A man's tears don't fall easily, a hero will not cry.
But he no longer wants to be a hero.
That day, he made a phone call to his father.
The last online mob incident had made his father sick with anger.
Liu Jianxin was in great pain:
"Dad... Do I seem like an idiot? They say I'm like Don Quixote, someone who's gone mad from reading knight novels."
The voice on the other end was very quiet.
"Silly child, Don Quixote, indeed, is quite funny, being able to see windmills as enemies and then comically charging at them."
"Yet he also has much courage, doesn't he? In such an era, he always finds joy in life, facing various difficulties, always rising to meet them... He never cowers."
"This is actually admirable. Ignore the ridicule of others, and bravely be a hero."
The father's voice carried encouragement. Despite the online harassment and betrayal, the father still wished him to be an upright person.
But the young man on the other end seemed to stand against the world:
"But... being a hero is really exhausting."
Tears fell drop by drop.
Coincidentally, the sky began to rain, masking the disarray of a fallen hero.
That night, Liu Jianxin had a dream.
In the dream, the hero Liu Jianxin finally could not hold on; he began to beg for mercy, started kowtowing to all those who bullied him.
He no longer held onto his original intention; he just wanted to survive.
To survive, to seek revenge.
To trample over everyone. Giving up the Original Heart Sword Technique is fine, even pursuing those evil techniques.
He wants everyone who bullied him to repay a hundredfold.
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...
The past voices and images flooded in. Among them was Aquarius' tempting voice.
Finally, Liu Jianxin stopped; he no longer ran because he had reached the end.
He saw the wall of his heart.
It was a gigantic, insurmountable wall.
His life had been pushed to the brink by endless malice; besides embracing evil...
What else could he do?
"I have... no way out, Father... I'm sorry, being a hero is too tiring... Please let me..."
Facing the enormous, impassable wall, facing the dead-end road devoid of forward path, Liu Jianxin finally turned back.
He wanted to open his arms to embrace the evil.
"I... will never be a..."
His lips moved as if he wanted to utter the word hero. But at this moment, a huge roar drowned out all hallucinations.
"Liu Jianxin! Come here! Hurry, I'll take you away from here!"
This voice was somewhat familiar, like the one that mentioned Ye Jianxin.
In the dim world, there was originally only a long, narrow road, but the road had reached its end.
The giant wall silently conveyed the despair to him, that the road of good and hero was so brief.
But at this moment, he saw a figure racing forward.
He saw a straight road appearing next to his path.
The world seemed to split into two in an instant. On one side was the road already reached its end.
On the other side, it was far away, seemingly endless.
The stronger one's character, the further the destination.
Liu Jianxin certainly knew this rule, so he was somewhat stunned.
Who is this man... exactly?
Why can't he see the end of his road?
The sudden appearance of another path in the Good and Evil Corridor showed Liu Jianxin unprecedented scenes.
And that man had already run beside him, reaching out with an encouraging smile:
"Jump over! Liu Jianxin! I'll take you away!"
There wasn't much time to hesitate; Liu Jianxin was already very tired, so tired that he felt the destination could be here just as well.
But the moment that man reached out, he was still moved.
"Your world shouldn't end here! Come over!"
The man roared, his gaze becoming sharp. At this moment, Liu Jianxin seemed touched again by the words of the world.
At this moment, all possible malice from strangers became irrelevant.
He finally leaped to another path with all his might before the tide of evil drowned him!
At the same time, he grasped the man's hand!
At that moment, all illusions, hallucinations, disappeared.
It's precisely not that they disappeared but transformed into someone else's.
"I'm Wen Xishu, Liu Jianxin, let's leave here together."
No extra words, Wen Xishu only left behind his back and then began running continuously.
Liu Jianxin suddenly realized, it wasn't an illusion... This person named Wen Xishu, his Good and Evil Corridor truly seemed endless.
New illusions, new hallucinations began to appear.
At this moment, the past memories belonging to Wen Xishu began to intrude upon Liu Jianxin.
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...
"Parents are the people who love you unconditionally in this world."
"If a person isn't loved even by his parents, perhaps no one else would love him?"
In the enormous flames, the words once spoken by these "parents" echoed in the child's mind.
"No one loves me, but it doesn't matter, I don't need these things."
The child looked lonely at the burning fire, murmuring. Scenarios belonging to him... deceptions, lies, also appeared in Liu Jianxin's mind.
Liu Jianxin was stunned; he never thought of such a beginning in life.
Never thought, if one isn't loved even by his own parents, how painful it would be.
But these images didn't end, and greater brutality continued to approach little by little.
"Where is this..."
"Is it another world? Did I die in extreme sports?"