I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Seeing that Bengshan had really come back to life and could even tease him in that familiar, slightly irritating tone, the huge boulder that had been weighing on Song Zaixian's heart, almost suffocating him, finally fell to the ground!

He was both surprised and frightened. He hurriedly wiped the tears and blood from his face with his sleeve, carefully helped Bengshan sit up, and let him lean against the relatively intact tree trunk behind him.

"You guy!"

Song Zaixian's voice still carried a hint of choked emotion from surviving a disaster, but it was more a mixture of relief at having something lost and a desire to conceal his inner turmoil and "anger."

"Seriously! You think you can just end it all like this? You think it's so noble and sacred to save me by sacrificing your life? You want me to live with guilt for the rest of my life? Let me tell you, no way! I'm not letting you die! Your pathetic plan to make me regret it for the rest of my life has completely failed!"

As Bengshan listened to his twisted and unreasonable words, the corners of his pale mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards, forming a weak but genuine smile.

He didn't expect that before he could even "teach" this impetuous guy a lesson, he would be the one scolded first.

He joked in a weak voice, "Ha, you figured it out. My scheme is really difficult."

The relaxed atmosphere of surviving the ordeal briefly dispelled the surrounding gloom.

But Song Zaixian quickly realized the key issue. He suppressed his smile and asked seriously, "That's not right. Just now, when I was calling your name desperately, it seemed like your consciousness had completely disappeared. How did you finally wake up?"

Bengshan blinked, a barely perceptible hint of tenderness flashing in his normal eye. He offered a seemingly reasonable excuse: "I was thinking about all the cats and dogs I keep at home. What if they starve to death if I don't go back?"

He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were truly only concerned about those little lives.

But Song Zaixian was incredibly clever, and he instantly understood that the "cats and dogs" that needed care in Bengshankou might be a veiled reference to himself, the partner he always worried about.

In the final, desperate moment when his consciousness was about to completely dissipate, what Bengshan couldn't bear to part with the most was probably how he would survive alone in this perilous Undying Mountain after losing him.

It was this heavy concern and worry that transformed into a powerful will to survive, which withstood the erosion of the strange energy at the last moment and pulled him back from the brink of death.

The two tacitly agreed not to point it out, but simply looked at each other, their eyes filled with a complex emotion born from having experienced life and death together.

After chatting for a while, Bengshan, having caught his breath, finally noticed the abnormality in his body.

He raised his hands. His left hand looked no different than before, but the skin on his right hand had an unnatural bluish-gray tint, and his fingertips seemed sharper, with faint dark purple energy patterns visible beneath his skin.

Although it can be controlled freely, a strange, cold sense of power lingers within it.

What disturbed him even more was that he felt there was another "consciousness" or instinct within his body, filled with negative desires of killing, devouring, and cruelty, which was completely opposite to his kind and gentle nature.

Bengshan frowned, looked at Song Zaixian, and asked in a tone of confusion and a hint of worry: "What's wrong with me? How did you manage to bring me back to life? I feel very unwell."

Song Zaixian's heart tightened suddenly. The problem he feared most had finally arrived.

He dared not tell Bengshan the truth: that Song Zaixian, as the chosen one, was essentially "weird" and that he had used the power of the Weird Origin to corrupt him in order to save him.

He feared that Bengshan wouldn't be able to accept this fact, that Bengshan would think their initial meeting and friendship were a deception, and that he would see disgust or fear in his eyes. Because most people, including Marek, hated the supernatural.

They mysteriously killed their family members and colleagues.

Therefore, their hatred for the bizarre is absolutely profound.

If one learns that their best friend is a monster, their belief in collapsing mountains will crumble.

Therefore, Song Zaixian chose an explanation that could be understood as the mountain collapsing, and that was partially consistent with the facts.

He tried to make his tone calm and natural: "Do you remember the director we met at the weird plastic surgery hospital? He was half-human and half-ghost, using this method to prolong his life. The price was high, but at least he survived. I took a look at it at the time and studied a little bit of it."

As he spoke, he took out a strange energy stone that he had prepared beforehand from his small bag and showed it to Bengshan, as if it were the source of his power.

“I used a similar method to guide this strange energy and repair your damaged heart and body tissues.”

Song Zaixian carefully chose his words.

"However, this method is very dangerous. This energy itself is highly corrosive. If your self-awareness is not strong enough to suppress it, you are very likely to be completely eroded, lose yourself, and become a real monster."

There were other words churning in Song Jae-hyun's throat, but he just couldn't bring himself to say them.

For example: "Will you blame me? Blame me for taking matters into my own hands and turning you into this inhuman mess?" "Are you still willing to accept yourself like this?" "Can we ever be the same as before?"

His hesitation and the deep-seated guilt and unease in his eyes were keenly noticed by Bengshan, who was rough but meticulous.

To Song Zai Xian's surprise, Beng Shan did not show any fear, anger, or rejection.

He simply looked down at his mutated right hand, moved his fingers, and felt the unfamiliar yet powerful force contained within it.

Then he looked up and gave Song Zaixian a slightly roguish yet incredibly warm smile, saying in a relaxed tone as if he had discovered a new toy, "Oh? I didn't expect this to be so interesting."

He shook his mutated right hand and continued, "So, what I'm saying is, if I encounter those weird and strange things again, I won't be too afraid of them corrupting me anymore? If they corrupt me, it seems like I can digest them in return? That's practically a form of enhancement!"

Seeing Bengshan try to accept this cruel reality with a lighthearted and humorous attitude, and even comfort him, Song Zaixian felt not relieved at all, but his deep sense of guilt became even stronger.

He knew that Bengshan was deliberately acting so indifferent so as not to put any psychological burden on him.

But the more this happened, the more Song Jae-hyun felt he owed his dearest friend who always silently tolerated and protected him.

He lowered his head, clenching his fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his flesh. He silently vowed that, no matter what, he would find a way to completely restore the collapsed mountain to its original state, or at least to allow himself to truly control this power and no longer be troubled by it. (End of Chapter)