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In the middle of a black void, Zhang Yong was still kneeling on the ground

"Is this the end of me? Have I finally died?"

His voice was sad as if he was ready to die, and he was

"Since I came into this world, I've just been floundering."

"I'm so tired"

In the midst of that complete darkness, a light shone from behind him

He turned around slowly. His body was in a broken state. If someone blew on him now, he could have fallen

In that light all he saw was a baby

'baby? Who would put a child here?'

He couldn't help but think like that

If she is dead, then isn't this the underworld? Doesn't this mean that this child had been killed previously, and perhaps this child was the memories of his life passing before his eyes?

Slowly this infant began to change, while Zhang Yong watched silently

He continued to watch, and in a short time, the infant had grown into a toddler of four or so years of age

Watch him grow up, watch him scream, watch him get emotional, watch him cry, watch him get afraid, watch him get angry, watch him slowly age until he died and was buried in the ground.

Zhang Yong watched him, waiting for a moment to see him smile, but he didn't

He watched all of the baby's experiences but did not see him happy and smile once

Every time he hoped the boy would be happy, he was sorely disappointed

Unsatisfied with what he saw, he extended his arm in an attempt to get closer to him, but the distance did not change

He gradually realized, his attempts were worthless, nothing could be done, such as his current situation

"Sad, isn't it?"

A pure, faint voice passed through his ears, more like his own voice. A young man with the same features appeared before him

That same black hair

Those same golden eyes

Zhang Yong looked at him but couldn't speak

"Those were lives- No, those were our lives in another reality, where you didn't take my body."

The boy walked towards Zhang Yong and stood in front of him

"If you say that I am the owner of the original body, it will be a lie. You are me and I am you."

"As you see now, I have not experienced a single moment of joy in my life. I was not born with talent, and my character was bad. What I suffered plunged me into despair, and gradually I began to become corrupt. I wanted to change the past but I could not, until you came, so I thank you."

The boy reached out and grabbed Zhang Yong's hand and helped him stand up, but Zhang Yong was unable to do so, the boy's words stabbed deep into his heart.

Regret overwhelmed him deeply and tears began to stream down his face

"How?.....How can you thank the person who stole your life? She took everything from you...your life...your family...and even your friends."

A feeling of guilt began to eat him up from the inside, tears falling gently onto their fists

A small smile appeared on the boy's face and he helped Zhang Yong stand up. Despite the injury he received, Zhang Yong was able to stand steady with his help.

"You didn't steal anything, you gave me a chance to live the life I wanted, even if it wasn't perfect but it was more than enough, I sincerely thank you."

Suddenly the arena began to shake and the pond-like ground began to create breaking waves as if it would separate the two. The world began to collapse.

The boy smiled calmly, "It seems that my time is up. I used what was left of the fragment of my soul attached to my body to talk to you." Then he smiled sarcastically, "Even though I tried to talk to you for a long time."

The two were separated little by little, the boy extended his fist and raised it towards Zhang Yong, "Don't forget, you are not just Heigai Naoto, you are Zhang Yong, you are both."

Slowly, the boy's figure began to fade among the waves until he disappeared

Zhang Yong opened his eyes to the wooden ceiling, he slowly got up from the bed and began to explore the place with his eyes, he was in a bedroom

The door slowly opened and a girl of her age, perhaps not younger than Zhang Yong, entered the room. In her hand she was holding some kind of basket. Seeing the awake Zhang Yong, the basket fell from her hand to the floor. "Ah, you're awake, I have to let Mr. know." The girl walked out. She quickly left the room while Zhang Yong did not pay attention to her

He looked at his empty hands, "Then I've survived." His hand turned to hold his chest, "But what's the point of that if it comes at the expense of other people's lives?"

Then he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, the door opened and a middle-aged man with black hair and a short beard entered

He took a chair and sat next to his bed. "How are you, son?"

Zhang Yong slowly nodded his head

The man let out a relaxed sigh, "That's good. I know you're still tired and I won't keep you too long. When you feel comfortable talking, you can look for me."

With these words, the man got up from the chair and slowly left the room

With the sound of the wooden door closing, a blue screen flashed in front of Zhang Yong

(Host, a transmission error occurred, and you tried to transport us to the nearest safe world, but we ended up falling into the Acroverse, which is the meeting point of the timelines of a number of worlds)

Words like "transmission error" or "acroverse" no longer meant anything to him

He closed his eyes to block the window in front of him, but images of everyone were still stuck in his mind: his parents, his grandparents, his brother.

Even the image of Zhang Yong with the original body, he didn't know how much time had passed, was lost in his own thoughts

Ideas like,

What if I had not been born, wouldn't everyone be alive?

If I was strong enough, I could protect them

Why did they have to die because of me?

My birth was a mistake

Slowly he lay down on the bed and was pulled towards his spiritual sea

He found himself drifting across a vast white space before he slowly stood up. He heard a voice calling him, a voice he had missed for a long time.

"Yo! Hello, Naoto, it seems I've been gone for a long time."

Zhang Yong turned around to see Yami standing behind him, he ran towards him and hugged him tightly

Yami patted Zhang Yong's shoulder and his voice sounded as if he was about to choke, "I missed you too, buddy, but you're keeping me from breathing."

Zhang Yong muttered slowly, "I failed… I failed at everything I did, I couldn't protect anyone."

Zhang Yong slowly let go of him while Yami slowly pushed him in, "Calm down, no one can blame you, you did what you could do."

Zhang Yong clenched his fists tightly, "I could have done more."

Yami sighed deeply, "I know, but there's nothing you can do. It's already over. There's no need to blame yourself any more."

Zhang Yong grabbed Yami's collar and pulled her hard, "Then why?! Why didn't you just take my body and leave me frozen? If you had, perhaps the outcome would have been different."

Yami lost the ability to speak for a moment, then said, "What if I did, and the result was the same, would you still blame me for my choice?"

His words fell like a blow to Zhang Yong, and the grip on his collar loosened slightly, "H-that...but the result will be-"

Yami interrupted him immediately, "It won't be any different. I know what would happen if I decided to freeze you and stay with me."

Zhang Yong's fists slowly left Yami's collar, as if they were out of strength

Yami came forward and put his hand on Zhang Yong's shoulder and consoled him in his own way, "I know that you are really upset and very remorseful, but you cannot stay like this forever. It seems that we have moved to another world. For now, you must rest and regain your energy. Well, the energy center in... Your body - the dantian - is already broken but not completely destroyed, and with you eating those potions, your spiritual power has declined to the fortieth rank, and since it is broken, you will not be able to use spiritual energy, so the Empress and I will continue to look for ways to solve this problem. Go and rest for now."

Zhang Yong slowly nodded and left his Spiritual Sea. Yami looked up and sighed, then a feminine voice rang out from the opposite side, "Don't you think you were a little harsh on him?"

The Ice Empress came out flying in front of Yami

"I'm not, he has to realize that even if you have enough power, it doesn't mean that you can protect everything you want, some sacrifices are necessary." He then muttered words that only he could hear, "even if he was different from 'that person' over there." "

Zhang Yong slowly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and left the room

This large house was like a large dojo

It was built with old wood, but it was solid

While he was walking, he noticed a girl sitting on the wooden floor with a needle and thread in her hand, knitting. She raised her head to reveal a pair of black eyes and long black hair.

With that little smile on her face, she was definitely younger than him, at least twelve years old. "You woke up already? How are your surgeons?"

Zhang Yong leaned forward slightly, "Thank you for saving me."

The girl laughed a little and smiled, "We couldn't leave you like that." The girl got up and shook off her clothes, "You can call me Xian. I assume you want to meet my father. Follow me."

Zhang Yong followed the girl through the house. They passed through several sliding doors. Zhang Yong couldn't tell what was behind them, but they weren't many. Most likely only three doors were all he saw.

"Although we have a few rooms, these are only used for storage. You see, our ancestors loved to collect and went out a lot in the world, especially my uncle Guan."

Zhang Yong listened to her as he walked. She led him to an empty space behind the house. The same man who had visited him in his room was holding a long spear and practicing with it. His movements were smooth and precise.

Seeing the two coming, he stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Hmm, I already went out, are you okay now?"

Zhang Yong nodded and bowed slightly again, "I'm better off, thank you for helping someone you don't know."

"Never mind," the man hummed as he put his spear away. "It was my duty. We have to help each other, aren't we all human?" Then he turned to the girl, "Xian'er, can you leave us alone?"

The girl nodded slowly and left the two in a flash. At that moment, the man said again, "I will be direct with you. Can you tell me your name and where you come from? Please do not take it as if I want to interrogate you, but the need requires it."

As Zhang Yong observed the place, he did not see any family members except the girl and the father. When he saw that an injured young man was sleeping in front of his house, he would think that he was being followed, and if the one pursuing him was still following him, this might pose a danger to him and his family, and this was logical.

"My name is… Zhang Yong." Zhang Yong's last words struck his mind

In the douluo world, he lived under the name Zhang Yong because he was born with it and could not change it

But how could he deny the name given to him by his late parents?

Even if he wasn't their real son?

He decided, he would live not only for himself but for Zhang Yong, as he said, Zhang Yong is Naoto and vice versa.

Then he continued, "But I don't remember where I came from."

The man looked with a little wonder, "Your last name is Zhang, I don't know what happened to you, but the look in your eyes explains it all. Why don't you eat with us?"

Surprised by the man's kindness, Zhang Yong didn't want to cause any trouble, so he wanted to refuse, "No need for that. I don't-"

The man put his hand on Zhang Yong's shoulder and pulled him gently with a smile on his face, "Just come, no need to be embarrassed, my wife is a good cook. I'm sure you will like her cooking."

Zhang Yong hesitated at first, but the man's smile made him feel a little at ease

He was pulled into a dining room with a round table. There were three people already sitting. The girl named Zian was sitting, and to her left sat a young boy who appeared to be nine years old with black hair and black eyes, and an older woman. Between her and the girl was a space that could accommodate one person. It was clear that this was where the man was sitting

The man sat down first, then Zhang Yong followed him and sat across from them

The woman smiled warmly at him, "Welcome to our home, young man. I'm glad you were able to join us."

The man pointed towards the food on the table, "Come on, eat, and feel free to ask for more. My wife worked hard to prepare this."

Zhang Yong looked towards the food and then towards the family, they were nothing more than an ordinary normal family, suddenly a picture of his family appeared in front of him, of his mother, father and brother.

He calmly picked up the chopsticks and began to eat, while two lines of tears fell down his cheeks, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

There was a worried look on the woman's face, "What's the matter, does it taste bad?"

Zhang Yong shook his head, that smile still on his face, "No...it's so delicious that I can't stop crying."

A smile appeared on the face of the relaxed couple

While they continued to eat

After finishing, Zhang Yong returned to the room where he woke up

From the pet space he took out Kuro, her wounds seemed to have healed somewhat, Zhang Yong let her lie on the bed while he gently stroked her head, although the size of a spirit beast at her age was high and therefore large in size, but now its size was reduced.

"I'm sorry Kuro, you were injured because of me, if only I had the power.....but that doesn't matter anymore, I've already lost my power center, and I can no longer feel my spiritual power."

As he slowly patted the unconscious Kuro on the head, it was a sleepless night for him