Role Playing the Dark Horse Character

Chapter 112: I Am the Chopping Board

[Why is Heige suddenly asking this? Does he think that ‘Yu Xiao’ is the Prophet?]

[It’s not impossible. No wonder he sought out Yiming. Shuang Buyan is like a father to both of them.]

[Combined with the earlier descriptions of the Prophet, holy crap, it’s not impossible. They’re both blond!]

[And the conversation between Yu Xiao and Heige feels like a parent dealing with a rebellious kid!]

[Flipping Fish, you sly dog, who would’ve thought!]

[So Flipping Fish and Shuang Buyan share one body, two souls? Looks like Shuang Buyan’s memories are messed up…]

[Is Heige unsure?]

[Possibly. After all, in everyone’s eyes, the Prophet is already dead.]

The manga readers initially analyzed why Heige said these things to Yiming, but as Heige’s attitude shifted, the comments grew heated.

[!!! Don’t say that! Weren’t you the one most heartbroken when Li got hurt?]

[He’s done talking to Yiming, just like how he spoke to that ‘Yu Xiao,’ deliberately hitting sore spots.]

[I thought because of Li, their relationship could improve…]

[Didn’t Yiming say it himself? Heige never wanted to talk properly with him.]

[Poor Corgi, hope shattered again.]

[Little Corgi, is he crying? Pat Corgi’s head. You should be used to Heige bullying you by now, poor thing.]

Even after Yiming left, the comments continued to pity Corgi.

In the panel, the ‘Shura’ in the black long dress watched Yiming leave, the smile on her face gradually fading.

Her expression became calm and emotionless, reverting to the appearance of Li, who had exited the manga long ago.

Revealing the true face beneath.

[Hey, why use Li’s appearance now?]

[Speaking of which, Heige’s true face still hasn’t been confirmed, right? Maybe they just look alike naturally?]

[Lab experiment, clone, android… this is too brutal!]

[You are me, I am you, we are one, an inseparable half—that’s even more brutal!]

[How can the best friend duo still be so tragic here!]

[Wahhh, no more tragedy! I knew Heige said Li was a dead person, but deep down, he still cares!]

In the panel, the youth stood still, slowly closing his black pupils.

As if recalling something, sinking his thoughts into the depths of memory, a pitch-black place.

The panel was steeped in thick black, and in the center of the black frame, a speech bubble appeared.

‘Don’t go.’

Three white words appeared in the bubble.

[‘Don’t go’? What does that mean?]

[Is this Heige’s memory?]

[Wow! Heige’s past revealed! So excited!]

The next panel was entirely black.

A familiar door, lying on the ground, surrounded by swirling dust.

Hua Yizhi’s face appeared inside the door.

‘The Prophet said six years from today, someone will save that little girl, and that person is the spark of our Former Ability Guild.’

The scene shifted.

In the night outside the door, a black-haired youth turned his back to the door, removing his sunglasses.

Revealing a face with a touch of softness but sharp, piercing eyes.

[Wait. When is this?!]

[Heige and Li really look the same! Same face, but this vibe is so Heige! So cool!]

[Wahhh, even sadder now! They’re not just best friends, they’re each other’s only one!]

[Yeah, inseparable halves, the only one!]

[Is this Jiao Huang? The Jiao Huang Arc?]

[I get it! The Prophet foresaw Little Corgi as the spark, so Heige came to Jiao Huang! He was there for Little Corgi!]

[Right, Heige’s connected to the Prophet! Heige and Li are both Little Corgi’s big brothers!]

[Does that mean Li came for Little Corgi too?]

[They showed up in Jiao Huang just to meet Corgi!]

[Little Corgi, are you touched? Your two big brothers traveled miles for you!]

The scene shifted.

The youth in the black trench coat, surrounded by flashing electricity, knocked out all the black-robed people in the room.

[Wait, why do I have a bad feeling? Why bring this up now?]

[No idea, but Heige’s so cool!]

[Rotating villains, but Heige’s the constant!]

The youth in the black trench coat hurried through the corridor, reaching the outside of the building.

Noise erupted behind him, and the youth turned.

From that door, a boy who looked like a flying Corgi rushed out.

In those black pupils, Yiming’s reflection appeared, bursting out from layers of encirclement, holding Tang.

Yiming turned at the same time, their eyes meeting across the distance.

Then he grabbed the youth’s hand and said: “Follow me, I’ll get you out!”

[????!!!!]

[Holy crap, holy crap?!]

[What does this mean?!]

[Aaaaaaaah?!]

[These two, what?!]

[I can’t even speak clearly, what’s going on!!!]

[Did I miss something? I thought this was Li’s plot!]

[Did I blink, and Heige and Li swapped identities?]

[Are they the same person? How can they be the same person! Was Heige just one person all along?]

[So, in Yue Shan’s lab, it was always just one person?]

[Don’t kid me! How could that be! How could they be the same person!]

[If they’re one person, that’s just too sad.]

The manga panel turned completely black again.

‘Don’t go.’

The black-haired youth staggered, head lowered, face weary, reaching out as if to grasp someone’s sleeve.

‘Don’t go.’

A long-haired man with a blurred face, the same man from Yiming’s memories—Shuang Buyan—smiled, extending a hand as if to pull someone up.

In a blank panel, a slender wrist reached forward, trying to grab something.

But the sleeve slipped through the fingertips, and the outstretched hand caught nothing.

The panel filled with black, then suddenly, specks of light appeared.

The light grew larger.

Someone grasped the slender wrist.

The perspective shifted upward, as if following the viewpoint of the person involved.

The panel showed a face with baby fat, youthful but resolute.

In the night, under blinding high beams, he reached out, firmly grasping the hand that had caught nothing.

‘I’ll get you out!’

It was Yiming.

In the panel, the black-haired youth froze, his gaze locked on the hand gripping his own.

‘That person is the Prophet’s adopted son.’

In the high beams, those black eyes seemed to light up.

‘The spark in the prophecy.’

[Aaaaaaaah, what is this situation!]

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!]

[An old wound reopened!]

[Yiming grabbed Heige back then, aaaaaaaah!]

[He grabbed Heige, so where’s Li?]

‘Weak people can’t protect anything.’

In the rain, the cold youth gradually curled his lips into a smile, his form shifting.

Under his boots, Qing Yu Chen’s corpse also changed, taking on the youth’s original appearance.

In the rain, the youth tilted his head back, his smile wild and unrestrained.

‘Only the strong can set the rules. The only way to fight for gain is to counter evil with evil.’

The scene shifted.

A child with an ahoge stood frozen, face like ice.

Ahead of the child, a youth with the same face walked forward.

That face gradually broke into a smile.

The wild, unrestrained smile everyone knew.

[Aaaaaaaah!]

[Enough! Enough! Stop!]

[Please, end it here! I’m a person, not a chopping board!]

[Li is Heige, Heige is Li. Li is Heige’s past, Heige is Li’s future.]

[Aaaaaaaah, what is this massive tragedy! I’d rather Heige really killed Li than have them be the same person!]

[From start to finish, it was one person. One person endured the dark years in the lab, one person was saved by Shuang Buyan, one person too weak to stop Shuang Buyan from walking toward death. It’s too tragic.]

[The weak self could do nothing, so he became strong, fearless, transforming into someone who could turn the tide, who seemed capable of anything.]

[Heige abandoned his weak self.]

“Is your name really Heige?” the person in the red cloak asked.

On a summer night street, the lonely streetlight illuminated two figures walking one behind the other.

“Does it matter if it is or isn’t?” the one in the black trench coat replied.

Under the cloak, the face belonging to Li quietly gazed at the nutrient tank in hand, staring at the skull inside.

“The current me is Heige.”

[End it, please, no more.]

[Wahhhh!]

[I’m dead, completely dead.]

[Let me rest, please, I’m crying so hard.]

[Don’t say that, wahhhh, why is even the name a tragedy!]

[You’re the light of dawn, the rising sun, not the villain you claim to be!]

[Li fans have gone mad. How can it be so tragic? Heige really killed Li—he killed his past self.]

[Heige fans have lost it, wahhhh, my male god, wahhhh, why treat my male god like this, wahhhh.]

The manga reached its final page.

In the night forest, the black-haired youth slightly tilted his head.

Those closed eyes opened, and a smile returned to his face.

As always, wild and untamed, as if nothing could break this person.

But with the moon high above the treetops, the scene was silent, with only one person present.

[Yiming, turn back! Look back, don’t leave him standing there alone…]

[Turn around! He’s the Li you’ve been looking for!]

[Look back at him, wahhhh!]

[He didn’t catch Shuang Buyan’s departing hand, but Yiming grabbed his.]

[Then he broke free from that hand and became alone again.]

[Wahhhh, aaaaaaaah!]

[Why did I have to read this? Why did the manga artist add more? If I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t be this heartbroken!]

[Wu]

[Sorry, accidental touch, but my tears are all over my hands, I can’t clean the screen.]

[I’m such an idiot, a complete idiot. Li, Heige, please don’t hurt me like this.]

…

[Dawn Arc, who’s still crying for Ahoge Li? It’s me!!!!]

1L Original Poster

Manga artist, can you sleep? I can’t!

Save me, please.

It’s been two hours since I finished the manga, and my tears are still flowing. Save me, wahhhh.

If this idiot doesn’t show some spine, you think I’m a chopping board? Huh?!

Yes, I’m a chopping board, wahhhh!