Resurrection Empire
Chapter 81 - 56: Where the Blade Points, No Regrets in This Life

Chapter 81: Chapter 56: Where the Blade Points, No Regrets in This Life

Outside, there seemed to be a sound of breaking through the air.

The professional Night Watchman was coming.

The "Magic Eye" finally noticed the energy disturbance here and issued a warning.

Before making the next decision, Ren Zhong thought about many things in an instant.

Now he had "calmed down."

Supported by an extraordinary 529 Brain Reaction Index, even fleeting thoughts in his mind were complex and varied.

He still couldn’t skillfully control this rate of thinking, and his emotions were quite dispersed.

First of all, an inexplicable fear arose in his heart.

This fear did not come from the approaching professional Night Watchmen, but from within himself.

He clearly remembered every punch he delivered to Bei Lihui.

Every punch went out with blood splattering and flesh flying.

This in the 21st century would be a scene from an R18-rated horror film of blood and violence.

But as the instigator, Ren Zhong didn’t feel the slightest discomfort.

This was unreasonable.

This was the source of his fear.

It seemed he had completely integrated into this era, becoming inhumane, unlike a human being.

Then Ren Zhong developed a second layer of fear.

The target of this fear was the infectious nature of this world.

He didn’t know what would happen next.

He was even worried whether he could continue to hold on to his original intention in this world.

After all, in the 21st century, he was just an unremarkable scholar, not a tenacious soldier who would risk everything.

Without related psychological training, it’s natural for him to have such concerns now.

But perhaps due to the effects of psychoactive drugs, or the long-repressed anger finally being released, or maybe sparked by the subconscious discord born from witnessing various injustices, an incredible thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Some vague thoughts became clear.

Since I have long been determined to change this world.

Then now is the first step forward.

I can kill the Fourth Level professional Bei Lihui in my sleep, showing that this world is not invincible to me.

But I must adapt to the cruel jungle laws of this world and yet maintain my humanity.

The way to adhere to myself lies in establishing a longer-term ideal worth fighting for all my life.

I must always remember who I am, what my mission is, and what I need to do.

Only in this way can I avoid sinking into these superficial slaughters.

My blade must be wielded for a sufficiently noble ideal.

Only then can I remain clear in the midst of bloodshed.

Then, from now on, beneath the surface’s lurking, I must always remember that I am a Chinese from the 21st century!

But I must also merge into the era, not remain purely a person of the 21st century.

I must become the inheritor at the confluence of human civilizations across different eras!

Because I clearly know that ordinary people should not be enslaved like this!

The wilderness people should not be so numb.

This is not being a human at all!

I want to be like those people, making those who live like beasts and servants, live like humans again!

I will carry on the legacy of my predecessors, sowing the seeds of hope on this land swallowed by evil tides.

I want this prosperous world, as I wish!

Slaughter is not the purpose, only the means. Because revolutions always require blood, both one’s own and others’.

Ren Zhong smiled.

He completely ignited the flame in his heart.

He no longer feared death, nor would he show mercy.

Because his blade found its direction.

...

Before the professional Night Watchman arrived, Ren Zhong bent down, picked up the intact Fourth Level wrist watch from the ground, and tucked it into his chest.

This wrist watch was still intact.

He had deliberately avoided this watch earlier.

Even in wrath, he remembered his initial plan.

The Fourth Level wrist watch that Bei Lihui possessed was one of Ren Zhong’s action targets.

When picking up the watch, he turned back to look at the Big Gun lying in the damaged sleep cabin, belonging to Bei Lihui.

Engraved on the gun body with steel print were the words "Scorpion Lion-191."

Ren Zhong speculated that this should be the model of the Big Gun that once killed him, and he remembered it.

"What’s happening here? Who are you?"

Sudden voices came from outside the broken window hole, and a mechanical arm with a scanning probe had already reached in.

Ren Zhong adjusted his helmet visor, walked to the front door, opened it, and said regretfully, "Alas, a Third Level Ruined Beast broke through the window and charged in here just now."

The three people standing outside looked at the unfamiliar armor with puzzled eyes.

Ren Zhong stepped aside, and the three of them came in.

One of them pointed at the messy room and asked, "What’s the situation now?"

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