Terra's Magnetic Field

Never mind, let the past be the past...

The door opened.

"Hello, Jeston Williams. Are you okay?"

The familiar voice prompted Jeston to turn his head and look towards the door. He saw the young man who had not changed at all compared to two years ago. The guy had the same disgusting smile on his face as the last time they met, and Jeston just felt that he was hypocritical.

"You are not a human being, are you?" Jeston said bluntly.

"Oh, how did you know that?" Knife tilted his head and smiled.

That’s all for today.

Postscript: If Guiqiao and his friends are playing Wushuang mowing, then Jeston is a soul player (without the Fire Keeper benefit), and his game process is suffering. Those other players fight the boss with showmanship, but he has to spend his life to fight.

Chapter 422: Great Guy

Knife: "It's been two years since then... How have you been in prison?"

Jeston: "It's similar to the outside world, but quieter. I read a lot of books in prison and taught myself several languages ​​and university physics and chemistry."

Knife: "That doesn't sound like a bad thing. Why are you glaring at me?... You volunteered to take the blame in the first place."

Jeston: "I have no choice! If the news of Amiya killing civilians gets out, her life will be ruined! You also know how Kal'tsit and the others treat failures. I don't want such a cruel thing to happen to a child."

Knife: "Like the Locke tank? I remember that the head of the laboratory, Mr. Locke, was you.

"Father..."

Jeston: "Don't mention that to me."

Knife: "Don't empathize with big people. It will hurt you."

Jeston: "What?"

Knife: "Didn't your master...Hati teach you? Those high-ranking figures are not from the same world as a small character like you. Their way of thinking and worldview are very different from yours. You saved Amiya because you saw the shadow of Rosemary in her, right?"

Knife: "But Amiya won't be grateful to you afterwards, because people of her status are used to receiving sacrifices from others. Even Nightingale, Saria, Mel, and Hummer are the same. They won't remember how much you have given. They only care about those who can't get it."

Knife: "In the end, you sacrificed so much, but they didn't even say thank you. Isn't that unfair?"

Jeston: "No...are you testing me? Are there any cameras or recording devices in this place?"

Knife: "What are you talking about? What makes you think I would test you?"

Jeston: "In those inspirational movies, there are often scenes where a mysterious person tests the protagonist. They ask the protagonist some stupid and unrealistic questions, and the protagonist will have an adventure if he answers correctly..."

Jeston looked around, but he could not sense the presence of any monitoring equipment. As he continued to amplify his senses, he was shocked by the noise that rushed into his ears and the huge amount of information that he captured with his vision. He then withdrew his senses and rubbed his temples.

Knife: "It seems that you haven't adapted to the changes in your body yet."

Jeston: "What?"

Knife: "Just now, you habitually amplified your senses to capture radio waves and heat, but the amount of information you obtained was dozens of times higher than before, which means that your perception ability has increased dozens of times."

Knife: "The giants can sense what's happening on the moon from the surface. Although you're not that exaggerated, you're far beyond the magnetic field guys of the same level."

Knife: "Think about what happened in Colombia and what you went through..."

Jeston tried to recall the fragmented memories. To be honest, he couldn't remember what happened in the hotel. All he could think of was the fallen angel with platinum hair... and the broken limbs and pieces of flesh all over the floor... and that he had killed many people? ...

As long as he remembered one of these fragments, other memories would flood out like a tide, occupying Jeston's confused mind, and at the same time a strong feeling of nausea came over him.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Jason began to dry heave.

Knife quickly picked up the trash can on the ground and asked Jeston to hold it to vomit. He patted his back considerately when Jeston was vomiting.

Knife: "When you were in Columbia, a [foreign object] was implanted in your body. The ancient power from Lateran transformed you into a weapon man, giving you extraordinary senses and a nearly immortal vitality. Of course, you can also [transform]."

Jeston: "...Transform...?"

Jeston looked at Knife in astonishment.

Knife: "Yes, transformation... Each weapon man has a unique switch, which can cause a drastic change when triggered, turning into the posture of the weapon he represents."

Knife raised a finger, and he placed it against Jeston's sweaty forehead and made a sound imitating the sound of a pistol firing:

"Pia!"

He went on to say:

"You are the gun."

"Gun?......" For a moment, Jeston didn't know how to accept this absurd fact.

He was originally an ordinary man, but he unexpectedly became an inhuman being. Although he had always longed for those extraordinary beings, when he really left the human category, he felt lonely and everything around him seemed strange and unreal.

Just then he found that his right hand had regained feeling. Perhaps after he turned into that weapon man, the missing parts of his right hand had been restored?

But can this be considered good news?

Will this special gift make his life smoother, or will it bring new troubles?

Based on past experience, Jeston believed that the latter was most likely the case. It seemed that the goddess of fate never favored such an unfortunate man as him.

Jeston put the trash can back on the ground with one hand, then sat with his hands on his knees, staring blankly out the window.

It's already dark outside the window, but the moon is very bright today.

Jason just sat on the hospital bed, not saying a word.

Knife also remained silent, he understood that the young man needed time to adapt.

After more than an hour of silence, Jeston asked:

"You definitely didn't come to me just for this, did you? Tell me... Is there anything Rhodes Island can ask me to do?"

Knife saw that Jeston had said this, so he stopped hiding it and said bluntly:

"I hope you will participate in the Rhodes Island leadership battle to be held in three months. Of course, this is my personal request, not Rhodes Island's."

"What?!" Jeston was confused. Let's not talk about what this leadership competition was. He thought Knife wanted him to do the dirty work, but this guy actually asked him to participate? This... if he participated, would it be good for him?

"It's like this. I can't participate in the competition for some reason, but I want to make sure the competition doesn't go in a bad direction, so I need someone who is qualified to participate to help me interfere, that is, [agent]"

Jess

Dun: "You want me to be your agent? But I am in this state now..."

Jeston deliberately shook out his hospital gown.

Jeston: "Besides, my strength is really... There should be a lot of powerful people participating in this competition, right? Even if I agree to participate, it won't change anything..."

Knife felt that there was a good chance, so he patted Jeston's shoulder affectionately and told him confidently, "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about your strength, because in the next three months I will train you to be a great guy!"

Jeston: "What's a great guy? ...That sounds weird, right?"

Ending song: "Monster" - YOASOBI

Lyrics excerpt:

What can I do in this world? What can I do?

I only hope that your dark eyes will not shed tears, and that you will hold on to the future I hope for no matter how many times you try, and never let go.

In this world full of mistakes, just to keep you smiling, I won't hurt anyone again, as long as I can become stronger, so that I can be my true self.

If you want to live a clean and correct life, live without making anyone sad, live straightforwardly without breaking the rules, live correctly without making mistakes.

Is it justice to live a life of truth? Is it justice to live by deception? What is the attitude that I should have in my existence?

Who am I?

tell me.

That’s all for today.

Chapter 423 It's your fault for making me upset

"……call…………"

Saria wandered around Rhodes Island at night. She couldn't sleep at night, so she got up from beside Hemer and walked alone on the streets outside the commercial district so as not to disturb her family's rest.

The cool night breeze sobered her up and allowed her to think more calmly about what Hemer had said before. After thinking it over, she still felt that it was too hasty to agree to participate in the leadership battle, which was undoubtedly jumping into the fire pit.

But if she refuses now, it will seem like she is being unfair, and Hemer will look down on her even more. Their relationship has finally eased a little...

Saria was in a dilemma. She was afraid of getting hurt and dying, but she was even more afraid of losing the trust of her loved ones.

She is not that strong right now. People from all major forces will definitely compete in the leadership battle. In such a chaotic situation, it will be difficult for her to win or even survive...

Ultimately it's a question of strength.

Wan was right. Although strength cannot solve all problems in this land, it can solve most of them. Without strength, there will be more problems.

"Master, what would you do if you were in this situation? Would you be as distressed as I am? No way... Because you are strong enough, any problem is meaningless in front of your peerless power. You don't understand my distress..."

"Oh!————" Saria sighed.

There are still three months until the competition begins. Even if she practices day and night in these three months, how much can she improve? She hasn't made much progress in the past twenty years! She began to feel that her talent was just like this, and she was afraid that she would not be able to improve in this lifetime.

Maybe Master really made a mistake back then...

"TMD!" A woman's sharp voice came from the alley. There seemed to be light in the alley, and there were also dull banging sounds.

Saria carefully followed the sound. The only glowing thing in the alley was a shabby vending machine, and an Agor woman was hitting the screen of the vending machine with her head.

She was a very beautiful woman, with long blue hair tied up to her waist. The light from the vending machine shining on her face made it look even paler, without a single bit of blood.

In Saria's impression, Agor women all have fair skin, long hair, and a cold attitude.

Saria felt that this woman looked familiar. She walked over slowly and smelled the strong smell of fish and sewer on her body. This woman probably hadn't taken a serious bath for a long time.

The Agor woman didn't notice Saria, so Saria saw her hitting the vending machine with her head. After several consecutive hits, several cans fell out of the vending machine.

"Haha! I spit it all out!"

The Agor woman was overjoyed. She squatted down and hugged the cans, about five or six in total.

"...That..." Saria said.

The Agor woman restrained her smug smile, turned her head and looked coldly at the exit of the alley, and saw Saria standing at the exit of the alley. When she looked at Saria, the corner of her mouth twitched first, and then turned downward.

"Oh, is it you?"

The Agor woman also recognized Saria. She picked up the pile of cans and stood up, her tone cold as if she was deliberately suppressing her emotions.

She said, "Why are you still hanging around outside so late?"

Saria: "I go out for a walk when I can't sleep at night. Besides, it's none of your business when I go out for a walk, right?"

The Agor woman was stunned after hearing this, then she lowered her head, passed by Saria, and walked out of the alley.

Her voice came from behind Saria:

"Sorry, I'm used to it. You and I aren't that familiar with each other, and what I'm going to do next has nothing to do with you. If you want to buy a drink with that thing, forget it. It's broken. Go somewhere else."

Saria felt that the tone of voice was familiar. She instinctively turned around and trotted over. She followed the Agor woman and asked her

:

"Did you smash this vending machine?"

Agor Woman: "Ah... yes, it swallowed my money and didn't give me change, so I let it swallow as much as it could. There is a lot of waste in Rhodes Island, and many things are old."

Saria: "Oh, I remember! You were the one who beat me up last time! It was at the convenience store. You knocked me down with just one punch."

Agor woman: "Then do you want to be beaten by me again?"

The Agor woman glanced at Saria, who was frightened by her eyes, but only paused for four or five seconds before following her.

Saria: "Wait for me! What's your name? I don't want to care about those things, I just...I...I want to be friends with you!"

Agor woman: "Ah? Friend... I don't need a useless friend like you."

The Agor woman walked faster.

Saria: "From what you say, you must have no friends, right?"

Agor woman: "Tsk! There were many in the past..."

Saria: "That means there are none now, haha, they must have been driven away by your bad temper..."

The cans were scattered all over the floor. Saria knelt down before she realized what was happening. Then she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. When she covered her abdomen with both hands, she found a big hole in her stomach...

A large hole through which you can see the street view behind from the front.

The Agor woman shattered her spine with one punch, leaving her unable to get up for a while.