This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 95 The Waves Swaying in the Sea of ​​People
Can the world tolerate me?
In this life, Nie Weiyang has already answered this question in his heart: No one can decide whether the world can tolerate me or not.

But he didn't get this answer at the beginning. When his white hair just started to cover his eyes, he had experienced countless malicious attacks.

Defense, poisoning, attack, assassination... There are always people staring at what's in his blood vessels, and there are always people who think he is staring at what's in other people's blood vessels.

Of course, he is not the only vampire in Gushi. Facts have proved that the vampire bloodline is like this. It is indeed harmful - the feeling of sucking human blood is completely different from other types of blood. Nie Weiyang himself knows very well that almost all vampires, once they drink human blood, will always want to take another sip.

The vampire's addiction to blood is similar to the demon's addiction to souls. They both stem from the desire to "replenish the basic elements that are lacking in oneself," a desire that comes from deep within the genes and soul.

The more Nie Weiyang was wary of demonized people, the more he understood why others were wary of him, especially after that out-of-control incident.

That's one of the reasons why he lives a secluded life.

No matter how many achievements he made later, he would always remember the pain of waking up among a mountain of corpses.

And even earlier, when he had not been in the ancient city for long, someone had already regarded him, a vampire, as prey.

People are always afraid of wild beasts because no one wants to be food, but when wild beasts show a tendency to avoid people, some people will try to hunt them, either by taming them or by skinning them, drawing their blood, and removing their bones to make wine.

Nie Weiyang had tried every possible way to evade hunting. After several vampires committed serious crimes, the city's authorities had tightened their guard against these dark creatures. Meanwhile, some forces hidden in the shadows kept a close eye on Nie Weiyang, as he was the most powerful vampire in Gu City at the time. Some firmly believed he would be a valuable supplement, tool, and organ donor.

On a particular occasion, Nie Weiyang, nearly dying from being hunted, had nearly given up hope. One night, his hideout was raided, and he fled into a religious street. When he realized he was behind a church, a deep sense of irony made him laugh. He even considered asking the Christians if they could cleanse him of this monster. But in the end, he slowly made his way through a dark corner and encountered an old Taoist priest at the back door of a Taoist temple.

The old Taoist priest had apparently not obeyed the curfew. He was carrying a bag of grass seeds he'd scavenged from somewhere to feed his chickens when he saw a blood-soaked assassin in black clothes, white hair, and red eyes standing at his back door. He stood there in silence for a long moment before slowly saying, "...Young man, if you scare me to death, you're only scaring a living book to death."

Every Chinese person knows how important a man in his nineties is in such troubled times.

Nie Weiyang was silent for a long time at that time.

He constantly resisted the attraction of human blood. The temptations and tortures that were nothing to Nie Weiyang today were simply a long torture to that young man.

But after a few minutes, he slowly backed away.

"Sorry, I'll leave right away," he said.

But he couldn't leave, because his pursuers had arrived. After circling Religious Street several times and sustaining numerous injuries, the entire street was now ablaze with the warm glow of candles. Nie Weiyang, clutching his wounds, which were barely healing, dragged himself into the darkness. He planned to find a place to sit. If someone tried to kill him, he would fight to the bitter end. If someone tried to capture him, he would kill himself. If no one came looking for him again, he would resign himself to his fate... As soon as he could regain consciousness, he would immediately surrender to the authorities.

Damn it, a bunch of insects! Don't give me a chance to retaliate!

——Before he fell into a coma, he thought so. After all, he was just a young man at that time, so of course he would curse people.

But he didn't expect that when he woke up again, he would be lying on a bed.

It was a small, plain room, with a narrow single bed. The room contained only the bed, a crude wooden table, and a chair with a broken leg. A small candle lit the table. The windows were closed, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of burning wax.

He thought it was a trap, or he had been caught by those people, but half an hour later, an old Taoist priest came in with a bowl of egg soup.

"There's nothing else to eat," he said. "Just a bowl of soup. Drink it and leave. We at the Taoist temple don't have much power, so we probably can't protect you."

Nie Weiyang sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at the old Taoist priest.

"What do you think will save me?" he asked.

He thought the other party would say something else, but the answer he heard was: "Myself."

“You controlled yourself, so I saved you; it’s karma,” the old Taoist priest said with a chuckle. “Every sip and every bite is ordained by Heaven. My child, you haven’t caused any trouble these past two months. Did you really think the government didn’t know?” Afterward, Nie Weiyang drank the bowl of egg drop soup. He went outside and walked in the sunlight. The blood had dried on his clothes, making the coarse cloth stiff. He could feel something watching him from the shadows, and whispers came from all directions.

He stopped dodging and just quickened his pace and walked into Zhengyang District.

……

"How about him?" the old pastor muttered softly.

"Calculate for him? I'm afraid I'll shorten my lifespan." The old Taoist priest muttered softly, "Look at this evil aura... Oh, it seems like there's a God of Food..."

His voice became smaller and smaller. After a moment of trance, Nie Weiyang came back to his senses and smiled.

"Don't tell me my fortune," he said. "If you want to do the mission, tell me something else."

His experiences and personality in this life are completely different from those in his previous life, but they were almost exactly the same before he entered the new world. He was really afraid that the old Taoist priest would shorten his life if he asked him to calculate his fortune.

The old Taoist priest was staring at him with his sunglasses on, a hint of light blue in his eyes. He smiled when he heard this and said, "Okay."

He wore sunglasses and walked around Nie Weiyang twice, mumbling something. After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Can you take off your sunglasses?"

"No." Nie Weiyang replied with a smile, "Otherwise, the two books would be scared to death."

The old Taoist priest smiled and shook his head: "No, child, it's not right..."

"What's wrong?" Nie Weiyang asked back with a hint of interest in his voice.

"What are you afraid of?" the old Taoist asked with a smile.

Nie Weiyang's smile froze.

……

Once upon a time, Nie Weiyang saw illusions in countless moments.

He saw the destroyed civilization under the scarlet sky, saw the ruins of the city covering the wilderness, saw the wind blowing, in this world with only the smell of blood, everyone around him was dead, and only he was sitting there.

In that world full of cracks, the most broken thing is himself.

But at that time, when Nie Weiyang closed his eyes and opened them again, he saw the sun of a new day.

What was he doing at that time?
—he was laughing.

The world can tolerate me.

Because people can tolerate me.

"Don't be afraid," the old Taoist said. "Nothing is chasing you."

He patted Nie Weiyang's arm.

"We are number one in the world."

　I cried immediately, I was one minute late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)