I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 332 - 330: Ascend to Gain a Far-reaching View

Chapter 332: Chapter 330: Ascend to Gain a Far-reaching View

The sun was already high in the sky.

The mountain next to the red courtyard was a low peak that had been developed. Among the mountains, following the steep cliffs, thousands of steps had been constructed.

Wei Tianyang, wearing shorts and a tank top, and carrying a backpack full of snacks and fruit tea, was sweating profusely as he walked ahead.

Yaha, in shorts and a T-shirt, her hair in a ponytail, followed closely behind. She too was drenched in sweat, panting heavily and clamoring for water from Wei Tianyang.

Baphomet was silent, as if strolling leisurely, trailing at the very end. It had no interest in climbing mountains and only lamented how it used to be able to fly up to the clouds with ease, whereas now it had to tread on all fours, unable to even reach the clouds.

"We’re almost there, Yaha! It’ll be cool at the top. Then there’ll be endless fruit tea to drink," Wei Tianyang called back with a laugh.

"Starbucks! Starbucks!" Yaha suddenly shouted.

Wei Tianyang was startled, his eyes lighting up with surprise as he turned to Yaha, "No way, do you remember things from before?!"

But Yaha continued, "Bitter, so bitter!"

Wei Tianyang sighed. So she was really just talking about coffee.

By this time, Baphomet had already run ahead of him. Turning its head, it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes and said, "Is there really endless fruit tea? Then, I’m motivated too. There should be grass at the mountaintop, right?"

"Fuck your mother, grass grass grass," Wei Tianyang cursed.

Baphomet didn’t take it to heart and bolted toward the mountain top.

A dozen minutes later, they finally reached the top of the 200-meter-high hillock. Although not very tall, the location Zhao Ling chose for the red courtyard was peaceful amidst the bustle. Looking around, it was all plains, with all the surrounding hills behind them.

There was a small grassy area at the top and a viewing pavilion about seven or eight meters wide. Wei Tianyang walked to the edge of the cliff and looked out; the green and earthy-yellow colors blended together into a tapestry of the land. A green river snaked through the terrain, and in the distance at the horizon, the distinctive structure of Fengrao City was visible, as well as Lingxiao Palace and the Dragon Shedding clinging to its roof.

Yaha lay on the ground, spread out in a star shape, too tired to speak. Wei Tianyang took off his backpack, pulled out a picnic cloth, and arranged the plastic jug of fruit tea, some cooked food, dried fruit, fresh fruit, and pastries.

Spring was short-lived; by April, it was already summer. With the global climate continually warming, climatologists predicted that in the next 20 years, spring and autumn might vanish, leaving humanity to live perennially between only winter and summer.

Environmental activists were still arguing on the news, and the war between Yixu and Azaha had passed a resolution in the United Council. Over forty voting nations, including the Sethiyan Federation, had agreed to dispatch troops for military intervention to end the conflict.

All over the globe, countless religious forces emerged, with impostors claiming to be Wei Tianyang everywhere. Most of them were people who had fled from Yin Country, and a smaller number of white-skinned and black-skinned individuals proclaimed themselves friends, comrades in arms, or even spokespeople for Wei Tianyang.

Through the efforts of Helena Mina and the presidents of various countries, these fraudulent sects were taken down as quickly as they appeared, but even so, the emergence of new swindlers could not be stopped.

Wei Tianyang grabbed a ceramic bowl, pouring almost two liters of fruit tea into it, then placed the bowl to the side. Baphomet trotted over to drink, praising the taste as it sipped.

Yaha, on the other hand, started eating pastries, having climbed the mountain all morning; she was indeed starving.

Wei Tianyang sat for a while, but he hadn’t climbed to the top just to do nothing.

Baphomet had said that he could fly.

But right now, he didn’t feel like he had the ability to fly.

According to Baphomet, he still hadn’t completely taken over 091, which meant his abilities were also not fully mastered.

Wei Tianyang went to an open space, feeling the rhythm of the wind, while also examining his inner self.

For years, he had never seriously considered one question: what exactly was the relationship between himself and 091?

He had woken up in the morgue, his body in tatters, but as the number of people he killed increased, his body gradually restored itself.

Like Theseus’s ship, did parts of 091 fill in for him, or did his body receive a new life?

Was it 091 that acquired the memories of Wei Tianyang, or was it Wei Tianyang who took over the body of 091?

After encountering Baphomet, he could at least confirm one thing: he had taken over 091, rather than being assimilated by it.

Because Baphomet too had said that absorbing superpowers wasn’t a capability of 091 itself. Moreover, it didn’t believe it was facing 091; it was facing Wei Tianyang.

I am me, I was reborn, so this body, these abilities, are under my dominion.

I call the shots.

Wei Tianyang thought to himself in secret; he didn’t need to be in tune with 091, nor did he need to fit the mold of what 091 had been in life.

He was the victor.

Victors have it all!

I can fly.

I should be able to fly.

You can’t stop me.

Wei Tianyang kept reminding himself in his heart.

He was going to completely control all the abilities of 091; he wasn’t 091, he far surpassed 091.

He had utterly defeated Baphomet, something numerous 091s hadn’t managed to do.

I can fly!

Wei Tianyang closed his eyes tightly, feeling the rhythm of the wind as if it was the breath of the world.

As a human, his subconsciousness told him he couldn’t fly; now, he wanted to rewrite his subconscious.

I am human, but not just human.

I am far beyond human...

I’m not with the Superpower Special Forces, I’m not a work-in-progress, I am the world’s only extraordinary being!

With this thought, Wei Tianyang slowly started to rise from the grass.

Baphomet had finished its fruit tea and was now fighting with Yaha over cake when it caught sight of Wei Tianyang gradually levitating.

"You are stars fallen from the sky, I am a rocket soaring from the ground..." Wei Tianyang murmured to himself.

His feet were now more than half a meter off the ground, and upon opening his eyes, he saw himself floating in mid-air, smiling with relief. His body moved slowly through the air, yet at that moment, he didn’t know how to control his posture, to move freely in the air.

At this time, Baphomet said, "You’re about to fly."

That sentence distracted Wei Tianyang; just as he had managed to fly a little, he looked back at Black Mountain Goat and with a plop, he fell back to the ground.

"Ah, what a pity, what a pity, if only you had gone a bit higher," Baphomet shook its head.

Wei Tianyang saw the white cream on Baphomet’s goat mouth and glanced at the cake in Yaha’s hand with a big bite taken out of it, which sent him into a rage.

Seeing the fierce light flickering in Wei Tianyang’s four pupils, Baphomet knew to take the hint and instantly slipped into objective reality, teleporting to the foot of the mountain.

There it walked slowly to the edge of the lake, sipping water and rinsing its mouth while lamenting, "Ah, that kid is no simple one, no simple one at all; I’m afraid I may never turn the tables..."

Wei Tianyang walked over to Yaha, took the cake from her hand, and threw it away, then pulled out a napkin to wipe her mouth.

He popped some dried apricots into his mouth, the sourness bombing his cheeks.

"Fuck, that was so close to success, I’ll try again in a bit!" Wei Tianyang said.