Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

It is still the Amber Era 2157.

In a remote, uncivilized galaxy.

"Passerby" is not an adjective, but a noun; this galaxy is indeed called "Passerby."

The Star Train is parked in near-Earth orbit on a verdant planet.

Inside the party car, a pink-haired girl's curious face appeared as she asked the handsome man sitting across the table.

"Zhimu, are you really a sea patrol knight? Sister Jizi just told me not long ago that the knights have disappeared for a long time."

"The real deal, the girl from March 7th."

"No need to be so polite, just call me March. After all... you indirectly helped us out."

Recalling what happened not long ago, March 7th couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Well... in short, while exploring that emerald green planet outside the car window, I accidentally provoked a troublesome bird creature.

It can not only fly, but also generate electricity, and it has thick skin and flesh.

According to Dan Heng, this bird is more vengeful than an owl and has a strong sense of community.

If one is killed, it will attract more to hunt it down and seek revenge.

Initially, they didn't want to cause any trouble and only intended to get rid of the strange bird.

But if you've provoked a vengeful creature, do you really think you can just run away? It's not that easy.

Left with no other option, Danheng could only stab it twice, hoping to scare the strange bird away. Taking two shots didn't seem to have any particularly special effect.

Until… Kikube was accidentally hit by an arrow from March 7th…

Thus, the strange bird, like a game boss in a berserk state when its health is low, was incredibly crazy and terrifying.

Just as Dan Heng was about to kill that thing, a spaceship fell from the sky like a falling star, hitting the strange bird squarely and breaking its neck.

The loud explosion resounded for miles around, and a fierce fire broke out.

If Danheng hadn't reacted quickly and taken Sanyueqi away, they would definitely have been caught in the blast wave.

When they turned around to look behind them, the strange bird had already been roasted.

A man dressed in tattered clothes and covered in dust crawled out of the ruins.

Smelling the aroma of meat, he pulled out a short knife, cut off a large piece, and started gnawing on it right there.

Regardless of whether Danheng's eyes twitched or not, she definitely did twitch on March 7th.

Not only is he lucky to be alive, but he also has a big heart.

That thing probably can't be eaten...

"Hey, you two over there, the bird meat looks pretty good, wanna try some?"

Upon hearing this, March 7th subconsciously glanced at Dan Heng's profile and, unsurprisingly, saw a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

In the end, they still didn't have the courage to try it.

On March 7th, I put away my memories and changed the subject.

"Let's assume you're a sea patrolman for now. But Zhi Mu, you still haven't told us the cause of the plane crash?"

"Oh, because the spaceship isn't mine," Qi Zhimu said casually.

"Dear passenger, let me guess, did your plane crash because you were being chased by the enemy? Chasing and crashing are the same thing..."

"Shut up!"

March 7th rolled her eyes at the robot that brought the drinks.

"I didn't tell you to speak. If you keep interrupting and telling jokes, I'll have Himeko format you, hmph."

Seeing that he obediently shut up and returned to the bar, she gave Qi Zhimu an apologetic look.

"That's what shutting up is like, you'll get used to it, just keep going."

"...You mean, its name is Shut Up?"

"Hey, right, Uncle Yang said the person who created it was rather...annoying. Unfortunately, this machine inherited his personality, so you know."

"I understand, I understand."

Qi Zhimu nodded in realization, then abruptly changed the subject.

"Actually, it guessed right. I really did crash because I was being chased."

"Who was chasing you?"

"The Annihilation Gang, the lackeys of destruction."

"...What did you do to them?"

"We didn't do anything special. We just chopped their leader into a dozen pieces and fed them to the vultures, stripped the wives of the underlings naked and hung them on a street lamp, and then sneaked back into his lair and planted a few stink bombs."

Qi Zhimu spoke casually, as if he didn't take this behavior seriously.

Upon hearing these words, not only March 7th, but Danheng's expression was indescribable.

You call this doing nothing?

"Excuse me for asking, how many landmines did you plant, and what kind of stench do they cause?"

"I've forgotten how many there were, but they were probably buried about one every 5 meters. Let me think..."

Qi Zhimu pondered for a moment, then raised his index finger, revealing his bright white and even teeth.

"I remember now, about three hundred, that's not many. As for how smelly they are, well, how should I describe them?"

"It's roughly like mixing the juice from fermented dead rats with rotten eggs, pouring it over rotten seafood, then microwaving it on high for three minutes, and finally stuffing it into a landmine. How about that, do you get a sense of the stench?"

"..."

On March 7th, everything went black, and he and Danheng silently gazed at each other.

For some reason, I felt a strange urge to ask him to pay for saying those words.

The former smiled with a sense of relief, while the latter's gaze toward Qi Zhimu became increasingly difficult to decipher.

That's not surprising, that's not surprising at all...

Although they all had no goodwill towards the Annihilation Gang, what this ranger did...

If they were minor leaders of the Annihilation Gang, they would probably hunt him down for tens of thousands of light-years, and would skin him alive before they could swallow their anger.

"Brother Danheng, there's something I've been thinking about for a long time, and I've decided to tell you." Qi Zhimu didn't pay attention to the pink-haired girl's expression.

"Please speak."

"From the moment you invited me for a ride, you've been staring at me for a total of 57 minutes. So you still doubt my identity?"

"No, that's not it... I'm sorry..."

Dan Heng denied it, a hint of apology flashing across his face.

"Mr. Zhi Mu's name reminds me of an old friend from many years ago, so I couldn't help but take a closer look. As for whether you are really a sea patrol knight, I don't care."

This nomadic group that follows the hunt has always been shrouded in mystery, and no one knows how they identify each other.

Although the man in front of me had the same name and looked very similar to that person, his behavior was completely different.

Furthermore, everyone present at that battle witnessed his demise.

"I see." Qi Zhimu suddenly realized.

Many wandering knights-errant find it inconvenient to act openly, and due to certain past experiences, many do not use their real names as code names.

Over the years as a wandering knight, he has even encountered people with the same name as himself.

It's not surprising that Dan Heng has encountered this before; what's strange is—

"To be honest, Brother Danheng, I also feel that your appearance is somewhat familiar, but I can't remember why. I don't think I've seen you before."

"Oh?"

Dan Heng was taken aback; the possibility he had just extinguished in his heart involuntarily surged back into his mind.

However, before he could speak, Qi Zhimu's next words extinguished that possibility once again.

"Oh right, the company! You used to work here, didn't you? I think I remember seeing you in the footage of my colleagues recording a mission."

"...I guess so."

Danheng abandoned the idea of ​​contacting an old friend to inform her of the wandering knight's information.

For centuries, she has remained on the front lines of hunting prey. At over 1,800 years old, who knows if she has ever suffered from mental problems?

After all, the sacrifice of her master back then was a huge blow to her.

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