Chapter 272: Return 11

Chapter 272: Return 11

Qin Yu felt Ji Xinghai had suddenly become a bit... clingy?

Not exactly clingy, but before it didn't matter whether they acted together or not, yet in this world, they were suddenly inseparable, and since getting out of the car, the distance between them hadn't exceeded two meters.

Even for a couple, this was quite an intimate distance—because Ji Xinghai was actually somewhat of a lone wolf.

"Let's just stay in this world," Ji Xinghai said without any hint of treating it as disposable, "and then we'll continue as usual."

Qin Yu sighed and put a chicken-shaped fisherman's hat on him.

"This world looks very peaceful; there shouldn't be a place like Taohuayuan, right?"

"There isn't."

Ji Xinghai peeled the wrapper off a lollipop: "I haven't heard of any supernatural powers in this world."

In fact, he had searched for a long time, hoping to prove that he wasn't the only anomaly in the world. So whenever some non-scientific legends appeared in various places, he would go and check them out.

But unfortunately, they were all false. This world was scientifically defined, with no superpowers, no ghosts, and no other supernatural abilities.

The original host's ability to hear others' thoughts was considered a 'mutation.' Even if he didn't commit suicide, this ability would have driven him to his death. It was a version incompatibility.

And Ji Xinghai inherited this ability; he should have died too, but he managed to survive for a long time.

"No supernatural abilities, it seems to be a scientific world," Qin Yu said.

"Yes, a peaceful world. But it's still quite different from JiuZhou. This country still has a nominal royal family and nobility, hmm, quite chaotic."

Actually, Qin Yu wanted to know about Ji Xinghai's experiences in this world, and Ji Xinghai noticed, but he didn't want to talk about it.

In this world, he could stop children from crying at night. This kind of black history, which wasn't really an obsession, didn't need to be mentioned, right?

At that moment, a young couple pushed a baby stroller past them. The man asked the woman, "What should we name the child? Ji, and it should be part of the Xing generation."

"Don't call him Ji Xinghai, anything but that," the woman answered instinctively. "How could we possibly name him Ji Xinghai, I'm not crazy."

Qin Yu turned to look at Ji Xinghai: What did he do to leave such a deep mark even after so many years that people wouldn't dare to use the same name for their children?

Ji Xinghai was also surprised: "My traces haven't been completely erased? Are the governments of these countries so generous?"

"A name like that is too much for most people to handle. I just hope my child grows up healthy and happy, without becoming an unusual hero."

"Being a hero isn't easy."

"Right, we just want our child to be safe and sound."

"Did something terrible happen?" Qin Yu asked.

Ji Xinghai looked innocent: "It's not that bad, I was just trying to survive."

Survival is a biological instinct; what could he have done wrong?

Qin Yu didn't say anything, just watched him silently.

"Alright," after some thought, Ji Xinghai revealed a part of the truth, "in this world, I am a wanted criminal in one, two, three... thirteen countries. Even if caught by a country without the death penalty, I'd probably be sentenced to twenty-seven thousand years."

"..." What did he do? War crimes weren't even this exaggerated.

In fact, Ji Xinghai had only lived in this world for eight years and seven months, not even reaching nine years, but his footprint spanned the globe. From the war zones at the beginning, his figure began to appear in the public eye. At the time, no one knew who he was, just occasionally capturing a small, black-clad figure. Despite his size, his firepower was incredibly strong, and he could take down a small team single-handedly, drawing attention to himself.

At the time, Ji Xinghai was fighting against an illegal organization that implemented genocidal policies against humanity.

Yes, he alone took on the strongest illegal organization in the world at the time, which was backed by a superpower, extremely vicious, notorious, and with countless crimes.

They were said to have killed over two hundred thousand innocent civilians and tens of thousands of regular troops.

Before the name "Ji Xinghai" appeared, they were the undisputed dark lords of the underworld.

But Ji Xinghai emerged, stepping on the back of this once most ferocious organization to rise to power. Others thought he was invincible, but in reality, Ji Xinghai had an astonishing self-healing ability. As long as he didn't die, his organs could regenerate within an hour.

As for why he chose to participate in this genocide, it had nothing to do with justice. The massacre wasn't happening in his country.

He was just seeking excitement; the more powerful and cruel the enemy, the more enjoyable the kill.

Moreover, he had already learned magic, using spatial expansion techniques with great proficiency, so he carried his own arsenal, and the more he fought, the more equipment and weapons he accumulated (all stolen from the enemy).

But apart from that, other magic was useless because it took away the thrill of racing against death.

To be honest, Ji Xinghai was looking forward to being killed by the enemy, thoroughly killed. But they couldn't, and it only made him grow stronger, refining his shooting skills and rapidly improving his driving skills with various vehicles.

"Worthless, trash."

The more they failed to kill him, the angrier he became, and the more ruthless his attacks. One day he would blow up a base, the next he would destroy a stronghold, a single person performing the role of an entire unit.

Such achievements left the small nation being massacred bewildered—whose brother or sister was this? At this critical moment, there was no need to keep secrets!

But after asking around, no one recognized him. It was only by chance that he was photographed without his hood, and his identity was finally exposed.

Wow, a 'plain and unremarkable little orphan' from a major Eastern country, a prospective citizen who hadn't even received his ID card, age fourteen minus three months.

Trying to charge him with war crimes was impossible due to his age.

Under fourteen and capable of such feats? Was he a state-secret super war machine? Did he join under some directive? Surely he couldn't have decided to sneak into a war zone on his own to hone his combat skills?

The situation suddenly became complicated.

With his identity exposed, he couldn't stay here anymore. Fortunately, he had accumulated several years' worth of shielding quotas, and Ji Xinghai decided to choose a new location and start over.

Before he left, he pulled off one last grand gesture—dumping all the unused bombs in his possession at the headquarters of the illegal organization, choosing the moment when a superpower had sent representatives for a secret meeting.

Boom.

After hearing about Ji Xinghai’s ‘glorious achievements’ over the past two years, Qin Yu was momentarily speechless. As a special forces soldier who had carried out countless dangerous missions abroad, what hadn’t he seen? But this was something he truly hadn’t encountered before.

Then came a sense of sorrow. Facing an organization fully equipped with weapons, even a genuine gene warrior would struggle to escape unscathed. At that time, Ji Xinghai relied solely on his powerful regenerative ability and the various techniques he had learned. He had endured it through sheer willpower.

Was he already tired of living back then?

But because of the life education he received as a child, he refused to commit suicide, unwilling to easily give up the life his parents had given him. So, he went mad in the rain of bullets, bathed in blood and smoke, growing into someone everyone feared.

Qin Yu didn’t ask why he chose to hone himself in a war zone, even though in the previous world, he had become peaceful during a solitary life at sea, but in this world, it seemed like he had triggered some new challenge.

He could ponder and speculate slowly.

Perhaps it was related to how he had suddenly become a bit more ‘clingy,’ indicating that this world harbored malice against him.

Ji Xinghai thought Qin Yu would ask why he chose such a lifestyle, but he didn’t, so Ji Xinghai didn’t volunteer the information either.

This world was a peaceful one, where most citizens could live comfortably, and those with a little money could travel leisurely without much effort.

But peace seemed to be reserved for them alone.

At least Ji Xinghai couldn’t. He thought that after two years in the war zone, he had accumulated enough of a ‘buffer period’ to lie low for several years, but just half a year after leaving, the voices started again in his head.

Having traveled through worlds so many times, this was the first time he clearly felt the ‘rejection’ from an entire world. This world was rejecting him, using various methods to hope he would die and leave voluntarily.

Ji Xinghai’s rebellious spirit flared up.

He could die, but not be chased to death like a stray dog.

He could disappear, but not vanish without a trace, leaving no ripple behind.

Moreover, the ‘mind-reading’ ability that had mutated in this world wasn’t something he brought with him. Why should he be the one to die instead of this unfortunate world?

He began using the mind-reading ability to track down fugitives and killers who had evaded legal punishment. In the process, he learned many new things, and skills in technological disguise and counter-surveillance that he hadn’t used in a long time came into play again.

As the pasts of these dead individuals were revealed, victims erected monuments for him, and ordinary people cheered him on. On the internet, he was hailed as the black justice.

Some victims who had not received justice called out to him online. They set up a website independent of the state, uploading their real information and their demands.

Not every request received a response, but many were taken up by Ji Xinghai. Rather than sifting through the chaos, he decided to follow the leads directly. After completing a task and safely withdrawing, he would respond to the person who left the message.

But fighting fire with fire only earned him the cheers of ordinary people; in the eyes of governments around the world, he was nothing but a ruthless and violent criminal.

Ji Xinghai understood that adhering to procedural justice was essential for maintaining social stability and protecting the majority of ordinary people, making him undoubtedly a ‘disruptor of order’ and a ‘criminal.’

In the end, he died during a siege, the sniper’s shot mercifully quick and painless, a bullet to the head.

What a relief, finally free.

At that moment, that was his only thought, even considering giving the sniper a thumbs up: Thank you, stranger.

Death was his best destination.

Because by then, some institutions had already discovered his powerful regenerative ability and telekinesis, and many wanted to study him. Dying cleanly and decisively was better than becoming a lab specimen later.

"Should we still look up the name 'Ji Xinghai' online?"

Qin Yu was startled by Ji Xinghai’s sudden words and stopped walking: "I thought you were deliberately avoiding it, not wanting to hear or search for that name in this world."

"That’s true, but it still irks me a bit."

Ji Xinghai turned to look at the young couple who had walked away: "When I was alive, this world was eager to erase my existence. Now that I’m dead, how much of me will remain? That’s why I didn’t want to recall anything about 'Ji Xinghai' in this world. But it seems..."

He smiled: "The world wants to forget me, but many ordinary people remember."

Perhaps in the end, he still won. His body died, but his life continued in another form.