Chapter 28: 28. Return Again
The chanical Prison Guard in prison 18 carried away the bodies of three Death warriors.
The prison was sowhat quiet, everyone silent.
Qing Chen sat by the dining table, his face sowhat pale, lost in thought.
This was the first ti he had felt fear. The unease in his heart slowly turned into physical discomfort, even the breakfast he had just eaten couldn’t be digested.
At school, the teachers had taught him what a function was, what a subject and predicate were.
At ho, his parents had taught him how to use chopsticks, how to wash clothes, how to take care of himself.
But no one had ever taught him what death really was.
This kind of thing, you only understand how shocking it is to see life fade away before your eyes if you witness it yourself.
As for witnessing Death warriors biting into poison capsules to commit suicide, if he told others back in the Outer World, they would probably think he was making it up.
Uncle Li Dong looked at Qing Chen and asked, “Witnessing death for the first ti?”
“Yes,” Qing Chen pursed his lips in response.
“Are you scared?” Uncle Li Dong asked.
“A little,” Qing Chen nodded.
“You know, every person has two lives,” Uncle Li Dong said with a smile, “The second life begins when you realize you only have one.”
From that mont, you start to tell yourself about the importance of ti and clearly realize how much ti you have wasted.
For so reason, the more fearful Qing Chen was at this mont, the calr he beca inside.
He scrutinized his past and envisioned his future.
Uncle Li Dong looked at him and asked, “These three Death warriors were likely targeting , so by helping find them, you’ve earned a favor from . You can exchange it for sothing here, what would you like?”
Ever since they had started playing chess, Uncle Li Dong had asked him several tis what he wanted in exchange.
Qing Chen said, “I want a list of mbers of Li’s Financial Group.”
“Strange,” Uncle Li Dong remarked. “Why didn’t you ask for the thod to beco a Transcendent? There aren’t many people in the world who can owe a favor, but you’re the only one who doesn’t seem to cherish such an opportunity.”
Qing Chen thought for a mont and said, “Because such a small matter is not equivalent to the value of your secret. It’s impossible to exchange such a thing for a chance to beco Transcendent.”
Uncle Li Dong smiled, “How will you know if you don’t try?”
Qing Chen continued, “Besides, when the ti is right, you’ll give it to on your own. I won’t need to exchange it.”
Uncle Li Dong’s smile deepened, “You’re smarter than I thought, and more patient and prudent. You’re right, so things aren’t for trading; when the ti is right, they naturally co to you. Although I’m a bit disappointed that you haven’t seen blood, I thought it over and realized that if you were indifferent to life, I would actually find it boring.”
After finishing his words, he had Lin Xiaoxiao fetch the list of mbers from Li’s Financial Group, “I’m very curious, what do you want with this docunt?”
“I suppose I don’t need to explain its use, do I?” Qing Chen asked.
“Never mind, I won’t ask,” Uncle Li Dong said with a resigned laugh and waved his hand. “This favor is yours to use as you wish.”
…
At night, Qing Chen awaited the countdown to his return in his cell.
He had thought Lin Xiaoxiao would co today for the nightmare test, but that didn’t happen.
Perhaps the other party felt he was no longer bound by nightmares, so the test was unnecessary.
Or perhaps, Uncle Li Dong felt it was no longer necessary to test him.
Sowhere deep down, Qing Chen felt that the path to becoming a Transcendent was getting closer.
The countdown hadn’t reached zero, yet he lay down on the cold bed and closed his eyes to sleep. Unlike the previous anxious waits for his return, this ti Qing Chen had witnessed death and his mindset had beco even more serene.
By the ti he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in his little house on Xingshu Road, with the chirping of birds coming from outside the window, and daylight had broken.
He glanced at the white pattern on his arm, countdown 40:20:21.
It looked like another two days had passed.
“The process of transmigration is silent, so silent that not even a sleeping person could be woken,” Qing Chen mused to himself.
After a tense two days, Qing Chen felt a release of pressure upon returning to the Outer World, much more relaxed.
However, he already started to look forward to transmigrating again, as there were still more opportunities waiting for him there.
He dressed in his school uniform, ready to leave, but upon opening the door, he imdiately saw Jiang Xue leading Li Tongyun.
“Good morning, Aunt Jiang Xue, was the transmigration… okay?” Qing Chen asked.
“It’s fine,” Jiang Xue laughed, “I was just about to take Xiao Yun to school. Co over to our house after school tonight, I’ll buy so fish and ribs to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” Qing Chen wondered.
“I’ll tell you tonight; you’ll understand when the ti cos,” Jiang Xue said with a smile before leaving, leaving Qing Chen pensive.
On the way, Qing Chen opened his cellphone to browse the trending searches, eager to see what novelties had erged after this transmigration.
Indeed, a trending search caught his attention: foreign news reports stated that the Dark Web claid that killing a transmigrator would not grant one the opportunity to transmigrate.
Qing Chen was stunned upon seeing this news, for those few words implied the end of a vibrant life.
Reality often proved bloodier than what words could convey.
When he got to school, he noticed that the adjacent class had again gathered a large crowd.
Qing Chen pulled over Yu Junyi, a busybody class representative, and asked, “What’s happening? What is everyone looking at?”
Yu Junyi explained, “Didn’t they say a transmigrator was in the class next door? Liu Dezhu. He just arrived at school, and everyone is asking him about his transmigration experiences.”
Qing Chen was startled; he hadn’t expected the other to co to school.
He knew that the guy had been taken away by the chanical Prison Guard as soon as he arrived, and during the two days of transmigration, he had never seen him again.
Qing Chen had guessed he might end up with a psychological scar and take a leave of absence like Huang Jixian. Unexpectedly, he was now sitting in the classroom as if nothing had happened.
At that mont, Liu Dezhu was surrounded by classmates, and soone loudly asked, “Where did you appear after you transmigrated?”
“Yeah, what identity did you assu when you transmigrated?”
“How co you don’t have a chanical limb? I’ve seen that many transmigrators have them.”
“Did you really transmigrate, or are you just joking?”
Everyone bombarded him with questions, and Qing Chen elbowed his way forward, eager to hear what had happened to the other guy after the chanical Prison Guard took him and what he had experienced since then.
However, Liu Dezhu seed pressured by the barrage of questions: “I really did transmigrate!”
“Then how co you don’t have a chanical limb?”
Liu Dezhu stiffened his neck, “There are still many people without chanical limbs, and having chanical limbs is a good thing? Let tell you, I was transmigrated to Prison Number 18 and t Uncle Li Dong!”
The classroom suddenly quieted down.
He Xiaoxiao was a very famous ga strear, whose reputation soared especially among students after the transmigration incidents.
So everyone knew that Prison Number 18 was a significant place, and Uncle Li Dong was a very important person in the Inner World.
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