nycdaug Chapter 518 499 Ordinary Person Jiang Jianxin
Chapter 518 499 Ordinary Person Jiang Jianxin
Chapter 518, 499. Jiang Jianxin, an Ordinary Person
"Oh?"
Yuzhijia's tense shoulders relaxed, and she let out a soft breath.
The worst didn't happen. Everything was still under control, and this familiar feeling finally put her mind at ease.
"It seems... the new future I've intervened in is structurally stable."
She spoke softly, then nodded in satisfaction.
Jiang Jianxin didn't fully understand the deeper meaning in her words and was about to ask further when a heart-wrenching wail suddenly came from upstairs:
"what--!"
The sound didn't seem to come from a human; it sounded more like a wild animal struggling for its life in a trap.
This was followed by an even more suppressed and distorted groan:
"Well--!"
Then, all the sharp cries turned into intermittent, wet, sobbing groans:
"pain……"
"It hurts so much..."
This voice contained so much: crushed dignity, endless pain, and despair brought about by a clear understanding of one's own situation.
For the first time, Jiang Jianxin felt the pain of someone so vividly through their voice. She instinctively pursed her lips, swallowing back the words she was about to say. She frowned, pointed to the ceiling, and asked in a barely audible whisper:
"this……?"
Yu Zhijia simply waved his hand casually, his expression nonchalant.
"Don't be nervous, and you don't need to speak so softly."
Her tone remained relaxed as usual:
"He can't hear. Or rather, even if he could, it wouldn't matter."
Jiang Jianxin recalled the prophecy he had made when he entered the house: the "Crown Prince" lived upstairs.
Her instinctive vigilance against potential enemies prevented her from relaxing; she kept her voice low and carefully chose each word:
“But when we walk around and talk here, we always make noise. If the soundproofing of this floor isn’t good, he’ll notice something’s wrong sooner or later, right?”
"He's never the one I need to guard against."
Yu Zhijia turned around, took a tin box from a drawer of a low cabinet against the wall, opened the lid, and inside were several pairs of soft earplugs:
"But rather, it is the 'god' who 'awakened' with him and constantly watches over him."
She picked out two pairs, handed one pair to Jiang Jianxin, and skillfully twisted open the other pair and stuffed them into her ears.
The sound coming through the earplugs sounded somewhat muffled.
"That god is hard of hearing."
Jiang Jianxin took the earplugs, but didn't put them on immediately. He held them between his fingertips, waiting for what was to come.
"As for him..."
Yuzhijia raised his chin towards the ceiling:
"We already knew there were people down there."
Jiang Jianxin's eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't react for a moment, his thoughts somewhat jumbled:
"The...the Crown Prince...he knows...you've been living downstairs from him?"
"know."
Yuzhijia calmly nodded.
"He knows, but it's no use."
Her tone was calm:
"He's just a puppet completely controlled by God. You have to understand that 'control' here means one-sided domination and corruption. It means forcibly distorting his will and stuffing thoughts that don't belong to him into his brain, rather than reading his original thoughts and memories."
Jiang Jianxin put on one earbud, still holding the other in his hand, and couldn't help but point to his mouth:
"Won't he... tell that 'god' about the people downstairs?" "Before considering whether he would, we need to understand his position."
Yuzhi snapped his fingers crisply, a knowing glint in his eyes:
"This young master once had a fiancée, a respectable life, all his limbs intact, and a bright future. But now? Someone has chopped off his limbs, corrupted his mind, and stuffed him into a vase like a deformed plant, where he can only wriggle helplessly like a maggot in a small space day and night."
She paused, then looked at Jiang Jianxin:
"If it were you, would you voluntarily tell the murderer who destroyed everything for you and made you live a life worse than an animal... that there might be someone hiding under your feet?"
Jiang Jianxin fell silent.
The answer is self-evident. This situation may seem complicated, but once you unravel it, the logic is surprisingly simple and direct.
Before becoming the inhuman, ghost-like figure he is today, the heir of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals was an ordinary person with normal emotions and social relationships; otherwise, he wouldn't have been engaged to someone of equal social standing.
A dramatic change destroyed his body and normal life, and his mental world became distorted as a result. But no matter how distorted it became, the deep-seated hatred for the culprit who caused all of this was the only thing that never died out.
There lives an unidentified person downstairs. This "hard-of-hearing" god cannot hear the slightest noise, and he himself would never speak up.
As for God's method of manipulation, since it is one-sided pollution rather than thought synchronization, it is naturally difficult to actively obtain this insignificant secret in his mind.
An information blind spot was thus captured by the predictive, who then safely entered into it.
Seeing her expression gradually become clear, Yu Zhijia smiled slightly.
"You must remember everything I'm telling you today, down to the smallest detail."
She mentioned it casually:
“You’ll be going back eventually, and these seemingly trivial pieces of information might come in handy someday.”
Jiang Jianxin nodded solemnly and put on the other earbud as well.
Most of the world's noise was filtered out, but the intermittent, painful sobs from upstairs struck even more clearly.
Yuzhijia had already adjusted to a comfortable sitting position, her eyes slightly closed, as if she were resting.
Jiang Jianxin sat for a while, thinking that the wailing upstairs would end soon, but he did not expect that the Crown Prince could wail so loudly. Half an hour later, the sound was still going on.
She took a deep breath and said with difficulty:
"I might need to go out and get away from the noise."
Yuzhi's family didn't stop them, but only gave them some instructions:
"Don't go to places with loud screams, there might be thugs guarding those places, avoid fighting if possible."
"You must understand that foresight is an ability of the Light faction. To master it quickly, you must learn the lifestyle of the Light faction."
Jiang Jianxin asked:
"Specifically..."
The prophet explained:
"Imagine if you were an ordinary person, and your only modes of transportation were walking and shared bicycles."
Jiang Jianxin paused for a moment and asked:
"Can't I even just find a car on the side of the road to drive?"
Yu Zhijia said irritably:
"This is a society governed by the rule of law, not a battle royale game, and the apocalypse hasn't even arrived yet."
Jiang Jianxin understood. She left the house and slowly walked downstairs.
The chaotic superpower society of the apocalypse can easily foster a unique post-apocalyptic mindset, which can lead to a sense of maladjustment when returning to the normal world.
Just like now, Jiang Jianxin stood at the foot of the abandoned building, looking at the endless park road. He thought that he could neither fly on a sword nor use earth magic, and that he had to walk there and find his way by relying on road signs. Then everything went black.
"Phew, I've been missing life before the apocalypse ever since... Now that I've actually traveled back in time, I want to go back even more."
Jiang Jianxin muttered to himself with difficulty.
She glanced at her feet and said in a hypnotic tone:
"Alright, I'm not a genius swordsman, nor a healing master, nor a god. From now on, I'm an ordinary person, and I'm going to investigate this shady industrial park."