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Then it shifted its gaze back to Chunchun and moved a little closer. Chunchun subconsciously wanted to salute, but then felt it was unnecessary and restrained herself.

Too much respect will only create alienation, and I simply don't want to feel alienated from ghosts.

All creatures with thinking minds are greedy, even pure ones are no exception.

Do you want to bury him?

These words, which clearly exposed its innermost thoughts, were placed right in front of it.

He nodded slightly as if it was a matter of course. Huge bone spurs protruded from the ground next to the throne and formed a circle, scaring the cell people.

He raised his hand and put it in with pure ease. The bone spur slowly closed and sank, leaving only traces of the earth rolling over it after a while.

Green also watched this scene silently. He did not think that the soldier was a fool, nor did he think that the other party's persistence was in vain. He felt respect for the soldier's lonely persistence beside a person whose body had disappeared.

Because isn't that the case with him? If there really comes a day like that for his father... No, there won't be such a day.

He is God, the God of emptiness, how could he have fallen to such a state?

Green immediately erased the disrespectful thought, closed his mouth and said nothing.

The cell man fell into a trance again, and the memories of the past reappeared before him. Looking at those past events, he felt that all words were pale and powerless, and he even heard the mockery of fate on himself.

It was like someone was poking at his spine. He didn't even have the energy to hate the chat group. He just felt confused.

After all, in a sense, he is just a new life. In his limited memories, apart from bloody killings, there is only endless madness and misery.

The only so-called ridiculous and comforting warmth was obtained from some extremely unfamiliar companions in the so-called chat group who I had never met before, even though I had spoken ill of them before.

This has to be said to be a great irony.

The memory that follows is long, longer even than all the cell's memories so far combined.

If it weren't for the existence of the chat group system, he would have been completely immersed in such a long memory, and would have forgotten the memory of himself as a cell man in a corner, and then crushed it inconspicuously.

When he discovered this, Cell Man didn't know what expression to make. Should he breathe a sigh of relief? Should he be glad that he was still himself, and not transformed into someone he didn't even recognize? Even though both were still himself, he always felt that there was a difference.

In a place he couldn't see, a dark, shapeless object took something from him and put something down.

Before he even understood, the king of the past had died and was buried along with his name. What was alive now were the cell people.

The unknown thing turned around. It had no shape, only endless darkness, but you noticed that it was staring straight ahead, raising its hand and making a hushing gesture.

Then it disappeared completely.

The young man struggled through the war and gradually became the backbone of a part of the people on the island. The dull and thin boy who had always followed behind him also grew stronger day by day, even expanding at an exaggerated speed.

After reading this, how could he not understand that the guy he picked up was Wang Shou’s so-called most loyal guard.

War is the best whetstone. The boy gradually became calm, from being full of passion at the beginning to knowing when to advance and retreat, and being willing to give up.

The balance of war began to tilt gradually, the invaders were defeated step by step, and more and more friends gathered behind him, including the Watcher, the Guardian of Time, the Giant, the Scarecrow, the Collector, and the King's Hand.

However, at that time they were not so deformed in appearance, and they had their own names. However, when everyone said their own names, they sounded vague as if they were erased. The cell people tried hard to listen with their non-existent ears, but still got nothing.

But his attention was soon drawn to more things, and he forgot this insignificant detail.

The dawn of victory was blazing, and the years-long war had finally come to an end. Everyone cheered and celebrated their victory. At first, it was just a grand bonfire party, and later, everyone was chanting his name, the boy's name.

The cell man was no longer able to notice the fact that the boy's name was completely blurred here. He just watched, watching the calm boy, with a little hesitation, taking the heavy crown and putting it on his head under the crowd's attention.

From that moment on, the king of the island was born.

He took over the power with heavy responsibilities. This island, which was full of death and silence, finally gained the right to be reborn in the outbreak. Unprecedented prosperity appeared on the island. Everyone was thinking of his good deeds and calling him a hero.

At that moment, the cell man felt that the person surrounded was himself, no, it was actually himself. He had never had such an experience before, being surrounded by everyone, instead of being hunted down by those monsters all over the island.

He could see the genuine joy on those people's faces. This unprecedented sense of satisfaction even made him identify with this country, a deep identification.

But the doubts in my heart still linger and cannot be eliminated no matter what.

How did this island become even more dilapidated than before, and how did he go from being a hero praised by everyone to a bastard despised by everyone?

How did he make his own body become like this?

234 “O Respectable King” (Part )

Policy after policy was passed down, and the country became more and more prosperous, as if there were no problems at all.

Although Wang Shou occasionally has some minor frictions with the giants and hates the Collector at the same time, it doesn't matter. In front of the king, they will restrain these frictions to the limit and appear to be forever loyal, which is indeed the case.

Until that young man began to enter middle age, and even was about to enter old age, his strong body began to show signs of aging, his originally fluent martial arts skills gradually became unfamiliar, his strong physique began to decline, and even his vision had become a little blurred.

This fact terrified the young man, the terrified that he was about to grow old and die.

He had done everything. He overthrew the tyranny of the invaders and made everyone live and work in peace. He jumped from the lowest slave to the supreme king. Now there was only one thing left for him, and that was to stay alive.

When he was a slave, he was not afraid of death. When he was at the forefront of the charge, he was not afraid of death. But now that he has experienced all the good things, he is beginning to fear death.

He was unwilling to face this sad reality, so he began to build statues of himself all over the island, statues of himself when he was young and full of vigor, rather than his current aging body.

He had tried to seek help from all his companions, those whom he thought he could trust.

He asked the Scarecrow?

The scarecrow, while carefully tending to the delicate flowers, told him, "Whether it's flowers, trees, birds, or animals, they will all wither and die one day. As long as you've experienced your most glorious days, there will be no regrets."

So he asked the other party to stay in the botanical garden forever, accompanying those fleeting and delicate plants for the rest of their lives.

He turned and left in the other person's disbelief.

he asked the caretaker.

The caretaker looked out at the scenery and laughed as he told him, "As long as you enjoy delicious food, beautiful scenery, and unexpected rewards, then even the fear of death has nothing to fear."

So he asked him to go and guard the prison, watch those corpses, eat cold and rough food, and never escape from that cage in his life.

He did not linger on the other person's distraught eyes.

he asked the Time Keeper.

The Keeper of Time meticulously polished her greatsword and replied calmly, "Time will take away everything fairly and impartially: life, memories, and loved ones. No one can escape it. We simply face it and accept it equally."

So he locked him in a high tower, guarding the never-ending clock, pacing back and forth in the narrow world.

He left without hesitation in the other person's disappointed look.

he asked the giant.

The giant tried to persuade him earnestly. "Death is inevitable for everyone. We must do everything we can before it happens. That will be the best outcome."

So from that day on, the giant was no longer the king's right-hand man, no matter how the other party tried to persuade him.

He left without hesitation in the other person's distraught eyes.

So he came to Wang Shou, the guy who he had crawled out of the pile of dead bodies and was now at least two heads taller than him.

At this moment, the opponent did not have such an exaggerated body shape as it does now, probably because of the epidemic.

Wang Shou replied calmly, "I don't know, but I will always follow you wherever you are, even to death."

He was deeply moved by this answer, but he still didn't get the answer he wanted.

Finally, he came to the collector. He sat there sipping tea and asked the other party calmly, without any expectations.

"My dear, what do you think death is?"

"Your Highness, death is a difficult hurdle that needs to be overcome."

He bowed his head respectfully.

"I believe that day is not far away."

"Okay, very good. I believe you can do it. You won't let me down, right?"

The king finally heard the answer he wanted. He ordered people to look up and find the final answer to overcome this difficulty, at any cost.

The moment he left with a businesslike smile, the collector sat down on the ground tiredly, his eyes full of fear. He had probably heard about the fate of his former companions, and he didn't want to end up like that.

But he didn't lie. He did find a part of the answer, but he didn't know how much it would cost to get the complete answer.

From that moment on, Pandora's box was opened, and the darkness that had been buried in this country began to grow wildly. Order would be reversed, peace would be broken, and the light that was on all day long would be completely swallowed up by the surging darkness.

The cell man watched people make one stupid decision after another, suppressing the people, conducting live experiments, and forcing them to work. In order to obtain important raw materials, he ordered people to dig crystals.

And the plague spread.

The disappointed giants united with the people to start a rebellion, but they were suppressed by him and Wang Shou. The large-scale massacres and captures provided sufficient material for the Collector's live experiments.

More and more people infected with the plague were imprisoned and used as experimental subjects. They were deceived into volunteering, told that if they were willing to serve as experimental subjects, they would be reunited with their families after the experiment was over. But how could the experimental subjects possibly survive the experiment? Therefore, no patient returned.

The exiled warden, who was also the guard, neglected his duties in his post because he was disappointed with him. As long as someone donated money, he would naturally give conveniences. As a result, family members who had not seen each other for a long time met each other, and the plague spread again and could no longer be stopped.

They were forced into a desperate situation and pushed to the top of the mountain. All the guards were trapped there. The food inside could not be consumed and gradually began to run out. Until one day, meat unexpectedly appeared at a banquet. Everyone looked at the meat in horror. Until Wang Shou took the initiative to eat the piece of meat of unknown origin, no one was willing to think about the truth behind it.

Even if they knew, they would not say it, just to survive, just to survive.

The king finally stayed on the top of the mountain, was completely forced into a desperate situation, was infected with the virus, and finally gave up his body and fell into this state.

After reading it, he was speechless. He felt a deep anger. He even wanted to pick up his former self and ask himself why he had destroyed everything. But now he only felt cold all over.

No matter how wise a person is, he cannot resist the passage of time and the fear of death. The chat group cleverly used special means to make the fear he faced with death in his old age seem insignificant, so he did not discover the trap.

"Are you going to tell me in the chat group that I'm such a jerk?"

This was his memory world, so it was natural for her to speak.

It depends on you. Do you think you are a cell man or a king?

The chat group finally showed its sharp fangs and asked a fatal question.

The cell man was silent for a long time, then raised his head and answered the question.

"Of course I am myself."

The king died, and someone was reborn on his body.

235 Death and Rebirth, This Country Will Finally Have a Glimmer of Hope

Go find a collector

Although he didn't say anything, it looked like he was determined to make a bet.

In fact, the real name of the collector should be changed to alchemist, but Cell didn't take this little detail to heart at all, or had forgotten it long ago.

The one who knows the Alchemist is the King, and only the Cell knows the Collector.

[You also go fight the collector]

The ghost thought it was a strange coincidence, but the cell man hesitated.

If it were according to his previous temperament, he might have nodded without hesitation, but after serving as a wise monarch for a period of time, the years when they had fought side by side were infinitely magnified in his mind. People will change, and no one is an exception.

I have to say that the chat group's manipulation of memory was too clever, so clever that even the cells didn't notice the problem.

In fact, the cells themselves also have some minor problems. This body is not theirs. Moreover, drinking too much cells to repair their own body will cause more serious problems for them.

Drug dependence, addiction to violence, lack of empathy, if it weren't for the intervention of the chat group, he would have been completely addicted to this situation, and it would have been doubly serious after he regained his past memories.

He had done those bastard things before simply because the shadow of death overwhelmed his reason, not purely because of his flaws like he did now.

The chat group will naturally take action to fix this small flaw. In a sense, the doctor's vigilance is correct. The chat group will subtly change people's memories and even self-awareness, but the chat group cannot really change a person into another person. The chat group only extracts the good side of the other person and expands it infinitely. If someone is really a completely hopeless bastard, then he does not deserve the favor of the chat group.

So when faced with this problem, the cell people finally did not intend to fight with the other party. They always advocated killing the guy who got through, but today they also suggested negotiations for the first time.

[If he wants to negotiate, or if he takes the initiative to tell the truth, I can forgive his deception]

Well, it seems that I still haven’t gotten rid of my arrogance.

While the collector was carefully mixing his cells, his door, which was not very strong to begin with, was kicked open.

Just as he sighed and frowned as he turned around to see which experimental subject had broken out, he saw the person he least wanted to see.

However, considering that he has not yet developed what he wants to pursue, and has no combat power, he is just a researcher who is wholeheartedly pursuing research, so he rubbed his hands, put on a fake smile, and asked the other party's purpose.

"Why don't you keep going forward instead of looking back? There's nothing here worth looking back at."

The other party has lost his memory and only has instincts left in his mind. He won't have too many complicated thoughts, let alone see anything.

But the result was beyond his expectations.

[I want to know the truth. Put away your hypocritical face... Alchemist]