I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 344 - 342 Your Name

Chapter 344: Chapter 342 Your Name

Wei Tianyang rushed into the battlefield.

It was his first time going all out with fire power, actively seeking out anyone with a gun.

Baphomet, as if he had seen through himself, didn’t want to admit it, so he released his own violence, strenuously proving that his pursuit was still that of a "greater meaning."

His rage set the entire street ablaze, tanks and armored vehicles were all turned to black charred iron and curled up into small bunches. The black soldiers, and the mercenaries from the pharmaceutical factory, were also vaporized by his fury, dismembered, and shattered.

Justice is never something ethereal...

If he admitted that, it would mean denying what he had upheld for the past five years—it has to be absolute!

At least, to him, justice was incontrovertible, right is right, wrong is wrong!

Showing mercy to the weak means nothing because those who commit evil, regardless of strength or age.

Wei Tianyang didn’t know how many people he had killed, he stopped in the middle of the road, feeling his body like burnt-through steel, unbearably hot, his hands slick with blood.

Looking back, he saw rows of collapsing, burning derelict buildings, smoke and dust filling the air, the occasional debris of war vehicles he had kicked into ruins, particularly tragic.

Baphomet caught up to him at that moment and said, "You’ve killed so many people that, according to human concepts, you should be considered a vile criminal without redemption."

"I killed only those who deserved to die," Wei Tianyang said.

"How can you prove they deserved death under the framework of humanity?" Baphomet asked.

Wei Tianyang said, "Killing them, no country can punish me, they would rather give me a medal. That’s the proof."

"You cannot use one fictitious concept to prove another fictitious concept," Baphomet shook his head.

"I didn’t put forward another concept," Wei Tianyang responded.

"The nation, is also a fictitious concept," Baphomet replied.

"Impossible! Look around us, aren’t we in Gambia? This is completely different from Yin Country, these are the differences between nations, how can you say the nation is a fictitious concept?!" Wei Tianyang exclaimed.

"The same clay and sand construct different buildings, yet they house the same humans who need to eat, excrete, and reproduce. Here and there, there’s no fundamental difference, I don’t see any ’nation,’ Yishenmali," Baphomet responded.

Wei Tianyang was at a loss for words, he thought about it, and it did seem that way, a nation is not a tangible existence, but a collective of people brought together by power... This power is the government.

Thinking deeper, a regime is recognized because of the violence it controls... that is, the army.

"Nations and justice are fictitious concepts, humanity itself is fictitious, thus their pursuits are all fictitious, people are all made up," Baphomet continued.

"People... people can’t possibly be fictitious, can they? I’m standing right here, you can’t just say I’m only a concept," Wei Tianyang shook his head.

"Physically, all ’people’ do exist, but among you, the higher echelons do not regard all of their kind as ’people.’ You have invented concepts like ’classes,’ ’lower class,’ ’privileges,’ ’poor souls,’ ’sexual resources,’ ’slaves,’ ’cattle,’ ’tools’ to distinguish among your kind," Baphomet explained.

Wei Tianyang frowned deeply, Baphomet was right, indeed, people in this world are divided into an array of social strata, though everyone verbally champions equality every day, such a society does not exist.

"I first fell here and heard the discourse about ’gods’, recognizing the honor of the title, which prompted me to use it myself. Weren’t you also called a ’god’ by them?" Baphomet said.

"But people can change and grow on their own, they need not heed what others say, nor would the words of others truly change their species," Wei Tianyang said.

"What you’re saying essentially denies the structure of your societal system, Zhao Ling might effortlessly switch identities, but can a street beggar, overnight, merely with his own thoughts and abilities, become the Emperor?" Baphomet asked.

Wei Tianyang plunged into even greater confusion; he couldn’t refute Baphomet and couldn’t answer the question.

Or rather, he didn’t want to answer the question.

The Emperor could turn into someone else, but a prostitute, a beggar, a laborer, a Medicine Person... unless they acquired external power, on their own, there was a ninety-nine percent chance they’d only be marching in place, leading themselves to extinction.

"I know your confusion now; I also know that you know the answer to this problem," Baphomet approached Wei Tianyang’s side.

"Your past, the way you once were, I know it all. I’ve seen your memories, and your becoming who you are today is no accident," Baphomet said.

"I’m luckier than other Medicine People, I made it through," Wei Tianyang said.

"No, I’ve said it over and over, you took Him," Baphomet said.

Wei Tianyang narrowed his eyes, recalling his initial encounter with 091.

Collapsed buildings, a massive body... after blocking the debris, the broken giant vanished.

"You took Him, you possess abilities He never had, where exactly do you come from?" Baphomet said.

"Stop it! I still have my childhood memories, I know where I come from! Stop confusing people here," Wei Tianyang snapped angrily.

"You didn’t even choose your own name," Baphomet shook his head.

"I..." Wei Tianyang couldn’t deny; his mother had given him the name ’Wei Tianyang’, Yaha had given him the code name ’Yishenmali.’

"But, you now exist absolutely. You have the power to absolutely exist and to make these fictitious concepts absolutely exist. You ought to pursue absolute significance," Baphomet said.

"Absolute significance..." Wei Tianyang muttered to himself.

"That is meaning defined by you personally, no matter what it is, if you approve, it ceases to be fictitious. It gains a unique explanation, and you can endow all meanings and concepts with absolute interpretation," Baphomet said.

"I can’t, I can’t do that," Wei Tianyang shook his head.

"Who can stop you? Except for your wooden fish-like brain? You’ve crammed others’ concepts into your mind, yet you use your own great power to prove they’re right. Isn’t that ridiculous?" disdain filled Baphomet’s eyes.

Hearing this statement, Wei Tianyang was electrified, standing frozen, unable to move.

"Your pursuit is not of justice; you are simply dissatisfied with this world. From the depths of your heart, I read an emotion—a pain and anger that lies suppressed. You can’t forget that woman, you deliberately hide her away, eliminating her traces from your life, and then, you focus all your attention on a ’greater meaning’," Baphomet said.

Wei Tianyang’s eyes reddened, he suddenly grabbed Baphomet’s horns, and said, "Shut up!"

Baphomet knew it had achieved its aim, feeling it had cracked Wei Tianyang’s outer shell, and then, pleased, it bleated before saying, "I don’t want to use ’Yishenmali’ or ’Wei Tianyang’ to address you anymore. Tell me after you decide on your own name. Until then, I’ll call you ’Horned One.’"

Wei Tianyang subconsciously touched his forehead; the horns were out again.

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