Zongman: The Legend of the Demon Fox

Chapter 63 Who am I?
(This chapter is No.1 called perspective.)
"Where am I...?"

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was a strange ceiling.

"here it is……"

I glanced around and everything was so unfamiliar, it made me very insecure.

I turned over and got out of bed carefully trying not to make a sound.I'm going to open the door, at least to confirm the surrounding situation first, because I instinctively feel that doing so in an unknown environment is the most correct.

When I walked to the door, I suddenly didn't know what to do. The door didn't open by itself and there was no place to enter the password.

I know normal doors are weird if they open by themselves or require a code, but for some reason it just feels right to me.

Maybe I am a strange person myself. After all, I can't even remember who I am or what my name is, which is really strange.

Looking at the apparently ordinary wooden door, I simply smashed it with my fist.

For some reason, I always felt that this could open the door, but it obviously couldn't. My hand was swollen a lot, and the pain stimulated my nerves, which made me calm down a little.

I sat back on the bed and lowered my head to sort out my memory.

"Who am I here?"

"Can't remember."

"What did I do before?"

"I'm a fighter."

"What is a warrior?"

"A fighter is..."

I sat on the bed like this, asking and answering every sentence, but I couldn't remember half of my identity, including my name, gender, and even my personal relationship.

Just when I was confused about everything, I suddenly noticed a yellow paper bag next to the bed. There were quite a lot of things in the bag's bulging opening, and I didn't know what it was until I opened it.

"This is……"

I carefully checked it again and again, and after making sure it was just an ordinary bag, I opened it. The first thing that came into my sight was a form, which seemed to be someone's identity information.

"Name... Saitama?"

There is a photo on the information, it is a bald man with dull eyes, his head is very bright and looks quite smooth, but I have no impression of this man, it seems to be the first time I have seen it.

Since this thing appeared on my bedside, it must have something to do with me, so I continued to look through it. There was nothing special about it. It was just an ordinary person who worked as a physical education teacher in a certain school and started on Monday. Time to officially take office.

"It doesn't seem worth much..."

I casually put down the information in the file bag and looked around the house. The rooms are small but enough for one person to live in. When I walked to the bathroom, I couldn't help being stunned.

In the mirror, there is a bald head with a round head, his eyes are dull and he doesn't feel motivated, and the muscles all over his body are very well-proportioned, which should be the so-called golden ratio, but the most important thing is that I saw this look not long ago, at that In the photo on the portfolio.

"I'm that bald head..."

"Is my name Saitama?" I couldn't help asking myself.

Although it is written like that in the portfolio, I always feel that something is wrong, why?I can't remember anything. The knowledge in my head is to kill people except to command battles. It doesn't look like an ordinary citizen, let alone a physical education teacher. No school will let teachers teach children to kill. If there is That's definitely not a regular school.

"What the hell did I do before?"

I couldn't figure it out, so I just took the key I found in the file bag, randomly dug out a suit of clothes from the closet, put it on, and left the room.

There are very few pedestrians walking on the road, but I think it is just after the rush hour for work at this point in time.

"Ah, it hurts."

It seemed that I was bumped lightly by something, and when I came back to my senses, I found a child sitting on the ground.

"Uncle, don't you watch when you walk?"

It seems that this kid is very angry, and he is still shaking his fist at me.

However, after all, it was I who bumped into him and admitted his mistake.

"Sorry, I didn't notice it for a while... I didn't get hurt."

"Don't worry about it!"

I stretched out my hand to help the child up, but unexpectedly, I didn't give face.Today's kids are really hard to understand.However, it seems that I was not good at dealing with children before.

I feel like I'm remembering something.

boom!
At this moment, there was an explosion not far away, a piercing explosion.

I temporarily lost my hearing. I saw the gate of a bank not far away across the road being blasted open. A man wearing a black mask walked out with a big bag, probably money.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would also have a counterattack. When I woke up, I had superpowers. After reading novels and comics for so many years, I can also be the protagonist!"

The guy in the black mask stood there laughing alone like a psychopath, muttering some incomprehensible words.

If I were him, I would definitely kill everyone who saw me and delete the video before running away. If time is tight, I would just run and clean up all the evidence. Standing there and giggling like him, how do you think he is a dick Fool.

If you run to my army, you don't need to go to the battlefield, I will kill him directly.

Strange, I seemed to think of something again, but when I thought about it, I felt a tingling in my head, which caused me to stop my thinking.

At this moment, the kung fu police have surrounded the place, so I said to run quickly.

However, it seemed useless for the police to come, and they didn't dare to go forward at all, probably because they were concerned about the other party's strange abilities.However, although the people around are all surprised.No matter how I look at it, it seems normal.

I also don't understand that it's the first time I saw it, so all human beings are like this.

"Damn me! I'm the main character. How dare you stop me? I'll kill you!"

The man with the mask seemed to be angry. Of course, he might be afraid of being caught by the police, so he dragged the big bag and rushed outside.

His whole body was covered with red flames, and the clothes on his body and the big bag containing the money in his hand were all burned. Banknotes were flying all over the sky, and some banknotes were even still burning in the air.

"This guy probably has more brain problems than me. Everything is burned, and the robbery has a lot of meaning."

Regardless of the kid who was stunned by this scene, I turned around and planned to leave this noisy place, at least what I planned to do...

The man with flames erupting all over his body rushed towards me, and the police dared not approach him because of the fire all over his body, so no one stopped him. The child who was so scared that he sat on the ground had booger on his face. There were tears again, and there seemed to be a puddle of water between the legs. It seemed that he was scared to pee.

"Help~ life, help me~ woohoo."

I didn't look good when I saw him. My brain basically didn't stop thinking. Before I could think, my body moved involuntarily. I pushed the child away, and then immediately turned to face the man wrapped in flames.

I can't open other looks because I'm wrapped in flames but that doesn't matter anymore.I have to beat him first, even if I lose something.

"Bastard, get out of my way!"

Ignoring the guy's yelling, I lowered my body to avoid his punch and hugged him close to me. I lay back and put all my weight on him.

All the movements are synthesized in one go without a trace of dehydration. It seems that I have done this movement countless times.

"Bastard, let go of me! Otherwise, you will never want to live."

The person under me doesn't seem to be dead yet, but from my impression, there are not many people who take my trick and it's okay.

Just when I was about to make the next move to finish him off completely, there was quite a high heat coming from my body.

"I'm going to burn you to death."

The man roared like crazy, his strength seemed to be out of control.The scarlet karmic fire burned me and him, including the clothes, into fly ash in an instant. Fortunately, I don't have hair, otherwise my hair would be burned to charcoal.The cracked skin may not be counted as skin anymore. Most of my skin has turned into black charcoal, and even my muscles have atrophy symptoms.

But I know I can't let go, the fight is never let go until the last moment, because once let go it means defeat.

And I'm a fighter, and a fighter's life is always about fighting.

Even though I have forgotten many things, there is one thing I will never forget: I will fight to the last moment, this is my belief and my goal.

(End of this chapter)