Imagination system

Lu Fang stood still, his eyes locked on the retreating figure of Liang Zhen, his mind a storm of fury. The shelter gates had just closed behind the last of the refugees, and the crowd's cheers had barely faded before the anger surged within him. He turned to Mei Lin and Li Lan, his expression hardening.

"I'm going after him," Lu Fang said, his voice sharp, cold with anger. "I'll make sure they've left."

Li Mei eyes widened. "Lu Fang, don't—" she began, but he cut her off, his gaze intense.

"No don't worry i'm just gonna make sure they left."

Li Lan, standing beside Mei Lin, glanced at him, her concern evident. "You're really going after them? Why are you so angry at them? What did they do to you?"

Lu Fang's fists clenched at his sides, said "nothing."

Li Mei stepped forward, her voice softer now. "Lu Fang, what's wrong? What did they do to you?"

Lu Fang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He looked at the two girls, his face softening slightly as he spoke, though his voice still held an edge of fury. "I'm fine. It's just… it's not about them. It's about liang zhen. Alot of people suffered because of him. I won't let him hurt anyone else."

He turned to face them, his expression determined. "I'll be back in thirty minutes. Stay here, and don't worry. I'll handle it."

Without waiting for a response, Lu Fang sprinted off, his legs carrying him swiftly toward the road where Liang Zhen's car had disappeared. The girls watched him go, the air heavy with unspoken words.

The wind rushed past Lu Fang as he sprinted, his body moving with a hurry that was caused the anger burning within him. Each step felt like it was pushing him further away from the past, but no matter how fast he ran, the memories of what Liang Zhen had done to him were always just a step behind. The torment, the humiliation, the cruelty—it was all still there, a constant weight on his shoulders. And now, he was going to make sure that Liang Zhen would never have the chance to hurt anyone again.

His mind raced as he followed the winding path, the sounds of the shelter fading into the distance. He was so focused on the road ahead that he didn't even notice the faint crackle of the communication device in his ear until it buzzed.

The road twisted and turned, the mountain landscape surrounding him, but Lu Fang's eyes remained locked on the black car that had barely begun to disappear around the next bend. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He wasn't just chasing the car—he was chasing the ghosts of his past.

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Flashback - The Torture

The memory hit him like a punch to the gut. The cold, hard walls of the underground facility where he had been held. The scent of blood and sweat in the air. The sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears as he knelt, hungry and weak. All caused by the day he asked liang zhen for a bread. Just a simple request, a piece of food to keep him going. But instead of compassion, he had received nothing but cruelty.

Liang Zhen had stood over him, his face twisted in disdain. "You think you deserve this?" he had sneered, kicking the loaf of bread out of reach. "You're not worth the crumbs."

Lu Fang had begged, his voice hoarse, but Liang Zhen had laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the empty room. The next thing he remembered was the sharp pain as Liang Zhen's soldiers had beaten him, each strike a reminder of how powerless he was.

But no more. Not this time.

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Lu Fang shook the memory away, his focus returning to the present. He was close now. He could see the car ahead, its headlights cutting through the darkness. He was gaining on it.

The car slowed as it approached a narrow curve in the road, the driver clearly trying to make the turn without losing control. Lu Fang's eyes narrowed. This was his chance.

With a burst of speed, he pushed himself forward, launching himself at the side of the car. He hit it with a force that sent the vehicle flying off the cliff , The car slammed at the bottom of the mountain, the impact ending liang zhen and his crew.

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Lu Fang stood at the edge of the mountain, watching the wreckage below. The car was a twisted mess of metal, smoke rising from the remains. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

He didn't feel satisfaction. He didn't feel relief. What he felt was a deep, burning need to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. The refugees, the people who had suffered because of men like Liang Zhen—they were the ones who mattered now. Not the past. Not the anger.

The system notification buzzed in his ear again, the familiar sound pulling him from his thoughts.

System Notification: [You have defeated 10 Unawakened Monsters You have gained 20 points]

Lu Fang glanced at the message, but his focus remained on the wreckage. The points didn't matter. What mattered was that Liang Zhen's reign of terror had come to an end. 

System Notification: [You now have 22 points in total]