Zongman: I have really retired!

Xia Youjie looked down at the smoke-filled battlefield in front of him. The soldiers rushed forward regardless of their own safety, blood was flying everywhere like goose feathers, and the defeated were throwing away their helmets and staggering away.

The scene in front of him reminded Xia Youjie of the battlefield in his previous life. It was a distant memory, but it was as clear as a knife.

The streets where people used to come and go were covered with people's blood and severed limbs, and all kinds of weird things occupied this once bustling neighborhood.

He could clearly hear the mournful wailing and crying of the people, the shouts of the soldiers and the echo of the Awakened attacks. Vaguely, he seemed to hear the sound of those strange attacks piercing their flesh and blood, and heard their cries for help and the sounds of their hearts stopping.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't save them. Even though he had the power to save them, he still couldn't save them.

When he returned from the North American soil, there were only a few fragmentary recordings of his work to prove the traces of their efforts.

He came late...

"Sorry……"

Sorry, I came too late.

"Captain...am I...very powerful..."

He heard the girl ask him hoarsely with blood in her throat.

"Well, that's great."

The girl seemed to smile, and she slowly stopped breathing.

The short-haired girl was half-leaning against the wall quietly, her blood covering half of the wall. Ignoring the blood all over her body and broken internal organs, just looking at the smile on her lips, she looked like a student taking a nap.

It's a pity that I'm afraid I won't wake up again this time.

The girl who was working out hard behind him broke free from the shackles of time and stayed at the age of 20 forever.

"It should have been me who deserved to die back then. It was my incompetence as a sister that caused such a result, so I joined the Bureau. At least...if I can...I want to help more people."

The girl's trembling voice seemed to still be in his ears, mixed with the wails on the battlefield, making Xia Youjie's mood even worse.

It's too bad...it's all meaningless death.

Xia Youjie didn't stop this war, and he had no reason to stop it. He was just a passerby. This senseless war is happening all the time in every corner of the world.

He is no longer the young man who insisted on right opinions in black and white. He has also become a terrible adult who can coldly issue orders to send hundreds of thousands of people to their deaths.

Thanks to the political education he experienced in the previous world, he also learned a lot of things that he had neither learned nor cared about before, and read many books.

At the beginning, he could not understand the sentence "A necessary war is a just war" in "The Prince". Later, he understood it after reading more.

There are only so many resources in the world. If you don't fight for them, you can't survive. Human beings are also members of the natural world. No matter how we evolve, we cannot get rid of the law of the jungle. It's just that this truth is more obscure in the human race.

Xia Youjie just watched the battle silently, assessing the strength of the Transcendents on both sides. Recently, he has been traveling around the battlefield. Most of the places he traveled to before were in bustling urban areas, and he didn't really go deep into the battlefield.

This time I came to see my opponent to train myself, and of course I had to understand the opponent's abilities. Even in order not to disturb the progress of the war, he deliberately found a truce period for these Transcendents to challenge, which was quite considerate.

(The transcendent ones from all over the world finally rested:...)

While Xia Youjie was frantically challenging the strongest players from all over the world, Britain on the other side...

"So, you found yourself a weakling?" Yves Sol said to Bill Sharp in a mocking tone.

I heard that Bill Sharp had found a boyfriend, and he also deliberately held the art exhibition in the UK, just to take the opportunity to see what kind of man could charm Bill Sharp. It turned out that he was a scumbag...

(It doesn’t count as fighting against the five scum, after all, his superpowers are not attack-type.)

Oscar Wilde, who was next to the phone, was a little unhappy, but still didn't speak.

Bill Sharp ignored Yves Saul's sarcasm and just answered: "You don't have to worry about my business! Are you ready for your art exhibition? Don't make another joke in the end. Some things still have to be done." be careful."

"Hehe, that's about it. Even though you have poor taste, as a friend I will still give you a wedding gift~ So what do you think I will give you?"

Perceiving the subtle threat from Bill Sharp, Yves Saul restrained himself a little.

"If this is your gift, please forgive me for rejecting it."

Yves Sol pursed his lips: "I've been preparing for a long time~Aren't you really curious? Don't be so cold~Bill, will you and that friend attend my art exhibition?"

His tone was a little playful and a little provocative.

"...I won't go. I'll give the tickets to Agatha Christie."

"That's too much!!! Bill!! I went to your concert, how could you not come to my art exhibition?"

Yves Saul on the other end of the phone started to lose his temper and started shouting that if Bill Sharp didn't come, he would go to the UK to cause a scene, and then both of them would be finished! !

Thinking of Xia Youjie's request, Bill Sharp finally pinched his nose and admitted that he would attend his art exhibition.

After hanging up the phone, Oscar Wilde said very dissatisfied:

"Who the hell does this guy think he is? Why is he so rude?"

"I advise you not to mess with him if you have nothing to do. His powers are, well, a bit weird. It's just difficult to deal with."

"How difficult is it? Can it be harder than Agatha Christie or Shakespeare?"

Bill Sharp sneered softly, "It's even harder. Agatha Christie and the others are still reasonable, but that guy is completely unreasonable. He has a lot of weird things, so don't make it a big deal."

"Something weird?"

"His superpower is called Art Museum No. 7. It is known that "Rose Manor" is a superpower item, so guess how many "Rose Manors" there are in that art museum?"

Oscar Wilde took a breath, "That guy can really create supernatural items at will?"

"That's not true, only his own works can do it." Bill Sharp added.

Come on, that’s scary, okay? How many works does he have to have to be considered an art museum? Even if there are only a dozen, as long as two or three of them are as harmful as "Rose Manor", it is already terrifying.

Oscar Wilde asked with some confusion: "Then why haven't I heard of his fame?"

"He himself is both a creator and a collector of works. It is normal that his works are rarely circulated and you don't know.

The painting "Rose Manor" is widely circulated because of its spiritual pollution. As for the functions of other works..."

Bill Sharp smiled happily: "Take a guess."