Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 193 When I wasn't around, were you two wild dogs very arrogant?

Red Boy-style Locke: "Hurry up! If you don't come soon, it's a small matter if I get beaten to death, but it'll be a big problem if you expose us!!!"

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A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, splitting the dark clouds in two, and rays of sunlight streamed down from the torn sky.

As the sunlight fell, a scarlet afterimage, accompanied by black blood mist and demonic energy, traced a perfect arc in mid-air before crashing straight into the mountainside like a missile.

In an instant, the thunder and the roar of the collapsing mountain overlapped. As smoke and dust filled the air and rocks tumbled down, the Yaksha actually traversed the entire mountain peak and burst out from the other side of the mountain.

After bursting out of the mountain, the Yaksha King suddenly arched his body in mid-air, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, forcibly swallowing back the root that had already risen to his mouth.

After re-incorporating his root into his golden body, Yaksha King was finally able to adjust his posture and use inertia to stabilize his body, landing vertically on the mountainside of another peak.

The immense inertia caused his feet to embed themselves deeply into the plant-covered mountain wall. After a brief silence, the mountain wall instantly cracked open with him as the center, the dense cracks radiating outwards and eventually forming a large pit several meters in diameter.

Yaksha King slowly straightened up and casually wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

The bloodstain left a shocking mark on his hideous face, but the dissatisfaction in his eyes grew even more venomous.

Looking up, the figure in mid-air still hovered quietly beneath the clouds.

Sunlight filtered through the thin clouds and fell upon him, gilding him with a faint golden edge.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but with a flick of his left hand, an ancient golden bow appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Yang Jian slowly brushed over the intricate cloud patterns on the bow, then with a flick of his right hand, a pure silver pellet condensed at his fingertip.

Without any warning, he loosened his grip.

The silver-white bullet shot out into the air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect. The air was compressed and torn apart in an instant, producing a deafening sonic boom. Its power was no less than that of a precision-guided missile, and it was like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Several energy projectiles, each over ten meters in size, hurtled toward the Yaksha King with destructive force, while the Yaksha King couldn't help but curse his true form inwardly.

Where are they?! What happened to acting? If they weren't so cunning, they would have messed this up long ago!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the first silver bullet, accompanied by a piercing whistle that tore through the air, was already upon the Yaksha King's face.

Seeing this, Yaksha King had no choice but to increase his consumption, using Armament Haki and spiritual power to enhance the monster armor and the combined attack of Shadow Assassin disguised as Yaksha Bone Spikes.

Then, countless scarlet bone spurs sprouted from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. These bone spurs were as thick as a child's arm, their tips gleaming with a cold, icy light. They grew rapidly, intertwined, and coiled around him, layer upon layer, gathering around his body, and finally transforming into a blood-red lotus flower several meters in diameter, protecting him tightly in the heart of the flower.

"Clang—clang—clang—!"

Silver Qi bullets rained down, striking the bone-thorn lotus like a storm.

The clanging of metal was deafening; each impact felt like a blow to everyone's heart.

At this moment, whether it's the company employees maintaining order, the villagers following the evacuation guides, the Eight Extraordinary Skills Team waiting for everything to settle down in the distance, or Zhao Fangxu thousands of miles away.

They looked at the figure in the sky, as if it were the only light at that moment.

Yang Jian hovered silently beneath the clouds, holding a bow in his left hand and continuously conjuring silver bullets in his right.

No one noticed that his silver armor was gradually becoming transparent, and the thousand-year-old incense power that sustained his consciousness was transforming into seven-colored flames, constantly overflowing from his fingertips, the corners of his clothes, and the gaps in his armor.

With each silver bullet fired, his figure faded a little, but the oppressive force landing on the Yaksha King grew stronger.

The interior world was deathly silent.

Zhang Chulan stood not far away, watching the figure engulfed in seven-colored flames. The flames licked at his robes, devouring his outline, gradually transforming him from a towering divine general into a semi-transparent phantom.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "There's no need to go this far," and "Let's think of another way."

But the words stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back down.

He knew better than anyone that there was no other way.

Letting the Yaksha King go would cause even more deaths; he himself wouldn't allow it, and the True Lord wouldn't agree either.

He has always been an absolutely rational person, always knowing what the optimal solution is, and always able to calculate the most advantageous path in the most chaotic situation. Even he himself has to admit that he is an extremely intelligent person.

But now, looking at the fading flame, he realized that he wasn't so calm after all. He couldn't calmly watch someone who had sacrificed everything for the sake of the world disappear before his eyes.

Amidst the crackling sound of the flames, Yang Jian opened his eyes.

His figure had faded to almost invisible, but his eyes were brighter than ever.

He looked at the young man before him who dared not meet his gaze, recalled the newly appearing images in his mind, sighed softly, and said, word by word, "Raise your head, Zhang Chulan."

Zhang Chulan raised his head, his eyes slightly red, but when he saw Yang Jian's gaze, all the words stuck in his throat.

It was a profound and enlightened tranquility, a serenity he had only ever seen in the eyes of a true spiritual practitioner like his advisor.

"I was never the real Yang Jian."

Yang Jian said with a smile.

"I am Li Erlang, I am Zhao Erlang, I am the shadow in the hearts of all those who have prayed to the statue of Erlang Shen for millions of years."

"I have existed for thousands of years, yet I have never truly lived a single day. If it weren't for your Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, and your desire to stand up, I wouldn't be where I am now, still able to gain a bit of true spirit."

He turned his head and looked towards the boundary of the consciousness space.

From there, one could clearly see the battlefield outside, with golden lightning crisscrossing and silver bullets piercing the air. Looking at his own shadow, Yang Jian finally revealed a relieved smile.

He turned his head to Zhang Chulan, his eyes clear and bright.

"I have existed for a thousand years, but I have been confused for a thousand years."

"I always thought of myself as Yang Jian's shadow, a puppet of incense offerings, and a collection of people's obsessions."

I carried their expectations on my shoulders, yet I never fulfilled my own responsibilities.

"But you gave me this opportunity, a chance to make amends."

He reached out and gently stroked Zhang Chulan's head.

Even though his hands were transparent and he couldn't touch anything.

"Thank you, Chu Lan. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I'm very happy, so you don't need to be sad about my departure."

Yang Jian, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, slowly stood up. His figure had faded to the point of almost merging into the surrounding void, but his spine was straighter than ever before.

He gazed at the world beyond his consciousness, and with his last ounce of strength, let out a shout that resounded throughout his sea of ​​consciousness: "Rejoice for me, Chu Lan! For I am no longer that imposter, a composite of several Erlangs! Who am I? I am no one! I am Erlang of Guanjiang Estuary, Yang Erlang who slays demons and monsters!!!"

Several kilometers away, in a valley shrouded in a golden light and yellow mist array, Feng Baobao, in her shamanic form, was entangled with the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord. The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord tried several times to use the yellow mist array to stop him, but Feng Baobao stopped him each time.

However, what Feng Baobao didn't know was that every time she clashed with the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, Huang Feng and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord used the opportunity to communicate.

Baiyan: "You'd better speed things up, or you'll really be exposed if you don't finish."

Huang Feng: "I can feel it. We're going full speed ahead, almost there. Just hang in there a little longer. By the way, how's Chen Duo's situation?"

Baiyan: "Don't worry, it's very stable, it'll be fine."

Liao Zhong: "No way!"

Explosions echoed in the distance, one after another, and the ground beneath our feet trembled violently every few moments.

Gravel tumbled down from the cliffs on both sides of the valley, raising clouds of dust.

The temporary workers leaned against the cold rocks, looking at Liao Zhong lying on the ground and Chen Duo squatting beside him, listening to the roars that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, and finally understood.

Now I understand why Chen Duo chose to become the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's disciple.

It wasn't because she wanted to become a monster, nor because she craved power.

It's just because she wanted to be a Gu (a type of poison).

But the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord insisted that she become a human first.

"Why?!"

Liao Zhong's voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.

He gripped Chen Duo's wrist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Why make this choice! Why can't you just live a normal life! The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is right!"

Even if it's to become a Gu (a type of poison), the prerequisite is to live! Why force someone to commit suicide?!

He refused to accept anything.

No matter what Chen Duo said, he wouldn't listen. He just kept shaking his head and refuting her, tears rolling down his wrinkled face and shattering on the ground.

Chen Duo looked at him quietly, raised her other hand, and gently patted his arm.

Her movements were somewhat stiff and clumsy.

Feeling that unfamiliar, disorienting throbbing in her chest, she frowned slightly. Even after all this time, she still couldn't quite get used to this feeling.

This feeling is called "emotion".

Old Meng stood to the side, his eyes red and his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He looked at Chen Duo, then at the devastated Liao Zhong, and could only clench his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Xiao Zizai, who had been silently observing everything from the rock face, finally straightened up slowly, his steps as light as a cat's, and walked step by step to the two of them. Then he squatted down, looking Chen Duo in the eye, his voice as gentle as if he were coaxing a child: "Chen Duo, do you think I'm a normal person?"

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Chen Duo looked up at the always smiling, strange uncle, thought about it seriously, and then nodded gently.

Xiao Zizai smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, only pity and compassion.

"But I'm not like that. I was born to kill. No reason, no grudge, I just can't resist the urge to cut flesh with a blade."

The thrill of blood splattering on my face, the pleasure of that life-snatching moment—from as far back as I can remember, this thought has tormented me to the point of wishing I were dead; I just can't shake it off.

He looked into Chen Duo's eyes and said, word by word, "Actually, we are very similar. I am not a normal person; I am a demon hiding in this human body."

You're not normal either; you're a venomous insect kept in a medicine pot.

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkling together, making him look exceptionally kind.

"Now look at me, am I still normal?"

Chen Duo was silent for a moment. She first glanced at Liao Zhong, who was slumped on the ground with tears streaming down his face, and then turned her head to carefully examine the monk in front of her who was smiling gently.

After a long while, she slowly shook her head, her voice as cold as ice: "No."

"I see, so we're the same kind!"

Wang Zhenqiu, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, suddenly brightened up and immediately swaggered over with his hands in his pockets.

He sidled up to Chen Duo and said with a grin, "Hey, hey, count me in! Actually, I'm not normal either! You guys are abnormal inside, but I'm abnormal inside and out."

However, I never think I have a problem; I just think that most people in this world are big idiots.

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He deliberately dragged out the last three words, then suddenly leaned close to Chen Duo. His warm breath brushed against her cheek, and Chen Duo instinctively shrank back, her ears instantly flushing slightly.

Wang Zhenqiu acted as if he hadn't seen it, pointing to Hei Guan, who was leaning against a boulder and smoking not far away: "For example, that guy, he's obviously a complete idiot. He clearly understands everything, but he insists on pretending to be a corpse here."

"Damn it, Southwest, don't go too far!" Black pipe stubbed out his cigarette on the stone and cursed angrily, "We've worked together once before. Even if we've never met, you don't have to cheat me like this, do you?"

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"Who told you to call me a sissy behind my back last time?" Wang Zhenqiu said righteously, hands on his hips. "We're all colleagues, and Chen Duo is in such a miserable state, while you're still cowering here. You deserve to be scolded by me."

"Fine, fine, I give up." Black pipe scratched his head helplessly, put the cigarette pack back in his pocket, "You just want me to say something, don't you?"

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He stood up, dusted off his pants, and walked over to Chen Duo.

Looking at the bewildered and helpless little girl, a rare hint of tenderness appeared on his usually expressionless face.

"Chen Duo, I think I understand what that centipede demon is trying to do, and I also know exactly where Liao Tou went wrong. I won't lecture you, I'll just give you two suggestions."

"First, if that centipede demon survives, you go with him. If we meet on the battlefield later, and I defeat you, I won't hold back. But if you defeat me, spare my life for today's sake."

"Second, don't rush into a decision. Think carefully about everything we've all said, take as long as you want. Now that he's cured you, find a place to hide and take your time to think things through. Once you've figured it out, then make your own decision."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly: "Death is indeed the easiest thing. But it was only a hasty choice when you had no other options, not the right one. That centipede demon was right; death doesn't necessarily get you what you want. It's too early to draw conclusions about whether you're human or a Gu."

Chen Duo blinked, a look of confusion on her face.

She could understand each word individually, but when they were put together, she couldn't understand what they meant.

No one had ever said such a thing to her, no one had ever told her that she could "think it over slowly" or "make her own decisions."

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at Liao Zhong.

The man who had just been breaking down in tears had now calmed down. He wiped the tears from his face; his eyes were swollen and red like walnuts, but his gaze was clearer than ever before. He looked at Chen Duo, his voice choked with emotion, yet incredibly firm: "Duo'er, I was wrong."

"I was too selfish before, always trying to mold you into the person I wanted you to be, and never asking you what you wanted. This time I won't stop you. You can choose whatever you want, and even if you choose to die, I'll accept it."

He took a deep breath and almost pleaded, "But I only ask one thing of you, at least, at least live a few days like a normal person before making a decision, okay? You've been a Gu your whole life, even if you're going to die, at least live like a human being with dignity!"

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These words struck Chen Duo like a thunderbolt.

She froze, and the image of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord sitting on the stone bench, drinking tea and saying those words to her involuntarily flashed through her mind.

"that----"

Chen Duo sat on the stone bench, her fingers gently twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice barely audible.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord didn't even raise his head. He blew on his teacup to cool it down and said indifferently, "Call me Master."

"Master," Chen Duo obediently changed her address, raising her head with pure confusion in her clear eyes, "Why do you insist that I be human?"

"Didn't I already say that?"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord put down his teacup, the bottom of which struck the stone table with a crisp sound, his tone tinged with impatience.

"You reject the identity I've always dreamed of to become a Gu poison user? Humph! Just looking at it makes me furious, and I'm determined not to let you have your way!"

He paused here, the impatience on his face gradually fading, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

He looked at Chen Duo with a complex sense of nostalgia in his eyes: "But to be honest, the way you look reminds me of myself a thousand years ago."

The same ignorance and confusion, the same inability to see the road ahead.

Back then, I was incredibly ambitious, always thinking that if others could do it, so could I, but you, your fate was as fragile as paper, you didn't even have the right to choose.

He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the stone table, saying each word clearly: "So, considering how similar we are, I at least want you to understand one thing, which can be considered as repaying the kindness of my former teacher."

You must understand that all sentient beings in the world—humans, beasts, Buddhas, demons—have their own inherent capacities and are ranked according to their superiority or inferiority; they cannot be treated arbitrarily.

Chen Duo's consciousness slowly withdrew from her memories.

She still didn't understand.

She didn't understand why Xiao Zizai said they were the same kind of people, why Hei Guan gave her two choices, and why Liao Zhong suddenly apologized to her. These words were like a tangled mess, swirling in her mind and making her dizzy.

But she clearly realized one thing.

Something that no one had ever told her, and that no one had ever allowed her to do.

Now, she can make her own choices.

She looked down at her hands.

These hands were once stained with deadly poison, carried out countless cold commands, and could only passively accept everything.

And now, these hands can grasp their own destiny.

How should she choose?

Should I be a human, or a Gu? Should I go back with Liao Zhong, or with the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord? Or—as they say, should I live first and think things through slowly?

Just as she was lost in thought, a shockwave far more terrifying than any of the previous tremors swept in like a tsunami.

The ground beneath their feet suddenly ripped upwards, and the cliffs on both sides of the valley instantly cracked, sending countless millstone-sized boulders raining down. Dust blotted out the sky, and the once tranquil valley was transformed into a living hell in an instant.

"Be careful!"

Liao Zhong subconsciously reached out to pull Chen Duo, but stopped abruptly halfway through.

He gritted his teeth, simply turning sideways to shield her from the flying pebbles with his back.

Xiao Zizai looked up toward the battlefield, his originally gentle gaze suddenly turning serious.

Wang Zhenqiu also dropped his playful grin. He reached out and steadied himself against a rickety rock, saying in a deep voice, "Good heavens, what's that noise—did they tear a hole in the sky above?"

The epicenter was already a scorched wasteland.

The once lush and verdant forest is now nothing but molten rocks and smoldering logs, with the mountain peaks behind it in ruins.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and blood, and the remaining golden thunder and red fire continued to collide, making crisp cracking sounds.

The demon king, whose innate talent had been destroyed and who was forced to revert to his original form as Red Boy, was limping toward the center of the battlefield. He was covered in blood, half of his body was charred black by lightning, but he tightly gripped the crimson talent in his hand, his eyes filled with a mad smugness.

Yang Jian, standing before him, was already exhausted and near death.

The silver armor gradually dissipated, and his body became almost completely transparent, with only a faint wisp of true spirit still attached to Zhang Chulan's body.

He could barely stand, and could only lean on his three-pointed double-edged sword to maintain his standing posture.

"Heh heh—" Red Boy coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his laughter twisted in a sinister grimace. "I told you long ago, you—can't afford to waste your time with me!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and the Fire-Tipped Spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The spear tip burned with fierce Samadhi Fire, carrying an aura of destruction, and stabbed fiercely toward Zhang Chulan's heart, who was powerless to resist.

"stop!"

In the distance, Zhou Sheng and the others, who had just arrived at the battlefield, were filled with rage.

They used all their strength and unleashed their most powerful techniques, sending countless magical beams of light shooting towards Red Boy like meteors, trying to stop him from falling under their spears.

But just as they were halfway there, everyone stopped in their tracks.

The anxiety and despair on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a relieved expression.

Red Boy's spear tip stopped just an inch from Zhang Chulan's heart.

His smug smile froze, replaced by an expression of disbelief and astonishment.

A massive, overwhelming shadow suddenly descended, completely enveloping Red Boy. Even the last ray of sunlight was swallowed up, and the surrounding temperature plummeted instantly.

Heavy breathing came from behind him, each breath carrying a sharp wind pressure that made his robes flutter loudly.

Red Boy's body stiffened, as if he were nailed to the spot. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He dared not turn around.

He didn't even dare to move.

Just as he clung to his last shred of hope, praying that it was just his imagination, a calm voice came from behind him.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, each word clearly reaching his ears: "When I wasn't around, you seemed quite arrogant?"