I Am Extraordinary Alone

Nine years!

Just lying here for nine years?!

Wang Ye's anger surged, and in desperation, he managed to struggle to sit up sideways. Yaha got up to help, but he brushed her hand away.

Wang Ye fell off the bed and lay prone on the wooden floor, glancing back at his own body.

What kind of physique was this?!

His height was still close to 2 meters, but he was so thin that he was nothing but a skeleton! His ankles were as thin as chicken claws, and his limbs were long and slender like stalks.

Beneath the loose dark gold silk robe, his chest and abdominal muscles were no longer visible. The gaunt body was like ribs, with the skin stretched over the ribcage on his sides, looking very pitiful.

Still, after lying for nine years, his head was full of thick hair, which had grown quite long and the tips touched his shoulders.

He struggled on the ground, supporting himself on the floor with his hands, trying to crawl up, but he was so exhausted he was gasping for breath.

"Your muscles have atrophied, and there is no way you can walk on your own now, give up, Wang Ye, lie back on the bed, and I'll take good care of you," Yaha said softly.

"Get away, you demon!!" Wang Ye shouted in a hoarse voice but soon paid the price; because of the sudden outburst, he completely lost his voice and couldn't make a sound anymore.

A huge sense of weakness engulfed him, and with a thud, he collapsed onto the ground and drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know how long had passed...

Wang Ye awoke again; the sky outside the window was still daylight, and the warm sun shone upon the land. On the street outside, many people were speaking; Wang Ye couldn't hear clearly but felt a harmonious atmosphere.

This time, Yaha was no longer by his side. He looked at the small cabinet by the window, where three unpeeled apples were placed on a plate.

He tried moving his limbs again, and this time, he seemed a little stronger than before, opening his mouth to try saying a few words, and he could make slight sounds.

He uncovered the blanket and looked at his chest and abdomen. Beneath the open pajamas, his frail body was very smooth and looked no different from when he was in his twenties. Yaha said they performed surgery on him, but there were no suture marks on his abdomen.

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However, Wang Ye could still feel changes in his body; he no longer had that kind of strength, nor was there the continuous muscle ache that used to be there. He just felt very calm, although weak, his body seemed healthy, as if reborn.

But what does this mean? Now he probably doesn't even have the ability to kill an ordinary soldier. How about Wang Mingxue and the others? Did they escape? Nine years have passed... are they still alive...?

Wang Ye stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, when the door was pushed open. Yaha came in carrying coffee and bread, followed by a tall, thin young man.

Yaha was wearing a linen robe with slits at the hem, revealing a white long leg, and the chest and abdomen seemed deliberately left unbuttoned, with her pale belly showing from a gap two fingers wide, a large navel decorating her lower abdomen, and raised chest lifting the robe slightly, her head of spider-web-like gray-white hair draping over her chest.

The young man wore blue jeans and a brown jacket, with wind goggles around his neck, his hair jet black and short, with a hint of impatience between his brows, but this somewhat angry expression did not diminish his beauty much. He was pushing a wheelchair and followed Yaha silently.

"Are you feeling better?" Yaha asked.

She smiled as she walked to the bedside, placing the tray on the small cabinet, and the rich aroma of coffee wafted over.

"Leave me alone," Wang Ye said calmly.

"Don't be stubborn; you're an adult now," Yaha smiled, her tone like that of a gentle mother.

"You better listen to her, or else..." the young man threatened from behind.

Yaha turned around and waved her hand, saying, "Shana, be gentle, he's been lying for nine years, feeling grumpy when getting up is normal."

"I... I have nothing to say to you! Don't even think of corrupting me!" Wang Ye said.

"Corrupt? No, you are now a pure old human, I assure you, you just look a little frail right now. Once your strength returns, with some exercise and food, you'll become as robust as before," Yaha said.

She placed her hands on her navel, tilted her head to look at Wang Ye, seemingly wanting to see if he could sit up with his strength.

"Can you sit up?" Yaha asked.

Wang Ye tried, his abdomen curled with some pain; the muscles hadn't moved for too long.

He looked at the young man behind Yaha, even though the young man now appeared human, Wang Ye recognized him, Shana... the big white creature!

"Don't look at me like that!" Shana shouted angrily.

Yaha turned, extending her slender right hand, tapping Shana's forehead, saying, "Be gentle. Violence is no longer necessary."

Wang Ye propped himself up with his elbows, slowly moving his body out from under the covers.

Such a simple action took him two minutes; his arms were already sore and weak, so he had to rest against the bed.

The bread on the tray was very large, its surface covered with crispy crust, the light yellow parts seemed soaked in syrup, looking far more enticing than ordinary bread, and the mug wasn't filled with coffee but with oatmeal coffee; brown liquid with tea-colored oats floating on top, aromatic.

"Eat quickly; you still need to consume food for nourishment. We healed you; your heart and cells are very young, the physical age should be at the level of 3 to 4 years, this body is enough for you to live to 150. With regular exercise, perhaps you can live to 200," Yaha said.

Wang Ye closed his eyes, silent for a moment, then said, "Why is this? What is all this for? Why spare my life? Why treat me?"

"He has His reasons," Yaha said.

"I want to see him! I want to see We Tianyang!!" Wang Ye blurted out, suddenly realizing he could say His name.

"Don't be surprised, Wang Ye, you are completely new now. The things they imposed on you have all been removed," Yaha said.

"Those weren't imposed; it was protection," Wang Ye said.

"Protection for what? If you had agreed to cooperate at the time, He wouldn't have had to resort to violent measures," Yaha said.

"It's all your fault!" Wang Ye said.

"If you had listened to Him, so many people wouldn't have died; everyone's fine now, if you keep up this attitude, I'll slice you into pieces!" Shana pointed at Wang Ye and said.

"Shana!" Yaha turned back to glare at Shana, speaking in a low voice.

Shana lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, softly saying, "I'm sorry, Yaha, I'm sorry."

"Eat quickly, today we are taking you outside; there are a lot of things to discuss with you," Yaha looked at Wang Ye and said.