People who often work at high intensity must have had this experience.
When you are imrsed in work, your mind is solely focused on work, ignoring everything else. Even if you've been working for over a dozen hours straight, and you can barely hold on, you still won't feel too exhausted.
But if you stop what you're doing at this mont, all the negative sensations you hadn't noticed earlier will surge up and overwhelm you.
At this point, your craving for cigarettes will flare up, and you'll need to smoke a cigarette.
Your craving for alcohol will flare up, and you'll need to have a drink.
Your addiction to criticism will flare up, and you'll need to spend a few days in a detention center.
You'll feel sleepy, hungry, and thirsty, eager to et all the needs you've missed during work hours.
Li Zheng is like this now. He pushed his body too hard, and while he was still imrsed in battle, he managed to ignore the discomfort in his body.
Now that he's stopped, he feels like he doesn't want to do anything and just wants to lie down where he is and let his body fully rest.
"Go back, leave this to us, go back."
The voice continued to sound in his ear, carrying a comforting power, giving him a sense of reassurance just by listening.
"..." Li Zheng pondered for a mont, unable to hold on any longer, and had to nod, saying, "Fine."
He had already done everything he could, and continuing to push himself to fight would only break him.
Dragging his tired body back to the Golden Light Zone, Li Zheng collapsed as soon as he entered, his consciousness montarily blurred, then quickly regained clarity.
"Li Zheng!" Mirel anxiously ran to his side, sat beside him, and gently lifted his head to rest on her soft lap.
"Dad, are you okay?" Little Sakura asked with concern in her crisp voice.
"I'm fine."
His whole body was sore and aching, and Li Zheng didn't even have the strength to lift his hand to pat Little Sakura's head: "Dad is just tired, a little rest will do."
"Oh." Little Sakura raised her small fist to cheer him on: "Dad, go for it! Dad is the best!"
Li Zheng couldn't help but smile, rembering how it used to be like this, with him fighting in front and Little Sakura cheering him on from behind.
"Hah!"
A sneer suddenly ca from the side: "And I thought you were so mighty, but you couldn't even kill a single twisted creature and ran back! Useless!"
Mirel was imdiately furious: "If he's useless, then what are you, a guy who hides in the Golden Light Zone and sches?"
Enjoying the protection of the Celestial Dragon Race, turning a blind eye to their battles, waiting for them to kill those twisted creatures so you can profit.
This kind of person, how is he any different from a fly waiting in a pit for soone to co relieve themselves so he can enjoy the manure?
Sucking up manure while disgustingly buzzing in the ears of those relieving themselves!
"A wise man knows when to bow," the person continued his cold sarcasm, "knowing you're a worthless fellow but still putting on a show is just embarrassing!"
"You!" Mirel opened her mouth to curse but was stopped by Li Zheng.
"When warriors are injured or dead, flies are the first to find their flaws and wounds, buzzing and crowing, thinking themselves proud, imagining they are braver than the injured or slain warriors.
But the warriors are too weak to swat them away.
So the flies buzz even more, thinking they have an immortal voice, superior to the warriors.
No one ever sees the flaws and wounds of flies.
However, a flawed warrior is still a warrior, while a perfect fly is still just a fly."
Li Zheng spoke calmly: "This is sothing a writer from my hotown once said, and I relay it to you."
"Flies?" Little Sakura's voice was curious and innocent as she asked, "Dad, don't flies eat poop?"
If Li Zheng equated that person with flies in a calm tone, the man might have held back his anger; but Little Sakura's naive words directly ignited his fury.
"Are you looking for death?" the man said darkly, and a strong murderous intent enveloped Li Zheng and his group.
"I advise you not to act rashly." Li Zheng glanced at him and then gestured for him to look around.
The man turned his head and looked around. Sohow, more than a dozen figures had gathered, quietly watching him, saying nothing.
"You're standing up for this worthless guy?" he sneered.
"Standing up?" soone chuckled lightly: "We just found you displeasing, nothing about standing up."
"Hmph." The man snorted coldly: "You're willingly associating with such a worthless guy, disgracing your own race!"
"Losel, where did you get that idea from?" the person who chuckled said: "Doesn't your race have mbers who are weak as well? Are they all worthless? And you share the sa race, do you disgrace your race?"
Losel said arrogantly: "In our race, people reach Basic Level strength when they co of age, how noble is that bloodline? How can soone like this be compared to our race?"
"The notion of bloodline has long been banned by the Terminal; aren't you afraid your entire race will be expelled from the Outer City?" soone angrily reprimanded. This kind of theory, laden with bloodline and racial discrimination, was suppressed by the Terminal the day it was proposed by so ill-intentioned scholars. It's surprising that soone is still treating it as a doctrine.
Losel said: "Even if our race is expelled from the Outer City, our bloodline is much nobler than yours!"
"Stubborn ignorance." Everyone shook their heads; the world's hardest task is to implant one's thoughts into another's mind.
The originators of the bloodline theory succeeded in brainwashing Losel, while for them...
They couldn't be bothered to try changing Losel's view.
"Are you sure you want to shield this person?" Losel looked around at them with a clear threat.
"Alright, since you insist on putting it that way..." the person who spoke earlier feigned a helpless tone and said: "Then we indeed plan to shield him."
"Although we lack the Spiritual Power and Willpower to join the fight, every warrior brave enough to face twisted creatures deserves our respect."
"Regardless of your reasons for wanting to harm him, you'll have to get past us first!"
The Celestial Dragon Race's blessing of battle intent can help others defend against environntal invasions up to a certain distance behind the Golden Light Zone. However, so people know their limits and instinctively have reservations, unable to fully engage in a combat state.
Because of their internal distractions, the Celestial Dragon Race's battle intent blessing can't help them, so they retreated after attempting to step out of the Golden Light Zone.
Most of those standing up for Li Zheng are people like this.
Their hearts are aligned with all races, but their strength falls slightly short, so they stay in the Golden Light Zone, seeking opportunities.
But they absolutely do not harbor any intention of harming others.
Li Zheng trusts that if they are given ti to continue growing, when a beast tide charges the line again in the future, they will also appear on the battlefield.
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