I am a hero of the former civilization.

Chapter 229 You're a bit horny, aren't you?

"Lower your head."

As Ryan spoke, he pressed Pado's little head against the wall and then suppressed all energy reactions.

A white-haired, masked man walked out of the sanatorium. The gangsters guarding the entrance immediately spotted him. Before they could react, he and his car were slapped and sent flying dozens of meters away.

Direct, savage, and brutal, accompanied by a thunderous explosion, Pado immediately lay on the ground, terrified as if she had encountered her natural enemy.

'That's really Qianjie's style. Is he planning to massacre Twilight Street?' Ryan's lips twitched. 99% of the people in Twilight Street deserved to die. He wouldn't have a shred of pity. But the plan needed a balance.

We need to get Qianjie to jump out and attract attention, but we can't let him die either. After all, the current Fire Moth is capable of killing him. Those high-level fusion warriors are not necessarily much weaker than Sakura, and there are quite a few of them.

Fortunately, after the crowd was dispersed by the slap, no other sounds of fighting were heard, proving that Qianjie was not there to settle scores.

"He's gone?" Pado leaned against the wall, slowly peeking out half her head, looking so cowardly that it made people laugh.

"Hmm, why are you hiding? Even if he's discovered, he can't beat me."

"I don't believe it. You can't just slap someone and their car that far."

Naive. What's the difference between you and a little kid competing to see who can pee the farthest?

Ryan was too lazy to explain. He squatted behind the wall for a few minutes before standing up. It seemed that Qian Jie had already gone far away, but he didn't know where he had gone. If he used his authority to detect, there was a high probability that he would be discovered.

Once discovered, Twilight Street will definitely be gone; he'll either kill him or be killed by him.

'That's the most troublesome part. I fought him once before, and while my reputation with him isn't exactly hateful, it's at least neutral.'

Dealing with Qianjie isn't exactly difficult, but it's not easy either. For example, if you beat him, you can have a proper conversation. But the problem is, right now it's not just a feud between Ryan and Qianjie; there are two other groups of people watching from the sidelines.

"At least we've confirmed it's him. Should we stage a hero-saves-hero scenario? No, Qianjie is irritable but not stupid, and the two high-level fusion warriors sent by the Fire Moth might not be his match."

Ryan muttered to himself that there was a benefit to turning the tables and exposing Qianjie this time; it would make those hiding in the shadows realize the seriousness of the situation.

A pseudo-Herrscher who chose option 25, and an unfathomable unknown powerhouse—the two have made contact; this seems like something big is about to happen.

The number of high-level fusion warriors is limited, unless even more advanced combat power arrives!

"Huh, he actually went out." Pado, unaware of what Ryan was muttering, subconsciously said, "Looks like he's heading towards the port. That's strange, he shouldn't be going out."

How do you know he doesn't usually go out?

"If such a terrifying guy were out on the street, I would have spotted him long ago and added him to my 'absolutely, absolutely do not approach' list." Pado patted her chest, looking like she was a coward.

Hearing her say that, Ryan realized what she meant, looked at the quiet sanatorium, remained silent for a moment, and decided to take a gamble.

"You stay here and wait patiently, I'm going inside."

"Hey, aren't you afraid that guy's fishing?"

"So this is a high-stakes gamble, and sometimes you have to follow your instincts."

Time was of the essence, so Ryan didn't say much. Under Paddo's worried gaze, he jumped off the roof and, without bothering to disguise himself, headed towards the sanatorium along the main road.

In fact, this was the best time. Qian Jie was not around, and the people monitoring them had not been killed off. The sanatorium, which was located in a remote area, was completely deserted.

Ryan stepped through the gate and saw a neatly manicured garden with many unidentified flowers in bloom and beautiful butterflies flitting among them.

Children were playing on the lawn, elderly people were quietly basking in the sun on benches, and several young people were wiping the sculpture in the center of the garden, which was a kind-faced nun with her fingers interlaced in prayer.

The scene was peaceful and serene in early autumn, but Ryan frowned, sensing something eerie in the atmosphere.

It's so strange. These people are like deaf people; they didn't hear the gunshots or the explosions.

He could even see the bullet holes in the statue, which meant the statue was not only deaf but also blind, as if the battle had nothing to do with them.

Ryan felt like he was watching a movie, separated from the world outside the screen by the world inside the screen, and instinctively tensed his muscles.

Are you also here seeking asylum?

A soft, gentle, and captivating voice sounded from behind, causing Ryan to stop in his tracks as if the voice had grabbed the hem of his clothes.

He slowly opened his clenched fist, turned around, and saw a nun who was both holy and alluring.

Her figure was the best among all the people Ryan knew. The modified nun's habit seemed to cover everything, yet it also seemed to cover nothing. Her plump thighs and prominent breasts, paired with her pure blue eyes, made one think of a famous saying.

She's very sexy when she's naked, but with a thin veil in between, it only becomes more sexy. If you add a touch of innocence to that, it's sexy on top of sexy.

This nun walks on the edge, using a hazy allure to intensify the temptation.

Ryan took a deep breath, feeling that 'angel and devil merged into one' was the only way to describe the nun in front of him, but he controlled his expression well.

"Aponia, is this what you've done?"

The nun's azure pupils contracted slightly, surprised that her secret had been exposed so directly. However, after a brief moment of astonishment, she became calm.

"It seems I was right to send Qianjie away. Can you tell me why you came, Miss Unknown?"

For a moment, Ryan felt a strange sensation, an intangible and indescribable feeling, and his red eyes sharpened.

It's like mind control, but it's more than just mind control. Is this the power of her 'Discipline'? No, Aponia hasn't become a Fusion Warrior yet, and her abilities haven't been enhanced, but this alone is already impressive.

"Is this a talent you were born with?"

“Yes, I’m good at persuading people, but I don’t succeed every time.” Aponia said calmly, revealing her secret without any hesitation.

This appears to be the rudimentary form of 'precepts'.

Ryan relaxed slightly. He hadn't come to Twilight Street because he was wary of Aponia's abilities, even though the person was very kind.

"So you also 'convinced' them?"

“Well, even if there are any troubles, there’s nothing they can do. Their lives are already coming to an end, so why worry? It’s better to ignore it and live out the rest of their lives in peace.” The nun had a compassionate expression on her face.

Ryan stared intently at her, then sighed after a long while: "Aponia, I have two things to tell you."

"Please speak."

“First, I’m a man. Second—” Ryan glanced at the harmonious scene in the garden, but instead of feeling happy, he felt a chill run down his spine.

“I know you did this with good intentions, but kindness is not always a good thing. Being too considerate of others will not end well.”

"Why is kindness wrong?" Aponia wasn't angry; she just looked like she was asking for an explanation.

“Because extreme good can also bring extreme evil.” Ryan said this, then turned and walked into the garden, finding a bench to sit down.

Does extreme good lead to extreme evil?

Aponia stood quietly in the garden like a sculpture, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. The words did not take her to heart, but they did catch her attention because the visitor was too special.

He was like a moving fog, unable to sense his own destiny. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, so unique that it deserved attention.

The autumn wind lifted her veil and hair, which she smoothed slightly before quietly sitting down on the bench.

The two men, who were supposed to be discussing a deal, remained silent, watching the bustling garden and the child's curious gaze.

A ball rolled over, and Aponia bent down, picked it up, and threw it back.

"Thank you, Mom Aponia!"

"Be careful, don't fall." The nun patted his head and then called out to the man repairing the sculpture, "Duff, you can prepare lunch now. Please don't go to the first-floor corridor; it hasn't been cleaned yet."

"Okay, ma'am."

Ryan watched coldly from the sidelines, finding no sense of accomplishment or desire for control, let alone pretense or arrogance. The nun was simply doing what she believed was right and treating everyone with kindness.

'That's why he's called a hero rather than a demon; he's a classic example of someone who meant well but did bad things. Later, realizing his fate was unchangeable, he became an extreme pessimist.'

In just a short while, Ryan had a general idea that the Land of the Dead was the end for heroes, and at least Aponia wasn't in such danger now.

She was just a nun who was born with special abilities and was overly kind.

“I’m sorry, the sanatorium matter has kept me waiting.” At this moment, Aponia sat back down and said in a gentle tone, “You came all this way, there must be something important.”

"It's not that important, or rather, the most important thing has already been done."

"what?"

“I contacted you to see what kind of person you really are.” Ryan glanced at her and said unhurriedly, “I’m very satisfied with the result, but there’s one thing I’m curious about: what kind of future did you perceive?”

You even know this?

Aponia hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth after two seconds of consideration: "Destruction. Twilight Street will be completely destroyed, and there will be no more living beings."

"Destroyed by what?"

"I'm sorry, this is just a vague feeling; no one can see fate clearly."

"Can't you see it clearly then?" Oh, it's only after becoming a Fusion Warrior that you can see the lines of fate. Otherwise, if you really had such a bugged ability, you wouldn't be squatting in Twilight Street.

Ryan quickly grasped the key point and countered, "Since you know it's destruction, do you want to stay and wait to die?"

“I do not yearn for death, to be honest—” The nun placed her hands on her chest, her face filled with a holy expression.

"I'm waiting for you."

Chapter 230 Why don't you try it and see?

wait for me?

Ryan didn't sense any ambiguity; on the contrary, the tone sounded like a sacred mission, making him unconsciously serious.

'Aponia can see the lines of fate, so she's definitely not powerful enough at this stage. She probably knows I'm coming, but doesn't know who's coming.'

Using the consciousness of the 'prophet', the answer is not hard to guess, but another question arises: no matter how much struggle Aponia struggles, the future she sees will definitely come true.

This thing is a bit like the choice of the Gate of Destiny. You can see the destination, and no matter how you interfere along the way, the train will eventually arrive at the station.

But what does the destruction of Twilight Street have to do with me? And isn't the path of exploration just about changing the destination?

Ryan suddenly became excited, realizing that Aponia was extremely compatible with him. If he could change the ending she saw, the rewards from fate would be enormous.

'However, after seeing you, that premonition vanished, becoming ambiguous, as if shrouded in a thick fog.'

Aponia thought to herself, after countless failed attempts to change her fate, she actually preferred this hazy feeling.

She didn't say it, but if things remained unchanged after the fog, it would be meaningless. Why reveal a trump card for nothing?

"You want to stop this outcome?" Ryan snapped out of his daze.

"Yes, I want to try again, but it's difficult."

“I know it’s difficult. Once the end of fate is determined, no matter how you change it, coincidences will bring it back to its original path.” Ryan frowned, slowly stood up, and pointed to the courtyard, saying, “For example, if I ask you to evacuate these people, they will encounter coincidences such as delayed ships and obstruction by bandits, and in the end they will still stay here and die.”