The puppets' stage play

Chapter 418 Overflowing with murderous intent

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There was a roaring feeling deep in his brain, as if he was at the bottom of the deep sea. Countless silky 'ropes' tied his body, making it impossible to move his arms, waist, or thighs.

"Before that, as your teacher, I want to ask you again."

The familiar face of Teacher Rigid Body appeared in front of him, and he smoothed off his half-curled beard. The pair of complicated and incomprehensible eyes looked here, and he sighed.

"Yang Zizai, do you really want to take this path? From my point of view, even if you take another path, you can still become a strong man after more than ten years of training. There is no need to——"

"Don't say such things that make me look down on you, teacher." Yang Zizi grinned, the teeth in his mouth looked particularly white, and a red tongue poked around his mouth, a meaningless smile appeared on his face.

"Do you remember the first time you met me?" He suddenly brought up another topic.

Teacher Gangti's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but think of the scene that day.

It was after he finished teaching for the day and watched the students leave, a boy suddenly ran up to him out of breath. Looking at the slightly unfamiliar face, he felt a trace of doubt in his heart.

"Student, you are on the wrong track. This is a professional course, not the place you should come to -"

"I am a student here!" the boy shouted, biting his lip, with a seemingly meaningless smile on his face, "Haha, teacher, I accidentally fell asleep, I'm sorry."

The man who had not yet been called Rigid Body Teacher's eyes darkened, feeling a little displeased in his heart.

He is the kind of character who prefers tradition and pays attention to step-by-step. He has always hated those bastards who are rude and ignorant, just like the guy in front of him.

The next moment, he suddenly remembered the rumor. It was said that there was some trouble on the day of admission, and the student was finally admitted through the coordination of two teachers.

The name seems to be...

"Yang Zizai, I remember you." Teacher Gangti sneered, turned around and left.

Leaving the boy frozen in place behind him, he laughed dryly and looked around subconsciously.

The other students who were still present were also unmoved. After finishing their work, they ignored his gaze and went elsewhere.

"This is how the weak are treated. No wonder, I should be the weakest guy here." He sniffed, a smile on his face, and whispered to himself.

Unlike other students who have been training since childhood, he has given up on tempering himself since he was a child. Even after a lot of hard work, he is just a nascent Qi sea. Compared with the average level of "strength" of others, he naturally appears lower.

Moreover, due to his weakness, many students have no intention of communicating with him. After all, they are still young and do not have the energy to look after someone who can be injured accidentally.

Similarly, the teachers in this school are the same. Rather than considering his safety, it is better to think about how to make those geniuses with powerful talents go further.

So, in fact, no one reminded him what to do. He could only observe the movements of others and follow them silently.

It is precisely because of this that he was caught by the management teacher for entering another school district by mistake, and he was given a lesson before he was released.

Although he wanted to ask some questions at first, after the education, the teacher disappeared out of thin air, leaving him alone.

As a result, he couldn't help but stay there, not knowing where to go.

"Hey, why are you stuck here? Are you lost? You are similar to that kid in this respect?" A surprised voice sounded, and he couldn't help but look over there, and a figure with a bright smile slowly walked over.

A big hand suddenly rubbed the top of his head. Anri still looked like he was doing nothing.

"..." Yang Zizi shrank his neck and shook his body uncomfortably.

"This time should be professional...forget it, let's go." Anli smiled, said nothing more, and walked forward first.

Yang Zizai looked at the figure, feeling a little confused for a moment. Why did he come to help him?

"I just sent Qi Xiu to the professional class before, so I'm not really fine." As if he had an insight into what he was thinking, Anli's light words came immediately.

Qi Xiu? He remembered the boy's name, and he thought of the guy who agreed to his request. To be honest, even he was surprised at the time. If it were him, he would not have the confidence to do such a thing.

Thinking of this, Yang Zizai followed honestly.

"...Hmm." Although he also wanted to ask why the other party was lost, he still swallowed the words as he was not qualified.

"Qi Xiu, he is a guy who is used to working hard, and he is also very stubborn. Although he will not go against me, he will not be honest with me in some aspects, so I have to worry more."

Anri talked about it, but there was no complaint in his words. It was like talking about his own children, and his words were full of pride.

Yang Zizi listened silently, feeling a little envious in his heart. A figure appeared in front of his eyes. In the past, that guy also cared about him in this way.

It's just...his mood suddenly became gloomy.

Anri's calming words continued to come out.

"Don't worry, don't worry, your current situation is also due to us."

"In the First Joint Institute, it is basically forbidden to use external communication tools. At first, the teachers will not think there is anything wrong. If there is really an important situation, they can also find people on their own."

"However, as a result, we have ignored the needs of the students. Now, teachers notify some students and then spread to the outside world. It can be said that most courses are maintained by the connections between students."

"This is the fault of us teachers. After a day or two, that thing will be officially launched. Even if you don't contact others, you can go there on your own."

"...Hmm." Yang Zizai didn't say much, just followed the other person silently.

Not long after, he arrived at the outskirts of the professional class. Anri waved his hand, turned and left, and he immediately trotted over there, but unfortunately... it was already too late.

Yang Zizai raised his head with a trace of madness in his eyes.

"Thank you teacher for your teaching, so I can be here, haha, so you are absolutely right. It was me who was wrong. I was too weak, so what happened that day happened."

Teacher Gangti closed his eyes, his words echoing deep in his brain.

"Idiot, do you really know what you should do? Run for me another three thousand times."

"Don't waver in your posture. I'll be here to watch you until you finish."

"Everyone else can do it, why can't you do it? If you can't do it, die."

"Weak people should be punished. You just lack enough determination to become the weak person you are now. I teach you for your own good."

Facing the guy who could be called the weakest among all the students, he summoned up all his energy and reprimanded him with a more severe attitude, demanding more than others and having stricter standards.

Countless times, that skinny figure fainted standing there. Looking at that scene, I still thought in my heart that this was all for his own good.

He looked at the silent student and gradually became crazy. There always seemed to be a sense of urgency in his eyes. Not only did he not resist his high pressure, he even went to provoke other students after silently enduring it.

One day, while passing by somewhere, he saw a scene.

Looking at the figure who was half beaten to death and still laughing even though he was covered in mud, at that moment, he suddenly changed his mind.

Did he go too far? He had always been called poor talker and rigid by his teammates, and he began to think about his behavior for the first time.

After waking up from a certain angry mood in an instant, he faced his behavior, but he had to admit that he was venting his anger because he was temporarily placed here, and he directed the anger in his heart at this guy.

What a despicable act this is, he pointed at himself, with a look of understanding in his eyes.

However, after he changed his mind, he discovered that the figure who had scolded him before had become the object of discussion among many teachers.

The teachers discussed his deeds of stabbing demons with swords and spears, stabbing vigilantes and others, and unanimously concluded that this guy was a real genius.

Although the Gun Demon and others are also considered their students, they prefer to see a rational and peaceful student than making their students proud and causing trouble. Therefore, even if the opponent defeats these students, they will still treat them badly. Full of praise.

Then, on that day, that figure came to him.

"It's time to start the next step. Didn't that cold guy start it? I'm going to do that too."

The young man talked with great interest. His mouth was wide open and his teeth were sharp, like a wild beast discussing its powerless prey. The confidence that overflowed was obvious.

"You won't—" He was about to persuade her, but his words suddenly stopped.

The young man's face turned cold, and blood seemed to rise in his eyes. In an instant, the unruly aura that seemed to swallow all things came to his face.

"That's not necessary, teacher. Is there something wrong with me? Do I need to take an assessment?"

Looking at that gloomy look, he sighed in his heart, but he could only agree reluctantly.

Although they are responsible for the assessment of the heterogeneous path, once the standards are met, they can only pass as long as the students take the initiative to apply.

If the first three years were used to build the foundation and let one's body get used to the violent characteristics of the 'alien profession', then the next two years were a process of gradual adaptation.

Carefully appreciate the difference, master all the necessary advanced knowledge, and enter the final year of forging.

The difference in color of the house itself also represents the difference in level.

When we get to the next room, the 'basic' teachers like Teacher Rigid Body will no longer continue to teach, but will be taught by other teachers with higher rankings.

Therefore, if nothing else happens, this may be the last chance for the two of them to meet.

"You really won't regret it? I can teach you too." Teacher Gangti said sincerely.

"This is my decision." Yang Zizai smiled suddenly, the madness in his eyes was temporarily suppressed, and he looked here with a rare frank look, "Teacher, thank you very much for the past three years, but next, it depends on me. Yes."

Teacher Gangti felt complicated. He nodded, turned around, and walked out slowly.

"...........now."

Yang Zizai raised his head and looked at the still strong figure. He chuckled, and then said softly.

"I will, but no matter what the price, I will always become stronger. This is a rebellion against the naive self of the past. So, teacher, I might actually be walking on a different path from the beginning."

Boom - rumble.

In the distance, the heavy door closed, and there was a dull sound.

"Come on, you bastard."

Yang Zizai raised his head and shouted in the air. The madness in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he kept laughing. The wanton laughter circled and occupied the entire space.

Crash, the chains binding his hands and feet made a sound.

His eyes flickered, and the vision in front of him suddenly turned sideways, and a cold feeling came down from his body.

He looked to the side, only to find that he was lying on an iron bed, his limbs were entangled in black chains, his clothes were missing, and he was lying "open".

"Hey." He smacked his mouth and even took off his clothes. It was really obscene.

"Heterogeneous professions are originally some by-products discovered in the process of researching roads. We summarize them and summarize them into powers that can be used by humans."

A cold voice came from mid-air, and countless black dots fell like rain, instantly dyeing Yang Zizai black.

When the tip of his nose moved, he smelled a smell of rust.

This was not rain, he was sure of it.

"In the process of becoming stronger, we gradually developed a systematic 'gong method'. Through rituals and internal contracts, we placed ourselves at an intermediate point and gradually became stronger safely and reliably."

"But it also brings a new difficulty, that is, a thing called a 'bottleneck'. If you want to be safe, you have to be bound by this thing, and unnecessary time is lengthened. This is a retrograde step." .”

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Let's be more substantial, bah bah bah." Yang Zizai tried to interrupt, but instead was stuffed with black 'raindrops'.

"Abandon the shackles of indifference and increase the necessary speed. Under such requirements, a heterogeneous profession came into being."

The voice remained unmoved and continued to speak.

"The ritual you are going to perform next is a profession called 'Fighter', which is a variant of 'Warrior'."

"In layman's terms, when you think of fighting, what do you think of?"

"Me? The one with blood, whistling, and splashing everywhere." Yang Zizai tried to scratch the itch on his side, but was unable to do so and had to keep rubbing against the bed board.

"...It is a weapon. Even if warriors are called killers on the battlefield, they still have to use a 'killing weapon' to kill. So, in other words, weapons are for killing. Nature."

The voice was silent for a moment and then said slowly.

"No, there are those things like fists and feet. If you cut him with a knife, you will kill him. Doesn't it count if I slap him in the face?" Yang Zizai first let out a satisfied sigh, and then asked.

"The human body itself is a fragile body composed of various structures. It is different from the 'special physique' we have built now. In essence, this body is a 'shackle' that limits our progress."

"Yes, yes, everything you said is right, but I think that without this body, you are probably nothing. You have no face, and I am definitely dead." Yang Zizi retorted, he was extremely unconvinced by this statement .

"......"

"You like to talk back." After a long silence, the stern voice sounded again.

"Since what you said is wrong, I must refute it, otherwise what if it hurts me?" Yang Zizai said matter-of-factly.

"I'm a genius. Please pay attention to the impact. If you cheat on me, it won't be very good to tell anyone about it."

"Haha." The voice laughed.

Then, Yang Zizai watched in amazement as the black raindrops formed an airtight net and covered him for an instant. He tried to shout, but found that the sound could not be transmitted.

Only the quiet voice still sounded.

"Compared with tempering the body, it is better to forge stronger weapons. As long as there are enough materials, the strength of the weapon can be continuously improved. Then, if the 'flesh' is forged as a weapon, there will be no shackles."

"No, it even goes a step further. If you treat a person as a weapon, as long as you can absorb excellent external materials, you can become infinitely stronger."

"However, during this process, the human heart will also become hard and even tend to become cold. If this continues, it will become a dead thing."

"That's why you need the killings on the battlefield to 'awaken' yourself. Madness, blood, malice, and murderous intent are the four possible paths. Now it's your turn to choose. Which one do you want to choose?"

Heiwang stepped back, revealing a red face.

"Of course I'm going to kill you, you bastard!!!"

Yang Zizi roared, the murderous intent in his eyes even surpassed the original madness, and came out all at once.

"Okay, let's start the transformation."

"Welcome to the alien world, Yang Zizai." He said in a calm voice.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"