutely a complete and utter loser! Just a loser blinded by vanity, only interested in playing the hero..."

"Perhaps I will eventually emerge from that state of utter despair and transform again, but by then, it will probably be a critical moment of life and death!"

Zhikai and Xiaoxiao might already be…

Saving everyone a second before a time bomb explodes is certainly a thrilling heroic tale, but if this so-called savior could have used a more relaxed and reliable method, then his actions are simply playing with everyone's lives and future!

He doesn't deserve to be called a hero!

Nangong Xinyi felt that perhaps this was his shortcoming in the past. When he always talked about wanting to be a hero, perhaps he would never be a first-rate hero.

"Why should a hero have to experience setbacks and have their mentality collapse? Why can't I start from the beginning with an indomitable and indomitable fighting spirit to crush everything?"

The moment he finished speaking, it seemed as if a blazing fire was burning in Nangong Xinyi's eyes!

His muscles tensed with excitement, all traces of his former dejection and despondency vanished, replaced by a fearless and unwavering belief. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, making a soft crack, as if he were holding all his awareness, determination, and strength firmly in his palms!

I remembered what Zhang Zhao did to Lin Zhikai in his last moments, using Lin Zhikai's body.

I beat him up.

This allows him to think about problems clearly.

Then let him think about what his idol would do.

He has two idols.

There was a boy named Bruce Lee.

One of them was named Duanmu Yan.

"If someone told Duanmu Yan that Oukese would break his legs in the future and make him a useless person who would be ridiculed, what would he do?"

While carefully considering this question, Nangong Xinyi suddenly became dumbfounded.

Because the answer is obvious.

Will he be like me?

Nangong Xin quickly shook his head; he couldn't bear to imagine such a terrifying scene. Then, he suddenly had an epiphany.

He began to reflect, to think.

He's starting to attack his right brain with his left brain; I'm starting to wonder what's wrong with him these past few days...

And so he simply walked out.

He naturally understood just how right "Lin Zhikai" had been.

He seemed to have completed the task with ease!

At this moment, Nangong Xin realized he was wrong, and he also realized he needed to thank "Lin Zhikai!"

But just as he was thinking this, Xu Zhancan suddenly released him from the solitary confinement room, because Lin Zhikai had suddenly changed!

Only then did he realize that the person he needed to thank was not Lin Zhikai, but someone who came from who-knows-where!

"Chara, can you tell me about yourself?"

Not only did he get out of it himself.

Nangong Xinyi also brought back the mindset of Chala, who had been bullied as a child.

Since both Cha-ra and Nam-gong Shin-ichi made mistakes, but none of them were irreparable, and both of them were genuinely repentant, they were both forgiven.

But Nangong Xinyi always kept the matter of apologizing to Zhang Zhao in his heart.

…………

"No need to thank me so much, I didn't have such complicated thoughts."

Zhang Zhao listened patiently to Nangong Xinyi's long speech and his opinion of him improved. In the aftermath of a hero's story, it is inevitable that the hero will not be perfect. He then overcame this shortcoming.

Just like Duanmu in the movie Yatalis, Nangong Xinyi here is also like that.

Even after his own act completely stole the show, he still managed to surpass himself, which is truly remarkable.

"Perhaps it was simply that his intelligence dropped at that time?"

Zhang Zhao couldn't care less about anything else.

"A gentleman judges by actions, not intentions. Even if you did these things with bad intentions, I will still thank you for correcting the idea that Yama was going to change human history! You are still worthy of my gratitude!"

But what if you, like Yama, have thoughts of destroying the world!

I will kill you without hesitation!

"Even without the King of Capture Armor, I can still defeat you!"

Just like when he first discovered the hero's declaration, Nangong Xinyi's eyes were once again resolute, as if a flame was burning within them.

This presents a completely different impression from that of the giant baby Nangong Xinyi who insisted on capturing the King Armor back then.

"Alright, I believe you, that's enough! Destroying the world means nothing to me; where would I live if the world were destroyed?"

Zhang Zhao smiled wryly. In this state, he might actually be able to deliver a powerful blow through sheer willpower.

"Damn it, even so, Shenwei Qi, are you still not coming back?!"

After learning that Zhang Zhao had no ill intentions, Nangong Xinyi suddenly couldn't hold back and blurted out this sentence.

"Ha ha……"

Zhang Zhao suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

This person is very interesting.

This time.

A golden phantom of a Qilin appeared behind Zhang Zhao once again.

This time, however, Nangong Xinyi received a signal of recognition from it, but it did not actually leave Zhang Zhao and return to Nangong Xinyi's side.