I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 447 - 445: Eternal and Cha Na

Chapter 447: Chapter 445: Eternal and Cha Na

Rada Gan took away Starbucks, and Wei Tianyang walked over to the cabinet, pressed the electric stove button, heated the water, and at the same time, picked up an aluminum can filled with coffee beans.

At that moment, Baphomet transmitted his voice, "Why do you sometimes directly inhale the coffee powder, and at other times, personally brew it yourself?"

"It depends on my mood," Wei Tianyang replied.

"Last night you flew out just to bring a girl back?" Baphomet asked.

"Last night I suddenly could hear people’s voices. I heard them calling my name; some were talking about me, some were slandering me, some were using my name to deceive others, and some were praying and pleading for my help," Wei Tianyang said.

The water bubbled as it boiled, and Wei Tianyang, using a copper spoon, scooped out some coffee beans and poured them into the hand grinder.

"Have you never experienced something like this before?" Baphomet asked.

"I could hear people’s innermost thoughts, but this time, the scope was broader. It wasn’t just thoughts; it was people from all over the world, speaking out loud... some were roaring loudly, while others whispered softly. It was difficult for me not to respond to them," he said.

He grasped the handle and turned. The black coffee beans made a crackling sound as they were ground into powder by the stainless-steel blades.

He turned it 28 times; the powder chamber gradually filled up.

"I can still hear it," he tapped his head.

Baphomet hooked the corner of the refrigerator with its horn and tried again, finally managing to pull the door open.

"You are trapped in nothingness," Baphomet said. It used its horn to hook a yogurt bottle from the shelf, leaned back, and shut the refrigerator door.

"You are trapped in nothingness, yet you still act for those meaningless ’meanings,’" it continued, "just like the yogurt trapped in this plastic bottle."

"No," Wei Tianyang shook his head.

He positioned the filter cup over the glass coffee pot, placed a filter paper inside, and poured the coffee powder in.

"My emotions, my emotions drive me to do this," Wei Tianyang said.

He picked up the electric kettle, slightly tilted the spout, and poured water into the filter cup, letting the hot water flow along the edge of the filter paper into the coffee powder, the steam rising. The hot water soaked the powder, and the aroma of coffee spread.

"Human nature cannot be defied. I get angry over certain things, enraged by certain people’s actions. Unless I cannot hear, it is difficult for me to remain indifferent," Wei Tianyang said.

He poured water three times; the coffee dripped into the glass pot, accumulating more than 600 milliliters.

He then took out three cups, poured coffee into them, cleaned the counter, and walked over to the refrigerator to fetch the sandwiches he had frozen the night before.

"I’ve had an epiphany, Black Sheep. I will act according to my heart, not those empty concepts and meanings. I don’t need to care about what animals think, whether it’s good or bad, right or wrong, it doesn’t matter to me. I will judge based on my mood, I will intervene in matters I cannot tolerate, I will respond to prayers I cannot ignore," Wei Tianyang said.

He carried the coffee and sandwiches on a wooden tray and placed them in front of the cushion. Yaha had just woken up, but Zhao Ling had been awake for a while.

"Then could you... follow your mood and help me open this yogurt bottle?" Baphomet said.

"My mood tells me not to open that lid," Wei Tianyang laughed.

"Ah... come on, please. I’ll die without yogurt," Baphomet ran to Wei Tianyang’s side and rubbed his back with its body.

Wei Tianyang had no choice, took the yogurt bottle, unscrewed it, and poured it into a nearby porcelain bowl.

Baphomet, without even thanking, shoved its mouth into the bowl, instantly whitening a clump of its black fur.

Yaha sat up, rubbing his eyes in the sunlight and yawning, then started eating breakfast. Wei Tianyang picked up Zhao Ling’s frail body, letting her lean against the wall, then began feeding her the sandwich.

But Zhao Ling did not open her mouth, her eyes blankly staring at the ground.

"I can’t restore you. Once restored, you will turn back into that monster," Wei Tianyang spoke softly.

He sighed and put down the sandwich.

Zhao Ling was like the dead, rarely reacting to what happened in the room.

"The wound needs to be dressed, Zhao Ling, you need to eat something to build up your strength so you can endure the pain," Wei Tianyang said.

Zhao Ling closed her eyes, her black hair covering half of her face, a hot tear streaming down from her left eye.

"There’s nothing left..." she whispered.

Wei Tianyang looked at her and said nothing.

"Everything is gone... nothing... is left..." Zhao Ling continued.

"You still have me," Wei Tianyang wiped her tears away.

Zhao Ling turned her face away, as if she was angry with him, or as if she was too ashamed to face him.

"Eat something, Zhao Ling," Wei Tianyang said.

He held Zhao Ling in his arms, brushed her long hair aside, and fed her the sandwich.

The morning passed quickly, Baphomet usually took Yaha out for a walk, a doctor came to dress Zhao Ling’s wounds and then left.

Wei Tianyang sat by the bed, holding a thick book, yet listening to the sounds from around the world in his mind.

The international news playing on the TV was the only sound in the room, Zhao Ling lay on her side watching the screen, not knowing whether she was really watching or just lost in thought.

And far away, thousands of miles distant...

The civil war in New Biyas Country had been going on for four years without news coverage.

This small country of one million people in the north of the Earth Sea had a corrupt and incompetent government that had been overthrown by the military several times, and after each coup, the military itself had split into several factions and fought among themselves. Just as they managed to settle the civil war, within three years a new ambitious leader would emerge and reignite the conflict.

This small country had no resources worth the intervention of major powers and had a sparse population. Its economic backbone was salt production from the Salt Sea and then exporting it.

But due to the low output and the non-scarce nature of the resource, the government had little influence on the international stage, thus earning very little money.

And the ongoing civil war was constantly depleting these hard-earned treasures, with the little money they did manage to earn all spent on outdated rifles and ammunition.

"For revenge for mother and father! Kill them all!"

In the ruins of White City, a 12-year-old boy sat leaning against a bullet-riddled wall, holding a rifle taller than himself.

His black hair was covered in mud, his youthful face smeared with dirt, and the old AK47 rifle he held had no magazine cover, its springs and barrel exposed, the wooden handguard turned from orange-yellow to black, wrapped in cloth strips, and the original wooden stock replaced by a bent piece of wire.

Two magazines were tied together with a blue cloth strap, the bullets inside were tarnished and the casings dented, clearly hand-made bullets refilled after being collected from battlefields.

"For my parents’ revenge... forever," the boy muttered to himself.

"Cha Na... that’s it!" the boy said again.

He was Forever, and also Cha Na. On the day they were born, because of their mother’s malnutrition, his brother did not survive.

But he could feel that, his brother was always beside him, silently supporting him.

Whenever he faced unbearable things, Forever would take over their frail body and bear it for him.

Their parents were killed by the White Army, and their village was burnt down, Forever decided to seek revenge for Cha Na.

"Cha Na, be brave, War God will protect us," Forever said.

Cha Na nodded, "Wei Tianyang will protect us... Brother, I’m going forth..."