Yes, I did all of this!

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At the same time, his lazy voice finally rang out: "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet, 'Yuzhi'?"

"Don't try to fool me. Get up. I have something to ask you."

"Why......"

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Mo reluctantly sat up and looked at Cang Yuan's katana: "Is it really necessary? I'm still injured."

You seem to be in good spirits.

"Not always."

Duanmu Mo curled his lip, grabbed the blade of her katana without any fear of its sharpness, and lifted his clothes to reveal his upper body:

"You won't believe me, just look."

Holding the blade, Cangyi watched as Duanmu Mo calmly used the blade to cut open his chest and abdomen, then pried them open.

"..." Although her eyes were obscured by the mask, one could still sense a pause in her hand movements.

—Duanmu Mo's internal organs had already shown obvious damage, some parts of them were twisted, and his heart was beating with difficulty.

Such an obvious wound would definitely be noticed by the magical girls no matter how well it was concealed. But in addition to the damaged organs, there were also a large amount of black tentacle-like substances sticking to those organs, stringing them together like stitches, keeping them functioning normally.

Even the heart has the same black substance permeating it, allowing it to beat as powerfully as usual.

"...What are these?"

"That big guy injured me like this with just one sentence. It seems I underestimated its power."

With a light touch, he loosened the skin that had been pulled apart, and some black tentacles reappeared, tightly binding his body back together. Now, it was up to Duanmu Mo to see how quickly he recovered naturally.

Chapter 342: Identity

Looking intently at Duanmu Mo's injuries, Cangyi knew that this guy was tough and resilient, but he never expected that he would actually do something like exposing his internal organs to others.

"Didn't I tell you and the others to be careful?"

Cangyi lowered his katana and silently looked at Duanmu Mo, asking a question.

"There probably is, but I was trying to be as careful as possible. Who knew this move would still be so unexpected."

"With a size that big, you could have just dodged it with speed, but instead, you tried to take it head-on..."

Cangyi sheathed his sword and sat down on the edge of the bed: "—So now you know why I need Cangyuan to regain my self, right?"

"I don't mind," Duanmu Mo said with a smile, spreading his hands.

“Because you already possess the power of Cangyuan.” She stared at the necklace on Duanmu Mo’s chest and asked, “What did you say to her? She actually gave you her power.”

"It's nothing much. I just told her that the outside world is dangerous and that she needs your power, but she refused to go out, so she obediently handed over her power to save me from bothering her."

Duanmu Mo raised his hand and waved the card of Cangyuan that appeared in his hand.

"...Your mouth, aside from lacking any power, is about the same as that sea monster's." Looking at the card, Cangyi didn't reach out to snatch it, but indifferently withdrew his gaze.

"Wrong~ I'm much stronger than that. My ability is to make people willingly give up their strength, whether it's you or Cangyuan."

The Azure Wing's White Thunder Card sensed the signs of its own disappearance when it faced the Desolate Poison Vine, so it decided to leave this power behind and then handed it over to Duanmu Mo.

“Okay, you’re right.” Not wanting to discuss the topic any further, Cang Yuan said, “But no matter what, I hope you will use Cang Yuan’s power to do your part.”

"The hope you're talking about, is it pointing a knife at my neck?" Duanmu Mo pointed to the bloodstains on his neck and asked with amusement.

"You mean to cut open your own belly with a knife?" Cangyi stared at his concealed abdomen and asked indifferently.

Hearing this, Duanmu Mo smiled and looked at her: "Alright, alright, just say what you want to do."

"It's that simple: let Cangyuan find herself and awaken her." Cangyi paused and said, "However, when I saw you hiding her power, I really felt angry. For a moment, I really wanted to cut down on her and take it away."

"What? Do you miss your past camaraderie with her that much?"

Duanmu Mo lay on his side on the bed, listening to her thoughtful expression, and joked:

"What unforgettable stories can move me to tears?"

"...There's not much to say."

With his back to Duanmu Mo, Cangyi took out his katana and placed it, scabbard and all, on his thigh.

That's such a pity!

Duanmu Mo's feigned regret rang out, but Cangyi ignored it.

Looking at the knife, her eyes, hidden behind the mask, lowered.

. . . . . .

"—Are you spacing out?"

In the ruins of the city, a jade-like hand reached out, disturbing Huangyi's contemplation.

"...Ah, Cangyuan."

Huangyi looked up at the newcomer. The girl, wearing a long azure dress, was leaning on a trident and gazing at her with a peaceful and caring expression.

Huangyi grasped the other's hand, stood up, looked at the ravaged city, and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect that the remnants of the city would still remain here."

"Just because of these?"

"Looking at this city reminds me of the past..." Huang Yi gazed sadly into the distance. The sky was covered by dark clouds, filled with either dust or toxic acid rain. There was almost no hope to be found on this planet.

"My senior, Aunt Katsuragi, Oto, Mom and Dad, and Keiko..."

"If I die one day, will you add Cangyuan to this long list of names?"

The girl with long, gray-blue hair tilted her head, her calm eyes like a boundless sea, exuding both clarity and depth.

"......I have no idea."

Huangyi gripped his katana, then suddenly sensed something and raised his hand.

Acid rain began to fall, dripping onto the ground and releasing plumes of thick smoke.

However, when the acid raindrops fell on them, they only gently grazed their fair skin, as if they and the raindrops were separated by a world.

“Your sword is too slow. Do you have to recite these people’s names every time you swing it? The names you have to recite will get longer and longer until you can’t even draw the sword from its sheath.”

"...I know, you've often said that I'm haunted by the shadows of the past. I can't forget those who died because of me, and it's impossible for me to sever my ties to the past."

Huang Yi watched the acid rain on his palm drip onto the ground between his fingers, his gaze indifferent, but more than that, numb.

"Perhaps one day, I too will become a remnant of the past..."

"At least it would be enough to just pretend."

Looking at Huangyi, the girl shook her head and gazed at the sky in thought.

"In that case, why don't you try changing your name?" Seemingly having a clue, the girl turned to look at her and said, "'Huangyi', this name is engraved with painful memories of the past along with you; so, changing your name might give you a feeling of being reborn."

"I... well, whatever."

"Um......"

The girl thought for a while, seemingly trying to find the relevant words in her memory, but in her mind, apart from the past she didn't want to face, there were only the days she fought alongside Huangyi.

“…In that case, I’ll give you my name.” The girl said, “Cangyuan, Huangyi—from now on, how about you be called Cangyi?”

Looking at the stunned Huang Yi, Cang Yuan revealed a faint smile:

"This name contains my blessings for you, and I hope that it... 'Cangyi' can lead you to a brand new future."

. . . . . .

"'Cangyi'..."

Looking at the blade in his hand, Cangyi murmured, as memories of the past flashed by.

"What did you say?"

"...No, there's nothing there." Cangyi stroked his hard mask, slowly took it off, and turned to look at Duanmu Mo.

His usually calm and indifferent eyes now held a resolute expression: "No matter what, I must save her, so I need your strength."

Seeing this, Duanmu Mo looked surprised, then stroked his chin and looked at her curiously: "It's rare to see your expression change so much?"

"What's your answer?"

Seeing the seriousness in Cangyi's eyes, Duanmu Mo suddenly reached out and scratched her head hard.

"Well--"

Cangyi frowned, but did not resist.

When Duanmu Mo stopped, Cangyi's pale hair had been ruffled into a mess, looking somewhat comical.

"This looks much better. Doesn't it get tiring to be so aloof every day?"

Cangyi stared intently at Duanmu Mo: "I'll ask you one more time, what's your answer?"

Duanmu Mo lay back down: "I'll think about it myself. The adult world isn't as reckless as you are. I have to consider my responsibilities as an adult."

With his hands behind his head, Duanmu Mo crossed his legs and looked at the ceiling, counting: "A heartless cyborg, a witty and intelligent agency owner, an extremely cunning eccentric, Neville..."

He stopped moving, looked at the silent Cangyi, and chuckled:

"—The only believer of the sea god."

Chapter 343: Chaos

. . . . . .

"Well, because of that weirdo, I'm planning to take a week off."

Yu Zhi stood in the kitchen, holding her phone, and said.

"Thank you for your concern, Huizi... You should also be careful yourself, that huge monster appeared again last night."

"I know," Huizi said calmly on the other end of the phone, eating her bread. "I watched TV, and sure enough, He appeared."

"It actually appeared?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhi frowned: "What does this mean?"

“Last night, my parents and I had the same dream. In the dream, we met Him with other people.”

"..."