I Am Extraordinary Alone

Wang Ye's fist crushed Ziyi's nose, then, circling behind, his hands gripped its head, muscles in his arms flexing, forcibly twisting it 240 degrees.

After killing four Ziyi, Wang Ye's physical strength was reaching its limit.

Under normal circumstances, the stamina of the demon marine corps wouldn't be so poor, but he had a penetrating wound in his abdomen, a section of intestines crudely stuffed inside, simply bandaged, dragging this half-crippled body to explode in a burst, already at the end of his rope.

Wang Ye glanced at the arc knife fallen on the ground, the wide blade already broken, taking it along would be pointless, so he collected some magazines and grenades from the corpses of the Ziyi unit, picked up a rifle, and prepared to leave.

At that moment, more insect wing vibrations echoed in the sky, Wang Ye furrowed his brow, for he could tell the arriving numbers were vast, far exceeding the size of a "patrol unit," as the noise approached, he recognized it as an entire legion.

Under the moonlit night, the quiet small town suddenly became noisy, Wang Ye gazed at the sky, seeing countless Ziyi flying to this place, and the white figure was also among them.

Wang Ye swapped the magazine, chambered a round, prepared for the last battle of his life.

The white figure, arrogant, stood in the night sky atop its flying sword, dozens of Ziyi diving towards Wang Ye, seemingly casting a net in the sky and earth above his head.

Wang Ye fired towards the sky, bullets dragging red tails flying through the deep black midnight, then several bodies fell from the sky, crashing into the snow.

However, death could not stop them, the white figure cared nothing for the Ziyi's lives, or perhaps the Ziyi themselves did not care.

Overwhelmingly, Ziyi descended, firmly grabbing Wang Ye, tearing at his muscles with claws, breaking his arms, then pressing him into the snow.

Wang Ye was held by two Ziyi with his broken arms, kneeling in the snow, one Ziyi came to him, using a bone knife to lift his coat, cut his abdominal bandage, then stabbed into the charred wound.

He had tasted this pain before, so now it was nothing, Wang Ye stared coldly at the opponent and muttered, "Bastard."

The Ziyi then directly sliced open the wound, afterward pulling out a large segment of intestine, cutting it off right in front of him.

Wang Ye groaned, seeing a large splatter of blood in the snow, feeling his head spinning.

The Ziyi's bone knife pressed against his throat, preparing to act, when suddenly the white figure jumped down and stopped it.

Wang Ye's vision was somewhat affected due to excessive blood loss, his mind buzzing, focus diminishing, he raised his head to look at the white figure, discovering it had an unexpectedly handsome young face for such a large body.

"We need to keep him," the white figure said.

Wang Ye spat at it, landing on its thigh, but the counterpart was not angry, merely extending a sharp fingernail, scraping off a piece of flesh from the chest, causing him to tremble in pain.

"Behave, or I'll whittle you down to a human stick," the creature said.

Wang Ye was held by the Ziyi, flying into the sky, he lasted for more than ten seconds before eventually fainting.

And in just over 20 hours, Wang Ye was brought back through the Blood Path to Hesaide Continent by the Ziyi.

Upon his landing, Shenwei Tianyang appeared, at this point Wang Ye was already dying, his body gradually darkening, the abdominal wound frighteningly severe, exposed intestines beginning to rot.

Shana handed Wang Ye over to Shenwei Tianyang, then returned to Greenland through the Blood Path to continue executing his hunting mission.

He transformed into light, enveloped Wang Ye, taking him to Eitoria...

No one knew how much time had passed.

Wang Ye suddenly awoke, a gentle ray of sunlight shone through the window onto his face, he felt himself lying on a soft bed, covered with a thin blanket, the ceiling was brown, the room filled with the scent of coffee and accompanied by mellifluous music.

He wanted to sit up but felt unable to muster any strength, his limbs seemed no longer his own, at that moment, he turned his face and saw a pale-skinned white-haired woman sitting beside the bed.

"You're finally awake," the woman seemed to have waited for him for a long time.

"Hiss hiss..." Wang Ye wanted to speak, but only a hoarse sound escaped his throat.

Somehow anxious, his right hand miraculously lifted, only to find it thin like a stick.

Noticing his anxious look, the white-haired woman softly said, "After the surgery, you were in a coma for a long time. Your organs failed several times, muscles atrophied, and I had to stay by your side, continuously providing treatment to keep you alive."

"Hiss hiss..." Wang Ye wanted to get up.

The white-haired woman smiled and shook her head, at this moment, a hunched old man walked in.

No, it wasn't an old man, but a goat-headed person wearing a brown robe, supporting themselves with a cane!

"The child of destiny finally awakes?" the goat-head asked.

The white-haired woman said, "Yes, but he still can't speak, please translate for me."

"Newborn child of man, come, if you want to say anything, just think about it in your mind," the old goat moved to the other side of the bed, smiling.

Though it had a goat-head, Wang Ye somehow felt it was smiling.

"Who are you! How have I become like this?!" Wang Ye glared at the old goat, his mind about to explode.

"I am Baphomet, this is Yaha, we are courtiers of Shenwei Tianyang," Baphomet said.

"I have already been transformed..." Wang Ye's eyes lowered, his mind buzzing.

Baphomet translated with the same voice.

"No, He insisted on maintaining your purity, on the day you were brought back, we performed surgery, removing those forcibly inserted black organs, now, you have been healed. You are a pure, complete human being," Yaha said.

"If I could stand up now... you two would be dead!" Wang Ye fumed.

"The war is over, all conflicts have ended. Wang Ye, I know your name, I know your importance to Him, oh... He refuses to let go of you, saying you are His alternative," Yaha smiled.

"I'm different from Him, He is a rogue, a traitor to humanity!" Wang Ye thought.

"He saved this world, completed His mission, Wang Ye, it is all over. We won, we defeated all of humanity's evils. We ended all suffering in this world, we defeated the stars, everyone is recuperating, we chose a good place to build a tower to the moon, and you are the sole survivor," Yaha said.

"I... am the only one...? How long was I unconscious?!" Wang Ye was shocked.

"Speaking of which, you might find it hard to accept, but I hope you can adjust your mood now," Yaha's face showed an awkward expression.

Baphomet stood silent beside.

"Tell me!!" Wang Ye almost shouted.

Yaha sighed, her expression akin to gazing at a pitiable child.

"Nine years, Wang Ye, you were in a coma for nine years," she slowly said.