Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 726: Domain Liberation
The writer was surprised to find that his body had changed. In his memory, he had become an old man, but now his voice was so young, even his body had become younger!
He thought of the first novel he wrote when he was young, the first novel he read, and those trivial things that had long been forgotten came to his mind in a disorderly manner. He could easily recall the pain in his nose when he had a nosebleed and the warmth of the blood sliding across his philtrum. He even recalled sucking the vaginal fluid in his mother's arms when he was just born.

A lot of memories from his infancy came back, things he never knew about but he remembered them all, but there were also a lot of things he seemed like he should have remembered but he had forgotten them all.

He had been married and was heartbroken by the divorce, but he had forgotten who he married, what the other person looked like and how he sounded. Even though he remembered the years he had spent with his wife, he only remembered the events, not the people.

There was also knowledge. He felt that he should know the answer to why he became like this, but he couldn't remember it.

"What's wrong with me?" The writer looked at Shangguan Yan blankly, confused and fearful.

Shangguan Yan said nothing, but approached directly, using an extremely high-speed blow to stir up a stream of water and attack the opponent.

The writer bent down flexibly to avoid the attack, and at the same time, with lightning speed, he punched Shangguan Yan in the abdomen.

The huge impact force created a violent torrent in the sea water. Shangguan Yan bent his knees and dug his five fingers into the ground to slow down his momentum of being knocked back.

"You were sent by Bureau 748 to kill me?!" the writer was horrified.

His memory has become unrelated fragments, and humans cannot understand events beyond their own cognition. He forgot to name his name and what he was doing before. He just subconsciously thought that the person who suddenly attacked him was an enemy.

In the writer's remaining memories, the most recent enemy that he can recall and that poses the greatest threat to him is Bureau 748, which is the predecessor of the China Control Bureau, an old agency that existed decades ago.

Shangguan Yan frowned slightly and looked at the writer in front of him. His body was covered with wounds from a sea of ​​endless blood. Most of them had not been sutured tightly yet, and the light red blood was still gradually floating in the sea.

Shangguan Yan was sure that the other party had forgotten a lot of things, but in their recent fight, the other party's reaction speed was not only not slow, but it became even faster despite being injured, which was incredible.

"So that's how it is." Shangguan Yan whispered to himself.

She figured out why the writer could use her supernatural powers so purely and her physical skills were so outstanding. This was not a power that relied on experience or technology, but was the body's innate fighting instinct. Shangguan Yan could roughly guess the original owner of this power.

If she guessed correctly, some of those Roman hooded men were killed by Zhe.

Shangguan Yan didn’t know much about these “elders” from the past. When they were together in the past, they never used any supernatural powers. So although she knew that they were not ordinary people, she only had an impression of their personalities and knew nothing about their abilities.

But among all people, Zhe is the best at fighting, there is no doubt about that. From Xia Shou's discussions with others in the past, and other people's indirect teasing of Zhe, one can guess that Zhe's fighting ability is the strongest among all people.

The wildness and primitive qualities displayed by the writer at this moment made Shangguan Yan think of Zhe first.

"This is going to be a tricky situation," Shangguan Yan said.

While she was adjusting her stance, the writer had already approached her, and then he threw three lightning-fast punches. The first punch was blocked, and the second punch hit Shangguan Yan's cheek at an incredible angle. After this big swing punch hit her, he swung back and hit Shangguan Yan's temple, knocking her to the ground.

She looked badly beaten, but she didn't suffer any physical injuries.

The slashing blow included in the opponent's attack was neutralized by her slashing blow, but she could still use the "iron block" to block the purely physical attack, so although she was hit without any defense, she did not suffer any substantial damage.

Shangguan Yan raised his hand and blocked the writer's fourth punch with one hand. He took the opportunity to roll up from the ground and increase the distance again.

There was no way she would win if she continued to fight like this, as the gap in technique and ability was too great. However, continuing to sink, or entering the chaotic waters of the past by surfacing in the opposite direction, would only deepen her understanding of desire, which would lead to the stripping away of her humanity.

The seven-branch fragments gathered in this city were enough to facilitate her ascension. She didn't even need a ceremony... because the ceremony had already been completed. She had received the recognition from the agent that year. But Shangguan Yan also knew that she couldn't defeat the writer with her current ability.

At this moment, in Shangguan Yan's mind, countless possibilities are constantly circulating.

Her rich past experience allows her to come up with countless tactical routines in an instant and search for the possibility of victory from them.

However, the next second, Shangguan Yan faced the reality.

As a human being, she can’t stop the current writer.

As a human being, Shangguan Yan is too weak in front of the writer, unless she gives up being a human being.

But do you really want to take the risk? Although there is a certain probability that you will not ascend, do you really want to gamble on a probability that you are not even sure of?
In the past, she had lost all hope in life. Her strong desire for revenge made her find the murderer who killed Xia Shou at all costs. In the end, she got nothing and indulged in false self-satisfaction, willing to fall into an endless cycle of thirst.

But the thirst she once felt was no longer what she longed for. Since the clear spring water was right beside her, why should she drink the bitter and salty sea water?

Shangguan Yan took a deep breath in the sea water and finally made up his mind.

There is another way to get rid of him!
Instead of using [Bird's Dream] to crush the opponent, he used another kind of force.

"You are a bunch of running dogs from Bureau 748!" The writer rushed forward again and punched Shangguan Yan on the right arm, and Shangguan Yan's right hand immediately became old again.

This time, Shangguan Yan did not fight back, nor did he distance himself. Instead, he scratched the palm of his left hand with the fingernails of his right hand, and blood spread in the sea water.

Another liberation after the field is expanded!
"Realm liberation——[Mermaid Palace]!"

There are few ways to avoid excessive desires. It can even be said that desire itself is something that cannot be controlled by subjective consciousness. Desire can be suppressed and ignored, but it will not change shape according to human's own thoughts.

But there is a type of people in the world who are born with a sense of indifference. After they no longer like someone, they suddenly realize that they once liked that person; after they realize their dreams, they realize that they also have dreams.

——Don’t savor it carefully, don’t understand it, do what you want to do in sleepwalking, and the moment you unconsciously satisfy your desire, you will also eliminate that desire.

As long as it's fast enough, there's no need to savor the process of being tortured by desire.

The realm only unfolds for a moment, using the faint desire that leaks out in that moment to draw power at the cost of it, and then using up these desires in an instant, turning them into a momentary memory before they can take shape.

It's like picking up a burning coal with your bare hands and throwing it. As long as you are quick enough, you won't get burned!

0.2 second Mermaid Palace!

So, at that moment, the writer felt something flash before his eyes.

Although it was very fast, so fast that it was difficult to see the specific details, I could still see the vague outline and some specific details.

(End of this chapter)