Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]
chapter-203

Chapter 203: The Last World

The players stared dumbfounded at the rapidly developing plot in front of them.

Fuck, what’s the situation?

In less than five minutes, the situation was drastically reversed.

The young man looked to be still angry and kicked the huge bone clock that was as tall as a person, making the bones rub against each other with a rattling sound. Some small bone fragments rained down.

Every time he kicked, the straight back of the man in front of him shook slightly, as if he was really bearing the opponent’s strength.

The previous arrogant arrogance seemed to have disappeared long ago.

“No…” The man hurriedly said, “Listen to my explanation… uh!”

The blade inserted into the dial was pushed a little deeper, the man snorted and covered his chest. His face was turning paler and paler, making the already pale complexion look almost transparent, as if he was about to dissipate.

Onlookers: “………”

This development was really becoming more and more incomprehensible.

At this moment, one of the experienced players came to his senses and shouted: “Quick! Take this opportunity and end him!”

“Yes! Quickly!” The others also recovered, shouting urgently: “Don’t forget that he’s the boss of this instance! He was planning to kill us just now!”

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this wasn’t an ordinary instance boss. His body was stained with countless people’s blood, what’s even more frightening was that he was even aware of the existence of the game and tried to invade the real world!

It was simply horrific.

What kind of monster did this game create?

And the player in front of them was obviously the key to breaking the game.

Since the other had the ability to harm the boss inside the instance, it was time to seize the opportunity to kill him before the opponent counterattacks, so as to avoid future troubles.

Hearing the shouts from the side, the man was slightly taken aback.

That’s right, he was… the instance’s… boss…

right…?

With the rapid loss of the power in the body, the strong desire that was firmly rooted in the heart before slowly faded away, as if a layer of black shadow covering the eyes was dispelled.

At that moment, there was a strange sense of incongruity rippling in the depths of his heart.

The obsession he held on to, along with the malice and madness that gradually solidifying over the bloody years, seemed extremely insignificant and weak in that short moment… It was as if a layer of paper covering his body, was soaked in water and thus misshaped, seeming a bit misplaced and odd.

The man was slightly dazed.

At this moment, the words of the player not far away pierced through his absent-mindedness and clearly reached his ears.

“…Seize the opportunity!”

“Kill him!”

The man raised his head and looked at Ge Xiu.

The young man in front of him looked cold and emotionless, a pair of dark eyes stared at him condescendingly, carrying a certain kind of merciless cruelty.

They were obviously very close, but they seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, thick with fog.

There was desire in my heart clamouring.

You still have strength.

That knife didn’t hit your vitals— not knowing whether it was intentional or not.

The entire instance, the entire world is still in your hands. He is yours.

break his wings.

You can keep him with you forever.

A dark and viscous desire to possess turned in the depths of his heart.

But…

there was another voice whispering in his ear.

The hand covering his chest lowered slowly. Without pressing the wound, dark red blood flowed out instantly, soaking the suit around the wound, dripped down, and slowly dyed the carpet red.

——You can’t do it.

——You won’t hurt him, dare not hurt him, don’t want to hurt him.

The voice was extremely weak, as if it would be overwhelmed by the crazy clamour in the next second. His reason was holding by a very thin rope, he could be broken free with a little force.

But no. Couldn’t. Cannot.

It was like an everlasting imprint deeply branded in his soul, a hint buried in the subconscious, an order encoded in the core program.

……Oh well.

He lowered his eyes.

There was no resistance, no persuasion said, just like a trapped beast resigned to be slaughtered, unsuspectingly exposing its fragile neck.

Ge Xiu watched him deeply.

He knew that he wouldn’t kill him.

The blade was stabbed deep into the heart of the bone clock, causing only pain and torment without damage to the actual working gears within.

But he himself stood defenselessly just one step away from the man in front of him.

In the instance, the instance’s boss authority was supreme, meaning he could control and use everything in the instance—whether it was the NPCs or the surrounding environment, they were all sharp blades in his hands, as long as he wished to.

In any situation, he wouldn’t enough time to pull out the blade that had been embedded in the bone clock and cut into the vital heart.

Ge Xiu never thought that one day, he would actually do something so stupid.

He was used to planning ahead.

One step, two steps, or even three steps in advance, always predicting the behavior of the enemy, guessing and deducing the choices they would make when facing all possible situations. He would then mercilessly cut off their retreat and take the lead in sending a knife into the opponent’s chest, not counting on fortune and leaving no future troubles.

It would be foolish to be kind to someone who doesn’t discern between good and evil and Ge Xiu never made that mistake before.

However, now, he was standing in front of the opponent defenselessly.

… from the very beginning, there was no killing intent.

Ge Xiu was a little confused.

Trust. How unfamiliar is this word.

But he trusted the man in front of him.

——No matter what kind of appearance he appeared in, whether he was in the opposite camp or not, but he instinctively believed that…

He would not hurt him.

So stupid.

This kind of trust completely violated everything he’d believed in before, every rule he practiced.

Ge Xiu was even expecting the other party to betray this trust.

This would at least liberate him from this incredibly strange and overwhelming situation, so that he could sneer and turn his head to look at his past stupid self—— how naive, to trust someone you had never even met face to face in reality, look, you’ve got yourself in such a predicament stupidly—and then he’ll feel relieved to be back in that predictable safe world again, a world where he would never hand over the choice of his life to anyone else. In there, he would never let himself be so passive. He would feel safe.

But… the imaginary picture did not appear.

The man in front of him only lowered his eyes and waited calmly.

Not far away, other players were still urging and shouting, the piercing voices giving Ge Xiu a little headache.

He frowned impatiently:

“Shut up.”

Ge Xiu’s voice was not loud, calm and without any threatening tone, but there was a chill in it that made all the players stop and look at each other in dead silence.

The man raised his eyes in surprise.

However, before he had time to focus, the young man in front of him suddenly raised his foot without warning and kicked him hard on the chest. The man fell backwards and more blood gushed out from the wound, dripping to the ground.

Ge Xiu stepped on the opponent’s chest, bent his knees slightly and looked down at him condescendingly:

“Look at me.”

The man was stunned, subconsciously raised his dark eyes and focused his gaze on the face looking down at him.

“Tell me,” the heavy soles of his shoes gradually pressed with more strength, as if wanting to crush the other’s flesh little by little.

There was a breath-taking power hidden in the young man’s voice:

“Who am I?”

It was a face that seemed to have been blessed by God. The clear and sharp jawline outlined the almost aggressive beauty, light and shadow falling from above divided this face into clear and distinct brightness and darkness, light and shadow. The dark eyes, seeming unfathomable as if an abyss where everything was hidden, lowered slightly, fixedly staring at the person under his feet, nailing him to the ground like a sharp knife out of its sheath.

The man stared blankly at Ge Xiu.

The false memories endowed by the world were like flimsy paper, which would loosen and deform after being soaked in water, easily torn apart.

Miss Wright’s face became blurred.

This was very strange, because he fell in love with her at first sight and couldn’t extricate himself. The face of the other party should have been deeply imprinted in his mind and become the center of his obsession, but all of this was crumbling. His memories, paranoia and madness were all like a strange mask, a distant and empty world, with the young man standing in front of him being the only real existence in the whole world.

“You…you are not…” The man’s words were incoherent and chaotic, as something strange woke up in his mind: “But, you are.”

Ge Xiu bent down a little lower.

His voice was very quiet, but it could reach the other party’s ear clearly:

“You know, I lost that bet.”

A soft sigh reached the man’s ear and he saw that the young man’s lips curved up, the coldness and alienation in his dark and deep eyes seemed to melt into snow in an instant: “So, I would like to admit defeat.”

“…YES.”

The deeply buried memory was freed at that moment.

[Let’s make a bet, how about it? ]

he heard himself ask.

[Three months. You stay with me for three months, if you still have no feelings for me, I will admit defeat and let you go back to the sea. ]

The merman’s eyes widened in disbelief.

[However, if I win, you will marry me. ]

The human’s warm palm and the siren’s icy palm solemnly clasped together, and the two completely different temperatures slowly blended and spread—[deal. ]

“…Ge Xiu.”

The man replied.

He stared at the young man in front of him, looked deeply into the other’s eyes, as if tasting the most beautiful syllable in the world, he repeated slowly, word by word:

“Ge Xiu”