My life can't be a harem game!

Without any warning, he appeared in front of himself and his human minions. Without any warning, he picked up the black stick in his hand and waved it non-stop, shouting "justice" while reaping the lives of ordinary humans.

This is not the same as justice.

This is completely different from the behavior of those self-proclaimed righteous people I have met. They will sing the greatness of human life, and they will talk about the value of peace like fools, but they will not take action, they will not... kill!

"For justice, there is always a small group of people who need to be sacrificed."

But when I asked, I got this answer. At that time, he had just stepped on a man's chest. After saying that, he killed the gang member who kept begging for mercy without hesitation. It was too horrible, so horrible that even I felt that the man in front of me must have a problem with his brain...

So-called human beings all have their own families. Why can this guy ignore the families behind those people, those innocent old people and children?

This seems a bit twisted.

Even an inhuman demon like it could sense that something was wrong.

Now, is it my turn for so-called justice?

The silent pursuit and threat always hangs at a considerable distance behind him, not too close nor too far, giving him enough sense of danger but not taking the initiative to attack, preparing to wait until he is completely exhausted before coming to give him the final blow...

Is this guy a little too despicable?

"Is this what so-called justice is all about? Chasing and killing. Just like a hunter, he chases his prey until he is exhausted and then kills it."

If justice is really this horrible, then it is too terrible.

"I don't know about others, but for me, justice is the goal and the means are not important." In response to her doubts, the masked man shrugged, "As long as it is just in the end, there is no need to care about other things. This is what my teacher taught me." When he mentioned the word "teacher", he was obviously respectful.

"Really? Did the teacher teach you that?"

The demon's tone suddenly softened, and then without any warning, flashes of lightning burst out from all directions with him as the center.

"Well, if I kill you I will go find your master and make him go to hell with you!"

The name of the most advanced life form in the Evil Path Research Institute is definitely not for nothing. Even though its body is riddled with holes and its strength is exhausted, it still recovered nearly 50% of its strength in the short time of the conversation. It may not be able to fight back, but it can at least be said to have the strength to fight.

The masked man, who was able to hang behind his prey like a hunter and wait for it to be exhausted before delivering the final blow, could of course see the purpose of its conversation with him, but he did not try to stop it...

Hate, hate a battle that is definitely going to be won.

I like it. I like the satisfaction I get from the collision of fists and bodies.

If I did it purely for justice before, now I will just be a little satisfied. My...

"Battle Desire."

The masked man grasped the black stick beside him with his hands covered with calluses. He gently twisted his head, and the joints of his body made crisp crackling sounds. An unprecedented fierce murderous aura surged from his body. "How arrogant! When you are hammered into a pulp, I will listen carefully to see if you can still speak!!!"

"I never eat people, but if it were you, I would electrocute you into charcoal, chop you into pieces, and eat you whole!!!"

The blue electric light covered its body again, and its streamlined body floated upwards. It held the sword across its body, and its red eyes gradually shone.

"Roar!!!"

Without any words, holding the black iron stick and roaring wildly, the muscles on his legs almost burst the tights, and the masked man's body was like a chariot running at high speed, crushing it fiercely.

Without any fear, it gently spun its body around as if it was adapting to the flow of air. It then flapped its wings, and the airflow surrounded it, accelerating again and again. Finally, its body turned into a silver-white shadow and rushed towards the masked man.

Silver-white and black, swords and giant sticks kept colliding and intertwining in the air. Sharp explosions and piercing roars rang out in the rainy night, and the sound rolled into the distance like thunder.

"Boom!"

It's thunder!

"Ping!!!"

What suppressed the thunder was the explosion caused by the collision of weapons.

"I like...pain!"

There were bloody wounds on the shoulders, calves, and lower ribs. No one could see clearly how fast the stick in the masked man's hand was swinging. Only the sparks that exploded when it collided with the opponent could prove that it still existed.

"Injury represents the effort to move forward. Pain proves that you are still alive. Only the dead will not be injured or feel pain. So, I like pain very much, I also love fighting, and I like justice even more!" The masked man roared ferociously.

"And you--!?"

During the battle, the person he was questioning was none other than the demon man in front of him, whose ribs were sunken and whose sword was covered with cracks.

Damn it, damn it, damn it——!!!

It wanted to retort but couldn't. At this moment its condition was already very precarious. If it relaxed even a little, it would be defeated.

Not as expected... No, it’s even more powerful than expected!

Why is this damn human so strong? His physical fitness is so strong, and there are many technologies in this world that can change a person's body, but why is his fighting skills so proficient, as if he has crawled out of a desperate battlefield countless times, full of murderous intent, full of despair and coldness, and every attack and defense predicts the next attack. This kind of horrible battle prediction, where on earth did this monster come from in the peaceful human world! ?

On the surface, it seemed that he had the upper hand and the other party was bleeding, but in fact, it was this man who had the absolute upper hand. The bleeding was purely superficial. Up to now, he had only hit him once, but that one time was so severe that now all the organs in his body were in disarray and he could no longer keep up...

"Am I going to die?"

He found that every time he resisted, his strength would be lost faster. The opponent's black iron stick seemed to be increasing indefinitely. The devil understood for the second time that there were more people in the world who could destroy him than just that strange man. He also understood that at this moment, he would die as a freshman...

"There is a flaw!!!"

After a roar, the battle came to an end.

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ps; Don’t even mention starting a new book, I still have to make up a chapter tomorrow... [crying]

98. Good luck? Bad luck?

It was a bedroom, but also a ward. Lying on the bed, with bruises all over his face, Medio watched the man in front of him apply medicine to him without saying a word. He didn't feel any pain at all...

It's not that he is so manly, but he can become immune to pain immediately after being beaten up. It's all because the person who treated him was so skilled. If his eyes hadn't clearly told him that he was applying medicine to him, he would have thought it was a breeze just based on the feeling on his face.

I didn't get an anesthetic injection, but instead used something like medicated oil. After a simple application and oral medication, I actually felt that the pain was mostly healed... Of course, this was an illusion, because when I looked at the mirror from this angle, there were still a lot of lumps on my face.

Say thank you, thank the doctor for his kindness...

Just when he was about to say thank you, the other party suddenly stopped.

"Lv Fengxian, what's going on? You're so angry all of a sudden. If you use more force, I'm afraid she'll hang up before I can get to you. I'm afraid she'll call the funeral home by then."

The half-smiley expression and the tone that sounded like a game instantly dispelled his thoughts... What a joke, although I am not a big shot, I still have dignity. This guy is obviously treating me as a game. If I have to thank him for this, it would be too...

"Funeral home...it's not that serious, right?" Hearing him say that, Lu Fengxian felt a little guilty. Indeed, he had only roughly regulated his strength. If this guy's physique was as weak as he looked, he would probably be in great danger.

Fortunately, it is much more durable than it looks...

Just when Lu Fengxian was feeling thankful, he heard angry and arrogant shouting from outside the door.

"Be quiet, don't you know someone is sleeping? Even if you are gay, keep your voice down!!!"

The sound was made by Lv Mengchan in the next room. Although the house left by his parents was the most valuable of all the inheritance, it was just a small single-family house with a small balcony on the second floor. It was not very big, so they could hear each other's movements... After growing up, Lv Fengxian even had a very obscene idea, a very, very obscene idea...

"Won't it be troublesome when we have sex in the future?"

!! ?

He said it out loud, this guy actually said it out loud without any hesitation! ?

But I have to admit that I did have this idea when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school. After all, I hadn’t suffered from the second-year syndrome at that time, and my brain was still working well. Many girls liked me... Ahem, of course, this doesn’t mean that I want to become an adult at the age of playing games. It’s just that I have a beautiful imagination of the future. After all, dyeing my hair yellow, touching girls’ breasts all day long, and going in and out of nightclubs were all things that seemed quite beautiful to me at the time...

Not knowing that Lu Fengxian was reminiscing about his past, Ze Zhiyue turned around and suggested, "How about I introduce you to a beautiful engineer and pay for her with your body? I believe she will be very happy."

"I'm not so poor that I have to sell my body to decorate the house." Lu Fengxian refused with a twitch of his mouth, "Besides, my sister and I have a very good relationship. This matter is nothing... Put down the trumpet in your hand!!!" While screaming, Lu Fengxian pounced on Ze Zhiyue who was holding a yellow trumpet and seemed to want to play it. This guy was simply teasing his sister's endurance limit!

Turning around and wrapping his arms around Ze Zhiyue's neck, Lu Fengxian leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I just want to save face. Is there any need to humiliate me like this?"

"Hey, you said this yourself. You and your sister were so close that you almost slept in each other's arms in bed. Now you're so scared?" The place where he was clamped was slightly painful, but Ze Zhiyue still made a wink at him without looking nervous at all.

Grasping the key point of his words, Lu Fengxian was shocked and asked in a low voice, "Who said that she and I would hug each other and roll in bed together!?"

"Shit, I don't remember~~" Ze Zhiyue rolled his eyes helplessly, his tone was a bit iron-hearted. It was really eye-opening for him to find such a slow-witted man in the world. He still hadn't noticed the abnormality of his sister. It was really...

"Most people in the world are bound by common sense, and have no idea that true love cannot be bound, no matter life, old age, sickness or death, no matter how close the loved one is to oneself."

Just like the poet said, Ze Zhiyue has a deeper understanding of this. Sometimes love really comes without any signs, which makes people...

"Ze Zhiyue, what's wrong with you today? You seem so sour."

Lu Fengxian glanced at Ze Zhiyue with a twitching face. He had no idea what was wrong with this guy today. Why did he start to sound sour while talking? This was really unlike his style...

Noticing that Lu Fengxian was looking at him with confused eyes like a curious baby, Ze Zhiyue couldn't help shaking his head and criticized, "So you are a DT..."

"Huh, what does this have to do with that!?" Lu Fengxian was stunned, and he was getting more and more confused about the current situation. At the same time, he couldn't refute Ze Ze Zhi Yue calling him DT. After all, it was an indisputable fact that he was still a virgin, and there was no way to refute it....

I didn't quite understand what he said, but I could sense a hint of ambiguity coming from Ze Zhiyue's mouth. Immediately, an obscene smile appeared on Medio's face, which had been beaten like a pig's head.

"Can you tell me what the two of you are talking about?"

But before Lu Fengxian could give a response, Ze Zhiyue beside him smiled and replied, "With pleasure."

He ignored the confused Lü Fengxian and put his arm on Medio's shoulder and started to mutter in a low voice. Although Lü Fengxian disdained to listen to such a conversation, the naughty child Feng still blew the intermittent conversation into his ears...

"Really? There really is something in this world that looks like a pornographic game!?"

"It's absolutely true. Some time ago, I was..."

"This, this is also great..."

What are these two idiots talking about?

Seeing Medio's slight resistance at the beginning turn into a somewhat lustful look, and Ze Zhiyue also put his arms around his shoulders like a brother, and they seemed to be having a very heated conversation. For some reason, Lu Fengxian always felt that something was wrong... Could these two guys really be gay?

My worries are definitely not groundless. For now, I won't talk about Ze Zhiyue. As long as there is love, he can accept anything. From what I know, his love history seems to include girls dressed as women. The other one looks quite safe, but God knows what Ze Zhiyue's taste is...

Medio himself made her feel very insecure. According to this guy, he came here purely for love, and everything else was nothing but clouds in his eyes. He was a typical free-spirited type. It was not surprising that such a person liked Ze Zhiyue. After a brief physical contact, they felt that they were very compatible with each other, and then... Ugh....

"Your good luck is so good that it makes me jealous to tears."

A large number of extremely shocking images appeared in his mind. Just when Lu Fengxian's face turned blue and white and he wanted to vomit, Mei Ao turned his face, which was as big as a pig's head, and shouted with jealousy, envy and hatred.

"good luck?"

Hearing this in a trance, Lu Fengxian had a bitter smile on his face. Was he lucky? This was actually a very difficult question. Was he lucky? His parents had both passed away a long time ago, and he was constantly being visited by those so-called relatives to ask for the inheritance left by his parents, and they had taken away some of it more or less...

When she was a little older, my sister became a bad girl. She hung out outside every day and didn't go to school. She only started to come back home recently.

At school, he was living a quiet life, ready to drop out at any time to work and support his family. But his childhood sweetheart Yuno Agatsuma came back and set a lot of flags for him, and he was regarded as a public enemy by almost all the boys in the school.

After barely adapting, he was greeted with the tragic news that his sister was terminally ill. Whether for his deceased parents or for himself, he had to try his best to save her, even if the number required was astronomical. It was an obligation and a responsibility.

He made money, and kept making money, but in the end he learned that his sister's illness could not be cured by money, which was a panacea. The only thing that could really save her was something that was regarded as a treasure by the demi-humans. He needed to fight and become a hero who could be compared with the top warriors of the demi-humans to get a chance to seize it.

An opportunity does not guarantee that you will definitely get it. At most, it can be regarded as giving yourself a chance to work hard....

In this way, can I be considered lucky? To put it bluntly, the worst bad luck god in the world is not as handsome as me. It is as if I have been favored by the god of misfortune. My luck keeps declining and there is no sign of recovery at all.

Am I an unfortunate person?

This is also quite difficult to explain. Although life has not given me a direct door to a new happy life, it has given me the opportunity to work hard. The ability to peek into ten years later allows me to almost foresee everything in the present, and know the consequences of each of my choices, and choose the safest route.

Because of the so-called changes, the emptiness that originally surrounded him began to dissipate, and was replaced by so-called friends and relatives. His sister, who would never have had much contact with him in this life, came back, and Ze Zhiyue, who had lost his bulldozer personality and was a rare talent, became a good friend of his.

Because of the change, he got a genetic drug and his body became as strong and ferocious as a monster.

Because of the change, his own seeds seemed to have become a hot commodity. He used to worry about not being able to find a girlfriend in the future, but now, as long as he called, no matter what type, no matter what country, as long as there was one in this world, the Evil Dao Research Institute and Ze Zhiyue would probably be happy to catch it for breeding to see what kind of creature his seeds would breed.

No longer ordinary, no longer worried about the future, possessing the ultimate power that humans cannot imagine...

Just considering these, I am happy.

I have gained too much, learned too much, and lost too much. Now I have no idea whether my life is lucky or unfortunate. I have many online friends but cannot protect my offline friends. At the very least, I must protect the sister my parents left for me...

I can't figure it out. What on earth is the so-called destiny? It seems to have its own rules and yet it seems to have no rules at all. It moves forward without rules, giving me good luck and misfortune at the same time. This really proves the saying that the way of heaven is unpredictable...

"Hey, hey, I just complimented you, why are you so stunned? Does my compliment make you so happy?"

Medio's inopportune shout interrupted Lu Fengxian's thoughts and brought his train of thought back to where it was wandering.

"What are you thinking about? Fengxian, please make some arrangements for me now." Ze Zhiyue spoke, quite unhappy with the fact that he was distracted.

"Arrangements?" Lu Fengxian muttered to himself in a dreamy voice, "What arrangements do you want?"

"Yeah, you don't want me to go back so late, do you? Haven't you heard recently? There are a lot of female perverts out there..." Ze Zhiyue expressed his "worry".

"Are you afraid of women?" Lu Fengxian asked in surprise after he came to his senses.

"I'm afraid that if they pester me, I will skip classes tomorrow and my credits will be deducted. I have to get the title of "Three Good Students" this quarter..." Ze Zhiyue narcissistically pushed his hair aside.

Three good students?

Medio, who was standing next to him, almost dropped his jaw in shock. Only then did he notice that Ze Zhiyue was wearing the uniform of Amano Castle Ninth Middle School. This guy who exuded a rotten smell all over his body was actually a student?