People are looking for the legendary me

"I thought the heroes were so strong, but without the Goddess of Light and the God of Death Canbai, I don't even have a sense of danger. Is this all you have left? This is too disappointing, heroes!"

"Stop talking nonsense, villain!"

Compared with the muscular man, the big man looked like a weakling. He shouted angrily with a hint of fear in his eyes. He wanted to increase his momentum and compete with the muscular man, but he was just a small fry and was ravaged.

This person is very strong, very strong!

But, if the opponent is strong, can we not fight? !

"you are very brave."

The tall, muscular man looked down at the big man with a hint of admiration in his tone. He was not mocking him, nor was he showing off how strong he was. He was just affirming the brave man.

The big man seemed to be mocked and humiliated. He waved his hands, shouted, and gathered all his strength to prepare to meet the enemy.

"To be a hero, you must be fearless!"

"That's not necessarily true." The muscular man did not rush to take action, but turned his head to look to the side.

The big man thought that the muscular man was just deceiving him, trying to divert his attention and then attack him, but the next moment, his whole body was soaked with sweat.

Just now, when facing a powerful enemy that he was almost certainly unbeatable, he was so fearless and focused that he failed to notice the changes around him. Only now did he wake up and realize that here... he was the only one left.

The others, those companions who were called heroes...all ran away.

110. Courage Wet with Cold Sweat

In the other direction away from the isolation zone of the interference base station, a group of people were running away.

"Hey, it looks like there's still someone there."

"Who cares? If you want to take care of it, go back yourself."

"..."

"Damn it, we can't contact anyone on the other side of the base, and there's no reinforcement. If we stay here to buy time, we'll just be waiting to die. Only a fucking idiot would stay there."

"..."

Among the fleeing crowd, there was a middle-aged man who had boasted to Dawn about the strength of himself and others not long ago. Before running away, he looked back at Dawn who was sitting in a daze on the chair, but ran away without even saying hello.

His pace did not slow down at all, and the middle-aged man raised a self-deprecating yet complacent smile on his face.

"Those beautiful words we said at the beginning about how foolproof it is are indeed beautiful, but aren't there enough flashy things? In the face of irresistible forces, running away is also a wise choice. Boy, don't blame us for running away so ruthlessly. Everyone has only one life!"

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man showed no signs of weakness and even quickened his pace to escape.

……

In the quarantine zone, facing the approaching enemies with overwhelming numbers and strength, the sweaty man stood there alone, looking so small and ridiculous.

Is there any meaning in continuing to stand firm in the face of an enemy that is absolutely unbeatable and a battle that has absolutely no hope? Yes!

Under the pressure of force and the gaze of failure, the big man's legs trembled and fear began to surge in his heart.

What the hell...those bastards!

The big man suddenly realized that he was cowardly, so he turned his attention to the escaped heroes and made himself very angry.

Only if he stopped thinking about how he would die and his heart was filled with rage, could he continue to stand here.

He straightened his cold back, puffed out his trembling chest, bulged all the muscles in his body, and roared with all his might.

"what!!!"

He roared in front of the army, letting the roar roll out. He needed to use this intimidation to cover up the cowardice in his heart. He had to try his best to squeeze out all the strength in his body, otherwise, he could not guarantee that he had the courage to continue standing upright in front of the monster that was walking in front of him.

The courage to hold on is also courage!

The muscular man walked to a distance in front of the big man, but suddenly stopped and raised his hand to stop the steps of his men behind him. With his ferocious face, he calmly looked at the big man standing upright in front of him and spoke slowly.

"They all ran away, why didn't you run away?"

"They all ran away, why should I run away like those weaklings!?" Facing the huge muscular man, the big man had no fear in his eyes. He gathered all his strength, his face remained calm, his tone was domineering, and his will was firm.

Although the big man almost ran away, he was willing to live a few more seconds since the other person was willing to stop and talk.

"Because you have no chance of winning." The muscular man raised his extremely strong hand, slowly clenched it, and suddenly swept it to the side. A strong wind suddenly arose, carrying countless dust and sand across the hard stone plates on the ground, leaving a visible scratch of varying depths.

He spread out his hands, confident and calm in his own great strength.

"No matter in terms of strength or numbers, you have no chance of winning. You can't wait for reinforcements from the other side of the interference station. If you want to continue to block us, you will only die."

The big man was not frightened by the muscular man's bluff. He was absolutely not frightened. He just broke out in a cold sweat. He spoke with conviction, but his voice almost trembled, so he shouted instead:

"Do I have to run away just because I'm sure I'll lose?!"

Seeing the big man was soaked with sweat but still looked calm, the muscular man showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

As the muscular man said this, he extended his hand to the big man, as if as an invitation.

"I admire your courage. Rather than standing on the side of the cowardly and selfish heroes, and rather than dying here in obscurity because of your companions' defection, why not join us? We are brothers in life and death."

A chance to survive? A chance to survive!

The big man stared at the muscular man's big hand that was inviting him, and shouted happily and excitedly.

"Isn't it good to be alive?!"

After shouting, the big man gasped weakly, as if the shout just now had used up all his strength. His originally happy and excited mood also calmed down with this involuntary shout.

Isn't it good to be alive? How could it be bad... How could it be...

Sometimes, there is nothing wrong with escaping. Everyone has only one life and everyone wants to live, and I am no exception.

Once upon a time, there was a battle to protect the relatives of a high-ranking official of an association. The person we were asked to protect was a useless scumbag, and those so-called heroes even sacrificed the lives of the citizens who were really supposed to be protected in order to protect the interests of those powerful people.

That time, I left without hesitation. Yes, I ran away! I admit it!

But, can I really escape this time?

Even if it's stupid, even if it's pathetic, even if it's pointless.

Because, if I give way to this road, what will be given way will not only be the station, but also this city, and even this world.

"Joining you villains? Don't be ridiculous!" The big man revealed his manly character and said firmly: "I, Li, will not be a coward!"

"Villain? I think someone like you would understand that good and evil are only determined by the winner, right?"

The muscular man looked at the strong-willed man and admired him more and more. He spent a little more time and patience, spread his hands to his men behind him, and continued, "We are villains, yes, but our goal is only to take back this world that does not belong to them from the selfish Hero Association. We want to create a stable world that those of us who have no choice yearn for. Compared to those heroes who do nothing but get all the glory and wealth, we are the defenders of justice and peace in this world."

"That sounds nice, but have any of you ever given peace to this world?"

The muscular man stretched out his hand towards the fire in the distant sky and said calmly: "Peace needs victory to establish it."

(First normal update)

111. I am a hero, I want to move forward!

"You are provoking a war! The peace you speak of is nothing but nonsense from a lunatic. At least, there are many people in the Hero Association who are maintaining the stability of this world."

"Maintain world stability?" Hearing the big man's words, the muscular man laughed mockingly, stomped his foot suddenly into the ground, and instantly came in front of the big man, but stomped his foot into the ground again to stop his speed, and then swung his clenched fist down with a strong wind.

The big man, who had been prepared for a long time, also reacted the moment the muscular man appeared. He jumped backwards and avoided the fatal blow safely.

However, a loud noise like a muffled thunder came from the earth and rose into the sky.

The force of the muscular man's fist broke the ground, causing rocks and sand to roll away, instantly submerging the leaping man.

Finally, after everything calmed down, the hero who was standing had fallen to the ground, covered in wounds.

"puff……"

On the gravel-strewn ground, the big man, his body covered in sand and dust, spat out a mouthful of turbid blood and struggled to push away a large rock that was pressing on his chest. As he did this, the wounds on his body bed even more profusely, and the massive blood loss soon made him like a candle in the wind, dying.

The muscular man slowly walked out of the big hole he had made on the ground, came to the big man who was squirming and trying to stand up, looked down at him, and said.

"Those so-called heroes of the Hero Association, those so-called managers of order, aren't they protecting their own safety and security?"

On the ground, the already extremely exhausted man tried hard to turn over, then slowly stood up, but he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees on the ground with a trembling body.

He is like the most humble weak person, not even qualified to stand in front of a strong man.

But even so, he still firmly believed in his beliefs and tried to stand up.

Blood stained with sand and dust slid down the big man's face, and his consciousness gradually became a little blurred. He seemed to see the scene that he had seen when he was young.

People wailed in the war, despair was everywhere, and even mercy and kindness became the most ridiculous cruelty.

When did I start wanting power? Ah, yes, it was that day, when those innocent people who had a wonderful life, who had clearly cherished the hard-earned beauty, who had clearly worked so hard to live, finally...

I envy you. It would be great if I could have the same happiness as those people...

That's the simple life I want.

If I really can't get it, then let me watch, at least, that's hope.

But on that day, everything was destroyed, everything was shattered by the war!

It was from that day on that he... wanted to be a hero.

"Is this the reason you started the war? Is this the reason you can ignore the lives of those innocent people!?"

The big man was kneeling, but he did not look weak or tired, nor did his voice become feeble.

"If so, then tell me, have you ever seen hope for this world in the eyes of those of you who claim to be defenders of peace? Do you want me to willingly place my hope in you who cannot see hope just by a few words? That's ridiculous."

The muscular man looked at the big man silently. He felt reluctant to see such a person die.

“We seek hope in despair.”

“Ha…haha…” The big man stood up with difficulty, supporting his back with faith. His tall figure turned around and stood in front of death. His thin figure turned his back to the city. He was already fearless and chuckled as he said, “I am a hero. I am the hope of this city!”

"But you lost in the end."

The big man smiled at the muscular man's words, took a step forward, then raised his weak hands and clenched fists, shouting, and met the enemy!

"It's not that we can't lose, we...will never admit defeat!"

The big man roared and threw a tiny punch towards the insurmountable mountain in front of him.

At least, I am a hero, and I must dare to move forward!

"Then die."

The muscular man looked at the big man who was useless to him, ignored the weak fist hitting his chest, raised his fist which was several times bigger, and hit the exhausted big man without mercy.

The big man felt the breath of death, and when his hand was about to hit the terrifying existence that could easily ravage him, he calmly closed his eyes.

People of this city, I'm sorry, I... can't do anything.

The next moment, there was a muffled "bang" sound, followed by the sound of a heavy object breaking through the ground and rolling away with gravel.

It was a little strange, there was no pain, was it because I died quickly enough?

Without feeling the pain of being hit, the big man slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was not the despair he had imagined, but the divine light that seemed like heaven shining on the earth, like the dawn of hope.

At this moment, the enemy whom he could not pry into anything had already rolled on the ground, and standing in front of him was a man wearing a golden mask and shining with divine light.

I don’t know if he is a friend or an enemy, but the man’s divine light makes people feel at ease and convinced.

Someone looked at the stunned man, smiled under the mask, and said.

"Yes, I admire you."

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112. Another man who worships himself

In a flash, Liming kicked the muscular man away, and then stood in front of the big man.

Honestly speaking, based on the big man's performance during the gathering just now, Liming never thought that this guy could be called a hero. Now this guy is really impressive.

"Hey." Liming couldn't help but laugh when he saw this guy still standing there in a daze. He was also relieved that there were still people in the Hero Association who were willing to be real heroes.

The big man slowly came to his senses, looking at the dawn, his confused eyes gradually glowed with a little light, hot tears filled his eyes, the exhaustion from excessive blood loss made him kneel down, he cried softly, still unable to believe that this hope had really come.

"I... don't have to die?"

"You are so afraid of death." Liming looked at the big man crying weakly, feeling helpless but relieved. He consoled him and said, "Heroes are not alone, nor are they helpless, because we are the hope of the people."

The big man looked up at the dawn with tears in his eyes. He didn't know who this person was, but his words gave him the courage to continue. The divine light of this person seemed to make him see the real hope.