SEC Chapter 68 Brother Wunian, I Don't Want to Die
Chapter 68 Brother Wunian, I Don't Want to Die
No one noticed the person's arrival; the man appeared silently, causing the team leader's heart to tighten suddenly, and he almost drew his knife. However, when he saw the newcomer's face, the team leader's shock was palpable; he even doubted his own eyes, unable to believe that what he was seeing was real.
"Mo Wunian? What brings you here!"
"you are not……"
"Shut up! Which direction are Nan Chui and the others going?!"
"Say"
He completely ignored the other person's question and turned to ask another person for directions to the support team. This sudden action left the other person speechless and stunned on the spot.
Seeing Mo Wunian's blood-stained uniform and deathly pale face, the man seemed even more helpless, unsure of how to react.
"Dude... but you don't look much better either."
"I told you to say it!"
"They...they should still be stalling for time in the valley ahead...that's the only place they can attack..."
Upon receiving the reply, he had no time to think of anything else; the surrounding noise assaulted his thoughts like a surging tide. Extending his senses into the distance, he seemed to feel the intense vibration, and his heart tightened.
He shook his head, trying desperately to calm himself down, and turned to walk in the direction he sensed, but the anxious yet familiar voice in the distance made him stop in his tracks.
"teacher!"
"do not go……"
He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the figure crouching on the ground. Golden eyes were filled with helplessness and panic, a silent plea for him to stay.
"..."
"Avoiding inflammation; everyone has their own different responsibilities."
"As a military medic, your job now is to treat the wounded."
"And I... am his captain."
"They are their superiors."
"It is my duty to save them..."
"At least……"
"We need to ascertain their current situation."
"Mo Wunian! You are also one of my supervisors!"
"You know that's a tsunami-level aftershock... What if... what if..."
What if you don't come back? What if you just leave like this?
What if... I never see you again?
Seeing that the other person remained unmoved, Ji Yan struggled to his feet, trying to pull the man away. However, the injured man was right beside him, preventing him from getting away. He could only hurriedly treat the injured man's wounds while desperately trying to persuade the man to stop his mad behavior in a hoarse voice. Finally, he lowered his head helplessly, his whole being enveloped by unprecedented despair:
He knew he couldn't persuade that person.
No one can make that person stop now.
"……yes"
I am still your manager.
"So...I definitely, definitely..."
"Will come back"
Time was running out, and it was hard to sense the increasingly chaotic and violent frequency emanating from the battle... At the same time, he also sensed the faint frequency of struggle.
The others realized what he was trying to do and rushed over to stop his suicidal act. He simply turned his head, silently closed his eyes, and slowly conjured a longsword in his hand.
Time stood still
He dashed through the crowd, sprinting forward at full speed without hesitation. Though the moment of respite was only a few seconds, it was enough to leave them far behind. As he ran, that familiar sound echoed in his ears once more. He heard those sounds again:
Help me...it hurts so much...
I...want to go home...
[Buy time! It's charging at us...]
We...can't go back.
"...a bunch of idiots..."
"Is intelligence more important than human lives? Why leave it all there..."
"They're all brainless... How could they believe Nan Chui's words..."
“…woo”
Hurry! Hurry up! Why can't he see that place yet? Why does he have to go and take a nap?!
If he hadn't chosen to rest... if he had analyzed the intelligence a little more...
Would this prevent such a thing from happening?
This was his mistake...it was his fault!
Struggling to raise his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, all he could see were the remnants of a raging fire. Corpses littered the ground... blood stained the earth. The colossal beast hovered above the valley, its massive form blotting out the sun, and right before his eyes, it reduced everything to ashes...
He only saw one person's figure.
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He was dying.
This was Nan Chui's only thought.
He could no longer feel the pain; all he could see was bright red. He was completely paralyzed, only able to look up as the monster that had killed countless of his comrades hovered high in the sky, devouring everything in its path.
"The intelligence... has it been sent out, hasn't it..."
"As expected, we're facing a tsunami-level power..."
"We are so insignificant, we can't even compare to a grain of sand..."
His strength was completely exhausted, and everything in his vision became blurry and uncertain. At that moment, the monster let out a piercing scream, its flight path erratic and unstable, yet it still fiercely stretched out its claws and pounced straight at him.
Will he be torn in two like the people around him?
His mind had already begun to race; his brief life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, and he no longer had the strength to grip his weapon tightly.
"...Mom and Dad...can't come home for Chinese New Year this year..."
But he... didn't want to just stay here!
He promised so many people... but he didn't do anything.
His memory lingered on that noisy, blood-stained place. He stood at the doorway, looking at the person squatting on the ground, making no attempt to treat their wounds, and felt a deep sense of helplessness.
[When faced with unexpected situations... they send me a request for help.]
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he remembered the person who would always respond to those around him, no matter when or where.
"Help me! Brother Wunian!"
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared before his eyes, the sharp blade forcefully deflecting the opponent's attack. Even so, a gruesome wound was still slashed across his abdomen, blood gushing forth. Yet, it was this very sword strike that allowed him to survive in that desperate situation.
At this moment, that urgent cry had completely taken over his mind and body.
"Nan Chui! You idiot, have you completely forgotten what I told you?!"
"Mo Wunian...!"
He shouted the person's name with almost all his might, wanting to say something more, but suddenly the scenery before him became chaotic. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself at the mouth of a valley, far from the center of the battlefield.
"Cough cough cough..."
Nan Chui was stunned. He had no idea when that person had arrived, nor what methods had been used to get him here. He was powerless to do anything but lie on the ground, watching the figure stand alone, facing a beast many times its own size.
"I'm late... a little too late..."
"Just a little bit more... even this idiot..."
"I couldn't save them."
The frequency of the key in the space was exhausted by him, and time resumed its flow in his world. He summoned the sword back into his palm, looked up at the fickle, ferocious heron hovering above the valley, and felt an unprecedented pain, wishing he could rush up there right now.
However, the negative effects of using the skill were still taking effect, and he couldn't move an inch, forcing him to relinquish control to the monster.
"..."
After a brief standoff, the three heads seemed to realize something. They let out a long howl, flapped their wings, and charged towards him, stirring up clouds of sand.
He can't move, he can't move at all right now!
As those giant claws lunged at him, and he was powerless to do anything, a profound sense of helplessness overwhelmed him. But at that moment, something seemed to appear before his eyes.
【Reclaim Your Rightful Power】
It's merely something that binds you.
At the last moment, he finally regained control of his body, but it was too late to dodge. Gritting his teeth, he simply turned slightly to the side, letting the black bird claw stab into his own abdomen, letting the blood stain it.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he swiftly and decisively plunged the sword into the opponent's groin, securing it there.
"Whoosh! Whoo ...
He was lifted high into the air by his opponent, the pain and sudden weightlessness nearly causing him to lose his grip on the sword. He trembled, but enduring the pain, he grabbed onto his opponent's feathers and leaped onto their back.
The wind whipped his face, stinging him. He tossed his rather long hair aside and finally got a clear look at the situation.
"Damn... even though they're already badly beaten, they're still so hard to kill..."
He could sense that the afterimage beneath his feet wasn't in good condition either. Its frequency was significantly weaker than when he first arrived, likely due to the sacrifices of the B12 battalion and the support team.
But he had no time for sorrow. With one hand, he gripped the other's feathers tightly to secure himself, while with the other, he plunged his sword into the other's back, slashing downwards with deadly force.
But when he looked up suddenly, he saw that the other party's three heads had turned around, and all six eyes were staring at him with pain and anger. They stretched out their necks and bit him.
"Three heads are nothing special!!!"
Maintaining balance in mid-air is already difficult; he drew his longsword and desperately parried with one hand, barely managing to change the direction of the attack. His other hand gripped the feather tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.
At this moment, he could feel the slight pain and warm blood from the pressure on his palms, but he knew all too well that if he let go now, he would be plunged into an abyss.
Respond to me.
【Reclaim Your Rightful Power】
{don't want!}
Reject him!
The words reappeared before his eyes, as if a force was constantly tempting him, calling him to reclaim what was rightfully his. At the same time, another voice rang in his ears, desperately hindering his progress.
He struggled to open his mouth as if to do something, but the next moment he saw flames spewing towards him from the other bird's beak.
"..."
He made a swift decision, releasing his grip on the feathers and lunging towards one of the bird heads. He nimbly leaped through the air, dodging the fatal attack, and then, with a precise strike, pierced the thick neck of the bird. Using the momentum, he slid down the blade, the movement executed in one fluid motion.
"Ah↗↗↗!"
Before he could even feel relieved that he hadn't missed, the mournful cry nearly deafened him. The monster then launched its frenzied counterattack, flipping and spinning in the air, trying to fling him to the ground.
Somewhat dazed from being thrown around, the weakness from excessive blood loss made it difficult for him to grip his sword. Ignoring the system's constant warnings, he forcefully used his talent to stop the bleeding. Then he heard that sharp warning sound:
"When mental stress reaches its limit, instinct will take over and replace reason."
"This is currently slightly affecting your thinking; please consider carefully."
In an instant, I felt a splitting headache, and the images of those people dying before my eyes flashed through my mind again; I could even hear their struggling cries for help.
"Help me... Captain..."
"I don't want to die, I want to go home..."
"help me……"
"..."
There was no response, followed by a deafening crash of something heavy against the stone wall—the fierce, unpredictable heron had slammed into the wall.
At that moment, he chose to let go of his hand, allowing himself to fall steadily from the sky, and calmly closed his eyes.
"My...power?"
"..."
"Please return it to me."
I don't care what the price is, as long as that person can live, as long as he can defeat this monster, as long as he can avenge those people...
He wouldn't regret it no matter what price he had to pay.
(Transfer of Power - The Beginning)
What a pity...
{…}
Meanwhile, Nan Chui, lying motionless on the ground some distance away, watched this scene. His already anxious heart was now in complete chaos. He tried to call out to his opponent, but could only cough up blood. A man already on the verge of death was now dying even faster.
In despair, he buried his head in the sand, letting his tears mingle with his blood, too afraid to look and see what would happen.
"Whirl...↗!"
A mournful cry rang out, echoing across the fields, so desolate that it could easily bring tears to the eyes of those unaware of the truth. But for those who had just survived a deadly battle, it was a welcome piece of news. Struggling to lift their heads, they saw the giant eagle plummeting from the sky.
The boy had plunged his longsword into his heart.
"...I can't save them."
"But at least you must die... so they can rest in peace!"
He twisted the sword viciously into his opponent's flesh, venting all the pain he had endured. His body was covered in blood, but he felt nothing—a terrifying calm.
"Why couldn't you have died sooner?!"
Seeing that this reckless, yet still desperate, elephant was trying to retaliate, he merely gave a wry smile and raised his head—
The next instant, he teleported above his opponent, a flash of red light appearing on his sword before vanishing in an instant. Finally, he leaped, the blade unsheathed, severing his opponent's wings and sending him to the underworld.
The giant eagle landed with a heavy thud, kicking up clouds of dust.
And so, he died by his sword.
It staggered to its feet atop its corpse, staring blankly at the surrounding carcasses, frozen in place. But then, something suddenly seemed to remember it. It struggled to run across the wasteland, finally collapsing to its knees before a man.
"……Fool"
"We can gather intelligence later... Keeping everything to buy time, what part of your body are you using to think...?"
"You dare to go up a tsunami-level ship... Are you out of your mind...?"
His vision was already blurred, and the figures before him became increasingly indistinct. Helplessly, he reached out, trying to wipe away the bright red obscuring his view, but no matter how he wiped, the bloodstains remained stubbornly there.
In the end, he could only rely on instinct to try to stop the bleeding, his mind no longer on anything else, and he couldn't even muster basic thoughts.
"Yes...I'm sorry..."
"But I... I think I'm going to die too..."
"No need... to do these things anymore..."
"Shut up! Don't say things like 'die'..."
"I've dealt with that dead bird; nothing else will take your lives..."
"We promised to go back together... They all lied to me... If you dare to lie to me too..."
"I... I'll just give you a major demerit... I won't give you the equipment next time..."
"Please...don't die..."
They can't save the other party here.
That was his only thought. He tried to lift the man from the ground, but as soon as he reached out, he heard the man groan in pain. He quickly let go, weakly holding on. He saw the man's complexion strangely improve—
"...I feel pain...it really hurts so much..."
“Brother Wunian…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I really can’t go back with you anymore…”
"...But in my will before I went to the battlefield, I hadn't specified where I should be buried after I died..."
"My parents will definitely bury me in that godforsaken mountain valley... I don't want to lie there, it would be so lonely..."
"...I don't want to stay there...I really want to go to the pufferfish race with you guys...I want to chat with you guys again...and train with you guys again..."
Staring into the man's eyes, fear finally surfaced, and he looked at him with pleading eyes. His blood-stained hands involuntarily gripped the man's clothes, and he stammered out words.
"Brother Wunian, I don't want to die!"