My na is Li Xin, and I am a ti traveler. On a sunny hillside of Awuro Mountain, there’s a quiet little mound where I am buried.
I am from Shandong and studied law. Despite multiple attempts, I failed to pass civil service exams after graduating from university. I ended up becoming a lawyer—not the type you see in TV dramas as a dominant lawyer, with an internship salary of three thousand, mainly handling trivial cases, like helping the elderly who fall and then get blackmailed, frivolous lawsuits with no one in charge of them, and agents who don’t pay after a case is ruled. Occasionally, I’d take on a case where I feel I could use what I learned, only to realize my studies were of little help.
In school, we were taught that "the law bows to none", but the complexities of society and human nature dictated otherwise. My edges and passion were gradually worn down by the grindstone and sandpaper of life.
One day I awoke to find myself in a strange and eerie world, my soul inhabiting the body of a child, with fragnts of mory now in my mind. I was surrounded by ghost-like creatures in robes everywhere I looked, though I couldn’t rember how I got here, thinking about it gave a massive headache.
Thankfully, they did not mistreat . They mostly watched silently, always watching.
I stayed in the Secret Castle for a long ti, unable to calculate how long, but definitely a long ti. They had participate in bizarre rituals and tests, until one day a die appeared inside my body—unfortunately, it wasn’t a gun or bomb.
The prolonged psychological pressure pushed to the brink of collapse, with thoughts running wild all day, until one day when many children around my age ca to the Secret Castle. They referred to these ghostly beings as the Immortals, and they ca here to obtain sothing called the Divine Relic.
I seed special in so way, as they, following the Immortals, also referred to as Avogadro. My past experiences were still useful; although the children were talented, I could see the unease in their young hearts, so I set up a cool persona for myself to avoid giving myself away.
My na is Li Xin, not Avogadro. When I realized that it was possible to leave this ghostly place, from that mont on I began to look for opportunities, even preferring death over continuing this kind of life.
My chance finally arrived when a powerful woman attacked the Secret Castle, accompanied by several knights in white armor. They were powerful, taking so children with them. Seizing the chaos, I dashed into the portal they were leaving through, not caring whether what lay behind was Hell or whatever, I just wanted to leave.
The portal was clearly not ant for . When I landed, I was close to death. It was pouring rain, chilly, as I lay in the gutter, staring at the rusty, colorful iron railings reflecting a sliver of moonlight. It slled like freedom—I felt I was on the brink, slightly nostalgic, then I heard a child’s cry. A woman, soaking wet, was holding a child and ca to .
Seeing her appearance, my freshly ignited will to survive was extinguished again. That look—I’ve seen it before—helpless and lancholy, unable to protect oneself, like us, we were the weak in life. Forget it, dying is also a relief, I thought, and I wanted to take one last look at the sky outside, a red moon—damn, what kind of freaky thing is this.
Just as I resigned myself to waiting for death, the woman ca back, and she carried on her back. I could clearly feel the difficulty endured by her frail body. The child’s cries were loud, rats and cockroaches scurrying about, and yet this woman, step by step, inch by inch, carried forward. I didn’t know where we were going, but I felt warmth and reassurance like never before.
Eventually, I settled in this place called the Celestial Capital; life was tough, but as I grew older, things gradually improved.
One day, I t a Night Patrol nad Luo Jin. Honestly, from that mont, I decided to join the Night Patrol. The Night Patrol wasn’t the best option—Knight Order, City Hall, or even the Canon Law School were better choices—but given my current situation, it was already a good way to enter the city. Xueyin was growing up, and I couldn’t let her stay in the Underground City forever.
I didn’t report imdiately—life’s experiences told not to seem too eager.
The Night Patrol was a job, just like being a lawyer—doing what’s within one’s duties, not thinking that I represent justice or can uphold justice, as anything could not represent or determine anything. Showing off leads nowhere good. Human nature is very complex; just because you think it’s good doesn’t an others will too. Favor given can turn rancid; in my last life, I’d seen much and experienced it firsthand.
Luo Jin appeared rigid and stiff, but he’s a typical good person cold outside but warm inside. Sister Kathy was a hard-to-impress rich and pretty lady; I couldn’t tell what she saw in Luo Jin, and Luo Jin was still so uninterested. It made anxious for him.
Having strong support, I managed to smoothly enter the Canon Law School and made new friends. Xueyin began attending school, Aunt Fei started her own small business, and life was on the rise. Sotis I pondered how my predecessor ended up in the Secret Castle, why he was so formidable, with rich combat skills and inherent talents, and what his purpose was. Was he a Beijing person? Would soone recognize him? Inside, I felt grateful; if he had any last wishes, I would surely try to fulfill them. But there was no such part in my mory.
I had many worries but encountered none.
During the investigation of the Fallen, I learned about the tragic case of the Lin Family. It was imperative to help Aunt Fei get justice. As I delved deeper, I finally found the real culprit—Archbishop Matthew, who was as amiable and kind as a benevolent elder.
When I reached the basent of the arena, I found that Luo Jin had already completed the trial at the cost of his life. At that mont, I was deeply shaken. I wanted to avenge Aunt Fei because Aunt Fei was family. But why did Luo Jin do it? Was it for the justice in his heart?
Under the moonlit night, justice always prevails. I always thought it was just a work motto. After all, every fool shouts so, wherever they are. For unrelated people, for a belief, can one abandon personal life or even forsake one’s life?
Actually, in my past life, there were many such lovable people.
Matthew died, and killing him again felt great, but I had no choice but to leave the Celestial Capital and head to Hedan.
At first, I was a bit worried about going to a strange place; this world has many bizarre and dangerous forces. I adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile. Luckily, I t the Dragon Mother, found a place to stay, the environnt was a bit rough, but the atmosphere was great. David was the kind of person I envied—upright, generous, and warm. Although Dalivin, Ma Liu, and others were as poor as I was, we looked out for each other within our ager abilities. I decided to settle down here.
I was really happy to et Simmons again. I don’t know why, but I felt close to him, we got along well. It felt like going back to a previous life. I don’t know why he was so afraid of , I just couldn’t help but tease him.
With Young Master Simmons’ support, life was quite enjoyable, and I entered the Holy Land. I really didn’t want to go to this damn place if it weren’t to recharge the dice.
Oh, that ti I fell into the mist... Actually, I was dragged in, couldn’t break free. Damn it, luckily I managed to pretend successfully in the end. Seeing the admiration in Simmons’ eyes, I felt a sense of satisfaction, sigh, this must be the bond between brothers.
eting Christie was a coincidence. To be honest, she was beautiful and sexy, but I never thought we’d be together. I don’t think I’m her type, but life is like that. We got together; we both had our secrets, yet maintained a very tacit understanding of boundaries. Now I think it was probably two lonely souls warming each other, not dramatic but very fitting.
God, I finally t Miss Gemini. Words can’t describe the shock of that mont—graceful like a startled swan, elegant like a flying dragon, peerless beauty, captivating the nation and city, fulfilling all my fantasies from past and present lives. I could feel my heart pounding, my cells and genes trembling, a bit at a loss, but outwardly I acted calm, talking less to cover up.
Sotis the order of appearance really matters. I felt a bit lucky that I was already with Christie by then. Otherwise, I might have lost my mind, lost myself in pursuing Miss Gemini. With my limited romantic experience, different circles probably wouldn’t lead to a good result.
Gradually, my relationship with Christie got better, and life in Hedan beca smoother. I liked it a lot because, in my past life, I dread of traveling to such places—abundant sunshine, a relatively slow-paced lifestyle. I liked standing at the inn’s window, looking at the scenery outside. Actually, there were only a few tropical plants and a big sun outside, but at that mont, I felt like I was on vacation, very relaxed, with nothing to worry about. Life quality wasn’t high, but the soul felt free.
Watching the ga between the King and Oliver made my scalp tingle. It was one thing to be powerful, but how could they be so cunning? From my perspective, I could tell that the Church Court was entirely on Oliver’s side. However, there’s a puzzling point: even if they had to comply with the law, why wouldn’t the Church Court directly act against the King? Why would they allow the Celestial Principle School to grow? Given the Earth Temple’s prestige, they should be capable of wiping out the Celestial Principle School.
Later, when the King sacrificed himself, and Vladimir sacrificed himself, I understood the terrifying tactics of the ancient Church Court. This was no coincidence. Could it be that even the yield for bombing the Golden Tree was calculated?
The King and the Celestial Principle School were both nurtured as supplents for the Golden Tree by the Church Court. In this world, it’s still the Hidden Power that decides everything. Keeping a low profile, hiding one’s strengths and biding one’s ti, is the right approach.
After that, I had a vague sense of unease, because Christie had responsibilities, which were also a source of her daily stress. Indeed, Christie disappeared, leaving a letter for to leave. My reason also told to leave. It’s not that I didn’t want to be a hero, but I just didn’t have the capability. Even if I wanted to uphold justice, shouldn’t it be executed when I had enough power?
Continuously finding excuses for myself, but the feeling of inner conflict intensified.
However, young Morton died, that lively, adorable child, whose smile always carried sunshine, turned into a cold, pale corpse. This world didn’t even grant them the most basic right to survive; the law was a joke. And old Morton’s death stirred up the anger I’d suppressed for so long.
If there must be sacrifices, why can’t it be ?
I could give up everything, as long as Oliver dies!
In the end, I won. Oliver was dead beyond dead. This wave was a total profit!
Never expected the Pope would step in personally. The old thing played quite a trick. I really wanted to beco a nuclear bomb and take it down with . What a pity.
Though now I can only lie down, it’s very comfortable. If I et old Luo underground, I can proudly tell him: Under the moonlit night, Justice always prevails.
Golden Tree Volu Two (End)
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