Hero? I'm just here to borrow power!

The girl, who had just mustered the courage to invite Chu Zihang to ride home together, involuntarily took several steps back the moment she heard the man's voice, without even realizing that her body had moved.

Her face was drained of color, and her eyes were filled with fear, like a little rabbit that had always lived in a warm cage, suddenly facing a real lion on the grassland.

Chu Zihang also felt this terrifying and powerful aura.

However, his reaction was noticeably stronger than that of the girl beside him.

He first calmly declined the girl's invitation, ignoring her terrified eyes that seemed to ask, "Do you need me to call the police for you?" He watched her escape into her car with a sigh of relief before turning to the man in front of him and giving him a slight nod.

Chu Zihang is indeed his name.

Although he also has another name.

The man's expression turned very strange, as if he was wondering if his luck was unreal. Then, as if to confirm something, he asked again.

"Your name is Chu Zihang, and this is Shilan Middle School. So... do you know a junior named Lu Mingfei?"

Now it was Chu Zihang's turn to be surprised.

Although he was highly regarded at the school for his excellence in all aspects, he actually didn't know many students from other grades. For example, he couldn't remember the name of that brave girl.

However, the student named "Lu Mingfei," who was an ordinary, even somewhat useless, junior in the eyes of most people, was one of the few students he had paid attention to and knew by name.

However, facing those terrifying pupils that seemed to be burning with golden flames, Chu Zihang knew very well that if he lied, he would be exposed without mercy in the first instance.

Despite this, he was quite confident in his poker face.

"I wouldn't say I know him, but there is indeed such a person."

After a quick moment of consideration, Chu Zihang responded.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you asking me these questions?" This time, it was Chu Zihang's turn to ask the other party in return.

"Bai Ye, my name is Bai Ye."

Upon hearing Chu Zihang's reply, the man named Bai Ye broke into a bright smile, appearing extremely pleased.

It's like someone randomly picking up a lottery ticket while out and about, only to find out they've won the top prize of five million.

"As for why I'm asking you these questions... I can't say for now." Bai Ye smiled mysteriously.

"Looks like no one's picking you up today? Would you like me to give you a ride?"

In Chu Zihang's eyes, the man in front of him did not move at all, but the moment he finished speaking, a huge motorcycle with an exaggerated design, silver-red body and full of futuristic technology appeared out of thin air in front of him, as if it had been directly teleported from another dimension.

……

Chu Zihang returned home.

The "father" is still busy working at his company; the mother is still in a glittering bar, sharing the latest designer bags and boring afternoon tea gossip with her best friends.

Although the housekeeper prepared a delicate and sumptuous dinner for him, and the food was at the perfect temperature, the house did not feel like home to him at all.

No one even knew that after school today, he didn't take a taxi as usual, but instead rode home on the back of a strange man's motorcycle. The motorcycle, which he called "Motor Pegasus," was so fancy that it looked like a prop from a science fiction movie, but it didn't have a license plate.

Back in his bedroom, Chu Zihang leaned against the bed, lost in thought.

"A magician? Or some kind of street performance artist?"

He couldn't figure out the true identity of the man named Bai Ye.

But he knew that the man was like himself, and that he was very strong. If he wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need to use any tricks or schemes.

Whether it was the seemingly professional security guards at the school gate or the police patrolling the streets... in short, none of the worldly forces that Chu Zihang could perceive could stop that man.

It's just a feeling, an intuition that comes from the depths of one's blood.

But it was precisely because of this intuition that he got on Bai Ye's motorcycle. When an existence is so powerful that it can ignore any resistance you may have, what is the point of refusing its invitation?

After dropping him off at his doorstep, the man sped away without even saying goodbye.

Just as Chu Zihang sensed, it seemed that the other party had only given him the gift on a whim and had no intention of harming him or anything else.

He's such a strange and incomprehensible person.

Chu Zihang couldn't understand the motives behind all of this man's actions.

So he temporarily put this mysterious and boring matter out of his mind and refocused his consciousness on playing the role of the "perfect high school student".

……

In the following days, Chu Zihang could see the man at the school gate every time he got out of school.

It was as if they were waiting specifically for me.

No, he wasn't waiting for him.

Because every time Chu Zihang saw him, he was looking up at the sky with a focused yet empty gaze, as if there was something in the sky that was more worthy of his attention than the bustling crowd on the ground.

What he was waiting for was something from the sky.

However, the man named Bai Ye also underwent some changes. His clothes, which initially seemed somewhat out of place, gradually changed into casual wear that conformed to current trends. His originally sharp sense of "unconventionality" also faded somewhat.

Like a solitary traveler who doesn't belong to this world, I am slowly learning and adapting to the disguise of this world.

However, even if a solitary traveler adapts to their current environment, they are merely a solitary passerby.

The sense of loneliness emanating from him stood out starkly against the bustling noise of the surrounding traffic.

Lonely...?

Sitting in his classroom chair, Chu Zihang stared blankly out the window, a rare sight for him.

"Chu Zihang, now you answer this question."

The teacher's sudden question caused a moment of unprecedented panic to appear on his almost perpetually expressionless face.

What is the definition of a prime number?

Fortunately, even if he was temporarily distracted, Chu Zihang, being the perfect student, would not be stumped by such a simple question.

"A prime number is a natural number greater than 1 that has no factors other than 1 and itself." Chu Zihang stood up and answered the teacher's question in a measured and methodical manner. His voice was not loud, but it clearly carried throughout the entire classroom.

"Therefore, it cannot be divided by any natural number other than 1 and itself."

Prime numbers are the loneliest of all numbers.

After school, Chu Zihang came to the school gate again.

No one came to pick him up, and he still planned to go to the intersection to hail a taxi home as usual.

However, as he passed by Bai Ye, he inexplicably stopped and couldn't help but ask him a question.

"what are you waiting for?"

Upon hearing Chu Zihang's words, Bai Ye finally turned his gaze away from the sky.

He lowered his head, and his dark, night-like pupils slowly focused on Chu Zihang's face, shifting their gaze from the empty sky.

"Rain, I'm waiting for it to rain," he said, then leaned lazily against the telephone pole and looked up at the sky again.

"When the sky meets the wind, the downpour will arrive in an instant."

For some reason, a sentence suddenly popped into Chu Zihang's mind.

He even uncontrollably whispered those words aloud.

Upon hearing Chu Zihang utter these words, Bai Ye's previously somewhat languid expression seemed to shift slightly in surprise. He looked at Chu Zihang again, his eyes now filled with a hint of inquiry.

"So, what will you do when the rainstorm comes?"

As Chu Zihang asked this question, he himself was unaware that a thick, molten gold color had appeared deep within his dark eyes.

Bai Ye looked at him, a smile curving her lips.

"Of course, kill the sky and the wind."

……

A few days later, the torrential rain really came.

It was a clear, sunny afternoon with not a cloud in the sky. But as soon as the school bell rang, leaden clouds instantly covered the entire sky within minutes, and the whole world went dark, as if someone had flipped a light switch.

With a thunderous roar that ripped through the sky, thousands of tons of water seemed to be poured down from the Milky Way by a giant god, while the howling winds transformed into invisible hands that violently slapped the water apart and then spread it evenly and violently across every corner of the city.

Private cars were not originally allowed to enter the campus of Shilan Middle School.

However, because of this sudden, almost natural disaster-like rainstorm, all the parents were afraid that their precious children would get wet, so the playground was now as lively as a market, with all kinds of luxury cars parked haphazardly, and the rainstorm filled with the anxious sound of car horns and the loud shouts of parents.

Chu Zihang stood by the classroom window, looking towards the school gate, but the figure who always stayed there after school had disappeared.

That's normal. After all, with such heavy rain, who would be foolish enough to stand at the school gate and get soaked?

Or did he really go and kill "Sky and Wind" as he had told himself a few days ago?

Now that the downpour has arrived, that strange man must have lost to "the sky and the wind," right?

Chu Zihang thought to himself, and then for some reason, he laughed out loud. Perhaps he himself found his own inexplicable thoughts ridiculous.

However, with such heavy rain, he couldn't hail a taxi.

The taxis outside the school gate had all run out in this terrible weather. After all, for this coastal city, the culprit behind the torrential rain is always the monster called the typhoon.

I have no choice but to find someone to pick me up.

Chu Zihang took out his phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally sent a text message to a name in his contacts.

The song ends and everyone disperses.

He was the only one left in the classroom; most of the students outside had been picked up by their families in their cars.

In the pouring rain, it was as dark as midnight outside the classroom. Only one young boy, his head covered by his school uniform jacket, was hurrying through the rain, looking as disheveled as a stray dog.

That was a notorious loser at school, and also the junior student Bai Ye had asked him about before, named Lu Mingfei.

He ran so fast that Chu Zihang didn't even have time to call him back and ask if he wanted a ride.

Finally, a car drove into the now empty campus.

It drew an elegant arc through the rain and came to a stop in front of the teaching building.

That was a Maybach, a Maybach 62.

And it was undoubtedly there to pick up Chu Zihang.

……

That was a rainy night that Chu Zihang would never forget.

He was picked up by his biological father—not the successful man his mother remarried, but a "driver" driving a Maybach 62, the man who had deceived his mother and often deceived him, Chu Tianjiao.

In the car, the man's trivial remarks annoyed Chu Zihang.

From the car's price tag of nine million to the ingenious heating function in the back seat, he kept clumsily trying to find topics to talk about with Chu Zihang, but he had no idea that what Chu Zihang needed was a father, not a meticulous driver.

It was uncommon for Chu Zihang to lose his temper.

The reason was that Chu Tianjiao told him to work hard so that his "father" could use his connections to help him in the future, so that he could have a better life.

However, in Chu Zihang's heart, his real father was actually the down-on-his-luck driver in front of him, who was driving a luxury car.

Their father-son drama did not last long.

When they realized they were driving on an overpass with no beginning and no end, shrouded in a storm, from which they could never leave, Chu Zihang understood that the man named Bai Ye was right.

The sky and the wind can be killed.

But now, the sky and the wind have come to kill me.

On a rainy night, a Maybach traveling at 120 kilometers per hour had its door suddenly knocked on.

The monster known as "Deadpool," mutated from dragon blood, is tightly gripping the nine-million-dollar luxury car, its face contorted with greed and grotesque expressions.

It was only then that Chu Zihang finally understood why Chu Tianjiao was unable to fulfill his promise to himself and his mother.

The seemingly disheveled man was actually a hybrid of dragon and human blood. From the hidden compartment of the Maybach's door, Chu Tianjiao pulled out an umbrella. However, where the umbrella ribs should have been, a long and deadly Japanese sword was instead placed.

Mitsurugi Murasame.

That's the name of this knife.

Chu Tianjiao accelerated the Maybach to its limit, the pointer hurtling wildly toward 275 kilometers per hour, while the "Deadpools" clinging to the car doors outside followed this terrifying speed like maggots clinging to bones.

Chu Tianjiao drew his Murasame sword and thrust it through the car door. With the immense acceleration, this legendary demonic blade sliced ​​through the steel-like bodies of the "Deadpools" as easily as cutting tofu. Thick, black blood instantly soaked the entire car window.

His own father was surprisingly agile.

Faced with the overwhelming horde of Deadpool's hordes, he actually managed to fight his way out.