Holding the short knife, he climbed up the steps step by step.
The boy forcefully breathed the icy air into his lungs, feeling the biting cold temperature.
Breathing out a faint white mist, his eyes became much brighter.
When the short knife penetrated the strong man's back and pierced his heart, the boy actually didn't feel any pleasure of revenge.
In fact, there was clearly a part missing in his heart, a huge hole.
Being hurt doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter if your parents die and you are alone.
Eating unpalatable food and doing slave work, it doesn't matter.
Even being killed repeatedly didn't matter to him.
He could feel all the changes, but he didn't care about anything.
His heart is beating and his blood is flowing in his body. From a common sense perspective, he is indeed alive and considered healthy.
But from another perspective, he doesn't seem to be fully alive either.
The young man's heart seemed to have died.
Everything he could see was gray and dead.
But when the blood splashed on his body, he suddenly felt a special feeling.
The feeling of being alive.
The hole in his heart was briefly filled, and the boy experienced an unprecedented novel experience!
The hot temperature of the blood, the bloody smell pouring into the nose, the sweet taste bursting on the tip of the tongue...
And most importantly, the emotion of taking life away from others.
There seems to be more color in the gray world, which is exciting.
Following the impulse in his heart, he naturally slit the guard's neck with a short knife and pierced his eye socket with the blade, killing him completely.
All movements are without hesitation, natural, as instinctive as breathing.
The young man recalled that feeling and exhaled with satisfaction.
"It would be great if I could continue..."
Feeling the restlessness in his body gradually calming down, he couldn't help but talk to himself like this.
Then, as if I heard his prayer...
Bang bang bang!
From the corner of the stairs came the sounds of clashing weapons, heavy breathing, and noisy footsteps approaching, as several behemoth-like beings were charging over desperately.
"Hey! How's it going?"
"Tika!!! Say something to me! You're not going to die, are you?"
"Fuck, did he vent too much after going to find a woman yesterday? He can't fall to his death by himself, can he?"
The other guards were approaching quickly, but the young man was not worried, on the contrary, he was excited.
coming soon.
bring it on……
The emotions in his heart gradually surged, but his steps did not change and he still walked steadily.
Finally, the not-so-long staircase was quickly climbed up, and the three guards rushed out from the corner. At a glance, they saw the young man walking up.
"Damn! Something's really going wrong!"
"Hey! That bastard in front!"
"How dare you run out! Where is Tika!? What did you do to him!?"
Tikka?
Are you talking about the dead guard?
The young man wanted to speak, but before that, a ray of white light struck directly at him.
Clang!
Click!!!
The short knife in his hand couldn't resist it, and it flew away the moment the tiger's mouth broke.
There is absolutely no comparison between a weak slave boy and a guard who exercises every day in terms of strength.
But when the weapon was released, the boy did not stop. Instead, he caught the moment when the opponent's movements stopped and took a step forward to shorten the distance instantly!
Then, raise your hand and stab forward.
laugh!
"Ahhhh!!! Me! I can't see! My eyes!!!"
The young man thrust his finger directly into the opponent's eyeball.
However, the pain coming from his fingers negated the feasibility of this plan.
The finger will be broken, so it's not feasible.
"The power gap is too big..."
As the young man thought this, an angry figure approached from the side, and then his eyes fell into darkness.
"Need to change weapons."
…
Opening in front of the iron door, the young man turned back without thinking, returned to the dungeon and pulled out the iron sword he had never used from the waist of Tika's body.
Then go through the iron gate again, leaving all the sluggish slaves in the darkness.
…
Once again, the young man cut off Tika's head and lifted it up by his hair.
He found that throwing this spherical object in front of the opponent seemed to temporarily shock and attract attention.
Although if used incorrectly, the side effects may cause the opponent to enter a temporary violent state.
…
again.
"The person on the left has no vision, so he can attack from the blind spot on the right."
…
again.
"The person in the middle will step with his right foot before attacking."
…
The ninety-third heartbeat after opening my eyes for the thirty-first time.
The young man stopped and thought about a very important question:
"I should have a name."
The dead guard in the dungeon is Tika, the one-eyed one is Sulu, the one with scars on his face is Krai, and the one without a beard is Tulu.
They all have their own names, only I don't.
"Perhaps I can give myself a name?"
The young man thought as he stepped over the body that was still twitching at his feet.
"Ahem...you madman, ahem!"
Oh, it's not a corpse yet, the guard with the name "Sulu" is still alive.
Sulu looked at the young man bitterly and cursed:
"Look at you like this. Do you still want to escape? It's impossible!"
Although he is about to die, it seems good to be able to see that his murderer cannot live before he dies.
"Hahaha! You will die! Damn it! Hahaha...hoho!!!"
Listening to his curse, the boy expressionlessly inserted the sword blade in his hand into Sulu's mouth, making Sulu shut his mouth.
Then, the young man tilted his head, looked down at the arm that was severed during the battle, shook his head and nodded again.
"you're right."
In the disbelieving eyes of Sulu, who had not yet died completely, the young man pulled out a bloody long knife from another corpse at his feet and slashed it towards his neck.
"Can't get hurt."
…
…
"So, what kind of name should I give?"
Opening the door, the young man walked forward as usual, thinking about other people's evaluations of him.
"Madman, monster, bastard, slave, crazy guy..."
Among those means, there seems to be one word that appears very frequently.
"Crazy."
After a pause in his footsteps, the young man felt that he had come up with an answer.
"Rather crazy...rather crazy?"
But there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that there was still the last bit to go, so he could only continue to think.
"Ning Feng seems to sound a little strange... Then let's go to Ning Feng."
For some reason, the young man felt very satisfied with this name, so he nodded vigorously.