Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 373 370. I am not you, you are not me

"What?" □□□ touched his chest in panic. This was the location of the [Soul Battery].

The self-healing speed slows down significantly, which means that the reserves of [Soul Battery] are about to be exhausted.

However, when he looked back at the tunnel he had dug, it was only about ten meters long, just a drop in the bucket.

"What's wrong?" Oscar noticed something was wrong and asked.

"I" □□□ looked at my hands in horror, like a patient who was declared terminally ill by a doctor, with something stuck in my throat but unable to speak:

"me."

"Could it be that the [energy] has run out?" Oscar guessed.

"Haha, it's over." □□□ said hoarsely: "Is this the end?"

"Don't be discouraged. Think about it. Maybe there is a way," Oscar comforted.

"There is a way." □□□ took a deep breath: "There is a way"

Suddenly, a horrifying thought came into his mind.

The battery in his body is powered by the [Soul]. If the zombie weapon wants to replenish the battery, there is another way besides using the official charging device of the KJ organization.
Directly devour the soul.

In other words, just eat other people's brains.

The conversion efficiency of this charging method is relatively low, but it is better than watching your energy run out.

Because of this, the combat rules of zombie weapons stipulate that when their energy sources are exhausted and cannot be replenished on the battlefield, they are allowed to actively devour the brains of other people, giving priority to the enemy.

There are countless failed experiments in this dungeon. Their souls are twisted and deformed, but they are not dead yet. They can only wander aimlessly in this hell, waiting for their bodies to gradually rot.

In other words, his only way out now is to hunt other monsters in the [Abandoned Pit], collect their souls, and then use the energy to dig an escape tunnel.

“But. Do I really want to do this?” □□□ covered his face with his hands, his eyes almost popping out.

He had experienced many battles in the [Abandoned Pit] and killed many monsters, but he was always the one who encountered the enemy passively and was forced to defend himself.

Now he has to take the initiative to hunt down those failed experiments, those victims who are as miserable as he is.
He could find countless reasons to deceive himself, saying that he was "avoiding danger urgently", that he was "freeing these monsters", that he "had no choice", but he could not deceive his own heart.

It is an indisputable fact that he will exploit and kill others and eat them alive for his own selfish desires.

Since his birth, he has been asked to play the role of a "hero", and then he was asked to play the role of a "superman" and a "saint".

Because of this, he always restrains himself with near-perfect moral standards.

Because of this, he is qualified to look down upon those [villains] and [evil men] and despise them with all his heart.

But if he were to start actively killing people to fulfill his own selfish desires, how would he be different from the "villains" and "evil men" that he once hated the most?
In order to escape from this damn prison, to stop KJ's conspiracy. Even for the most noble goal, does he have the right to do this?
In other words, as long as it is for the purpose of achieving a noble goal, even such inhumane means as "cannibalism" can be permitted?
“.”□□□ breathed heavily, and every breath felt like a knife cutting.

He was unwilling to give up his only hope of escape and let himself rot in this hell.
"Bark, bark, bark!"

Just as he was caught in a painful dilemma, two rotten corpse dogs rushed into the blood pool as if they had found their prey and attacked him ferociously.

While he was digging the tunnel, he had been attacked by no less than ten groups of monsters. They were all attracted by the noise here.

□□□'s eyes moved slightly, and he pushed his palm accurately on the forehead of a corpse dog, sending it flying.

The other corpse dog pounced on □□□'s arm, and he quickly grabbed its throat and strangled it.

The two dead dogs were dealt with in an instant, but □□□ did not seem very happy.

The bitten arm began to heal itself, the wound gradually shrank and healed, and the whole process took more than twenty seconds.

Before, this kind of wound would not take more than five seconds to heal.

Now he was like Ultraman with a flashing red light. If he continued like this, his [Soul Battery] would soon be exhausted, and he would lose his ability to heal himself, and his body would quickly decay, leaving him no chance of escaping.

□□□Looking at the two dead dog corpses on the ground, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and lick his tongue.

In a trance, he grabbed a dead dog, unscrewed its skull, and stared at the red and white brain in the bone bowl.

Although he was unwilling, his survival instinct craved this fresh soul. He was very hungry now.

It's like a traveler who has been dehydrated in the desert for several days seeing a sweet spring, or like a hungry refugee smelling the aroma of wine and meat.

Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation and took a bite.

Suddenly, he felt a lot more relaxed and his hunger subsided slightly.

□□□ grabbed another corpse dog and swallowed the red fruit containing the blue ghost in one gulp.

"It's not enough, it's not enough." □□□ felt that his hunger was like a bottomless pit with no end in sight, almost swallowing him up.

Muttering in panic, □□□ ran out of the blood pool and headed towards the depths of the [Abandoned Pit].

When he came to his senses, he had already eaten a sumptuous feast.

Looking back, the road was littered with the corpses of headless monsters, or rather, the corpses of victims of the experiments.

"I" □□□ half-knelt on the ground in despair, covering my face with my hands: "I did it, I still did it."

"."

"Yeah, you did it too~ After all this time, the righteous [hero] actually did such a cruel thing~" A frivolous young man's voice sounded in his ears. □□□ turned around and found a young man dressed in urban casual clothes standing next to him, looking at him with a sly smile.

"Adachi Shin"□□□'s eyes widened in shock.

"Well~ This is how society is. Either you eat others or you are eaten. This is reality, so I have never done anything wrong~" Adachi Shin shrugged and said sarcastically:

"On the contrary, you, the sanctimonious little devil, wanted to be the messenger of justice so much that you tried so hard to get me caught, saying that you would give me the punishment I deserved. In the end, what's the difference between you and me? No, at least I haven't killed anyone, haha, hahaha~!"

□□□ turned his head away with difficulty, ignoring Adachi Shin's ridicule.

"So, you should understand now, right?" Hijikata Hitoshi suddenly appeared in front of him, leaning against the wall, his voice full of vicissitudes and helplessness:
"Many tragedies in this world cannot be solved by laws and beautiful fantasies. I have never done anything wrong in [punishing] bullies, just like what you did here. I don't think it's wrong either."

"I"□□□'s thoughts surged, I stared in panic, and couldn't speak.

"What do you mean by having to obey the law and morals? At this moment, are the laws and morals that you respect giving you any help?" Hijikata Hitoshi walked up to him, staring at him with bloodshot eyes:
"You are in hell now, and so are I and those bullied kids. For both you and us, isn't 'an eye for an eye' the only way we can do?"

"You are too idealistic. You don't understand our pain and demands at all. Instead, you become an accomplice of those perpetrators and pedants. When you are in a hell similar to ours, you will naturally do the same as us to hate, retaliate, and kill. Even if you accidentally hurt innocent people, it is not a reason for us to stop."

"So, you are the one who is more pathetic than me now, □□□!"

□□□ took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Enough. Shut up."

"Ah, hey, hey~ I'm really disappointed, what a nice guy~" Hisui Jirokichi walked over with his hands in his pockets:

"Is this the extent of your Justice? Seriously, I still have a glimmer of hope for this world."

“No.” He scratched his face with his fingers in confusion.

"You said that you wanted us to live in gratitude." Huajiang Shengyin appeared beside him and said coldly and disappointedly: "In the end, you are the only one who fell the deepest in hatred."

"I'm sorry, I know you had no choice but to do this." Gangshan Quantai crossed his arms, looking embarrassed: "But I really can't accept it. Even you did such a cruel thing. I really don't know who to trust."

"My idea has always been correct. Only the winner can represent [correctness]." Iwata walked over with a wooden sword in his hand, followed by a group of Fukuoka kendo enthusiasts, all looking down on him coldly:
"We just wanted to revive Fukuoka Kendo and restore our brother's glory, but we lost. So we were robbed of our [correctness] by a brain-eating monster. How sad!"

"Tsk, you hypocritical trash, what qualifications do you have to judge me?" Mi Zhijingtai, who was covered in blood, covered his ears and cursed, with anger in his eyes.

"I'm really unwilling to be taught a lesson by such a guy." Ushimura Reikichi, who was covered in blood, said resentfully.

"Jiuzhou, you are such a bad student who says one thing and does another~" Teacher Jiangniao said gloomily: "Hurry up and wipe the juice from the corner of your mouth, it's disgusting."

The "crazy monster" Suzuki, Karasawa, and Takatsuki stared at him with horror and disgust: "We really misjudged you. We regarded you as a role model in life."

"Jiuzhou Cheng, answer me! Is this your [Martial Virtue]?" Senior Yachuan looked at him with disgust: "Who can you save if you are like this?!"

“No wait.” □□□ denied hastily: “I am I am not. Shut up! Everyone wait a moment!”

There were more and more people around him, and they were getting denser and denser. Everyone mocked and scolded him, torturing his soul.

□□□ finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he got up and ran away, wanting to escape as far away as possible, to escape as far away from the guilt in his heart.

Finally, there were no more scolding voices around, and they all disappeared. Instead, a new figure appeared in front of □□□.

It was the back of a young man, with a strong back and slim waist, steady steps, and an imposing manner, obviously a martial artist. He stood quietly in the same place, but the hem of his training clothes fluttered without wind, and a fierce spirit burst out of his body.

"Chen Jiuzhou" □□□ said: "You are. Chen Jiuzhou."

The warrior didn't say anything, just stood there and nodded slightly.

"Hey, you are a great hero, right?" □□□ asked anxiously and at a loss: "Hey, [Great Hero of Yanhuang]! Tell me what I should do, what is the right thing to do?!"

"."The warrior stood quietly.

"Hey! Speak! Answer me, hero!" □□□ was anxious and angry, with a tone of collapse: "Tell me, what would you do if it were you. What would the [hero] do?! Tell me!!"

"." After a moment of silence, the warrior began to chant, like an old monk chanting, whispering:
"I am not you, and you are not me."

“!!!” □□□ stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

"I am not you, and you are not me."

The warrior repeated it again, then walked deeper into the tunnel without looking back and disappeared.

"I am not you, you are not me. I am not you. You are not me." □□□ muttered in fear and anger, his eyes becoming more and more confused, as if covered by a thick fog:
"I am not you, and you are not me. Who am I? Who am I! Who am I!!"

".Hahahaha. Fuck it."

After repeating it for a while, □□□ suddenly laughed eerily and strangely as if he had suddenly gained enlightenment.

"The true self is not me, there is nothing. There is nothing originally, so where can dust gather?"

He is good for nothing. He is just a monster without identity and meaning who exists by pretending to be someone else. He is neither Chen Jiuzhou nor Jiuzhou Cheng; he is neither a "great hero" nor a "coward".

He is just a zombie who can neither be a hero nor a superman, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a human being.

If that's the case, why should I insist on being a hero, insist on being a human being, and insist on getting involved in worldly troubles?
Everything is just my wishful thinking, everything is just ridiculous and pathetic useless effort.

□□□ laughed to himself, and the last string in his heart finally broke quietly.

He didn't remember what the meaning of the string was. He just felt that he was no longer troubled. Instead, he walked deeper into the dungeon with a smile, continuing to look for other living things.

(End of this chapter)