What do you mean you also want to return to the world?

who am I?Where am i?

The boy, who was suddenly awakened, was completely bewildered and stared at the robber not far away.

The boy instinctively wanted to ask a question, but the robber jumped up like a startled rabbit and pulled the trigger.

The boy, who had just woken up, lay down in a pool of blood once again, but his consciousness was not blurred, only somewhat bewildered—how many times have I died?

Also, shouldn't I still be lying in the ICU at the hospital? Why am I here?

In an instant, memories that did not belong to him flooded his mind; they came from an 18-year-old boy named Shi Yan who shared the same name as him.

Yes, Shi Yan is a time traveler. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary office worker. An ordinary job, an ordinary life, an ordinary accident involving being hit by a truck, and an ordinary time travel.

Unexpectedly, even after transmigrating, he was still being hit by a truck. And as if that wasn't enough, he was also hit by a burst of bullets.

What a terrible life I have!

Just as Shi Yan was preparing to face his second death, a clear, ethereal voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"It's okay, you've met me."

Who? Who's talking to me?

Shi Yan felt a sharp pain in his left hand and subconsciously looked down. He then saw his left middle finger standing proudly upright, as if it were staring back at him.

"Consider yourself lucky, kid," the middle finger said casually. "I saved your life."

……

What the hell is that?

On the other side, the second robber was still trembling uncontrollably after emptying his magazine.

This is too bizarre, it's really too bizarre.

He was just there to rob someone, was it really necessary for him to encounter such a bizarre situation?

Is this guy really dead? What if he jumps up again in a minute?

The second robber hesitated whether to fire another burst, since he certainly wouldn't dare to examine the body at this point.

So what exactly is this thing?

He temporarily put down his gun, took out the box containing the eye from his pocket, and opened it with slightly trembling hands. The eye was still lying inside, fresh as if it had just been dug out, with bloodstains still on it.

The second robber observed the eye and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart: this eye was not yet its true form.

To see its true form, we must get closer and closer...

As he got closer, the second robber noticed a golden glint in the depths of the man's pupils. The glint captivated him, drawing him closer without his notice.

Just then, a cool breeze blew by, startling the second robber from his daze. But as soon as he woke up, cold sweat poured down his back.

He realized that he had unknowingly placed the eye in front of his mouth, and his mouth was wide open, as if he was ready to eat the eye at any moment.

The eye was indeed still alive, and it tried to enter his body, just like the finger from before! If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have swallowed it whole.

What would happen after swallowing it? The second robber didn't even dare to think about it.

Fortunately, he realized what was happening and decided to immediately seal the thing away, determined not to open it until it was handed over to the wealthy man.

But just as he was about to remove the box, a sudden, strong slap landed on his back, causing his body to lurch forward.

"What the hell are you doing?" the gang leader roared. "We're working, and you're just slacking off, are you?"

He had just finished cursing when he saw the second robber turn around, mouth agape, looking at him with a face full of despair.

In his hand was an empty box.

……

"This is troublesome."

The ethereal voice echoed in Shi Yan's mind once again.

"That guy still managed to find a host."

Host?

Shi Yan didn't understand, but his middle finger pointed him toward the robbers. He saw the robber who had shot him earlier kneeling on the ground, clutching his left eye in pain.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's been parasitized by that ferocious dragon," the finger said leisurely. "Just watch, he's finished."

The moment the finger fell silent, a burst of blood mist erupted from the robber's left eye. Shi Yan clearly saw that his eye shot out like a pinball, but the eye socket wasn't empty; countless granulations of flesh quickly emerged. These granulations were like the threads of a sweater, weaving a brand new eyeball for this body.

This scene sent chills down Shi Yan's spine: "What exactly is that thing? And who are you?"

Faced with Shi Yan's urgent question, the finger replied calmly: "Simply put, it and I are both creatures from ancient times. And we are both dead, with only our souls residing in parts of our former bodies. It is the eye, and I am the finger."

As he spoke, he shook his body with his fingers, as if to prove his point.

"And for you humans, by consuming this part of our bodies, you can obtain our power."

Shi Yan was startled upon hearing this.

This premise sounds quite familiar.

Is the old man behind the scenes still a two-faced soju master?

"Does this power come at a price?" Shi Yan immediately pressed.

"Oh? You're quite perceptive," the finger said with a smile. "Yes, this power comes at a price; after all, it wasn't originally intended for you humans. If you force its use, those with good physical constitutions might be able to withstand it, but those with poor physical constitutions…"

Before the words were even finished, the second robber suddenly let out an extremely shrill and loud wail, startling everyone present into taking two steps back.

Because that wail seemed to carry a chilling quality, something that no human could possibly produce.

His left eye had finally transformed into a dazzling yet ferocious golden pupil.

"Those with poor physical condition are like that." The finger slowly uttered the second half of the sentence, "The person is already dead, only a mutilated body is left, driven by an ancient and vicious soul."

The person is already dead?

In other words, what's controlling that body now is that eye?

It seems that something changed on the other side as well, seemingly to verify the finger's position.

The robbers had also realized something was wrong, especially the leader. Even though he hadn't received much education, he knew that the second-in-command's current state was not scientifically sound.

So he decisively pulled out a gun and pressed it against the second brother's head: "You fucking behave yourself..."

Before he could finish speaking, the second brother suddenly turned his head, his golden vertical pupil staring straight at him.

His body trembled, and he instinctively wanted to pull the trigger, but it was too late.

With a "whoosh" sound.

With a casual wave of his hand, the second brother's body split in two, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

Everyone was stunned.

"Are you crazy!?"

The robbers, regaining their senses, immediately raised their guns and opened fire. The second brother's body was instantly thrown into the water like a drop of pebbles, splashing up bloody ripples.

Only after everyone's magazines were emptied did he sway and collapse, as if he had finally died.

Even so, no one dared to approach and confirm.

The robbers, panting heavily, looked at each other in a deathly silence, none of them knowing what to do next.

Shi Yan, who had been feigning death and spying for a long time, was so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe. He finally couldn't hold his breath any longer and managed to exhale, then asked in a low voice, "Is this guy dead?"

Before his fingers could answer, the corpse, riddled with bullets, raised its head again, its golden eyes, filled with murderous intent, staring straight at him.

"As expected," the finger said leisurely, "it's found you too."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yan abandoned his pretense of being dead, leaped up, and turned to run away amidst the shocked gazes of the robbers.