After billions of reincarnations

[A certain reincarnation of Jiang Ge]

You know what, we're all going to be consumed by the flames.

Yeah, I know.

--Inscription

The fourth district, the slums.

After entering the interstellar era, due to the different choices of the initial leaders, each star region has its own form of government.Among them, the fourth district chose the restoration of the monarchy and aristocracy-no matter when, in fact, a few people will always hold power, right?

Equality, liberty, are just brilliant and ridiculous proclamations.

At least, this is the case in District No.13.

The bitter wind blows through the oppressive low-rise buildings, and there must be many people cursing in the cold wind.But Seran felt that the north wind was very good.This is the only time of the year that can blow away the foul air that fills District No. 13.

District No.13, this is what the nobles call this place.Of course, it has the more colloquial name "Slum".

All places devoid of dignity and humanity can be associated with "slums".

Seran sat before the broken doorframe, scraping at a scrap of metal with his dagger.

He heard low coughing from the house behind him.

"What? He's not dead yet."

Seran didn't look back, and continued to scrape the metal harshly with the dagger.

"..."

Facing his not-so-kind words, the people in the room didn't seem to know how to answer for a while, and were speechless for a while.

"Fortunately."

Seran sneered, stood up, lowered his head and got into the door.

He looks like a tall man who is very rare in the slums. In the ancient earth period, he could kill a bunch of basketball players in seconds.Wearing a wallet that I don't know how many years I have worn.His finger joints are thick, and there are thick calluses on the tiger's mouth.

"Tsk, it looks like you have enough life."

Seran swung the dagger and looked down at the young man leaning on the back of the bed.

That was a young man who wouldn't get any good looks in a place like a slum.He was wearing a black military uniform with a gold badge on his shoulder.

The young man's face was pale due to excessive blood loss. Of course, this may also be due to the fact that Seran opened the window of the room and let the cold wind pour in unscrupulously.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands quietly.

Thick white gauze wrapped his hands, but there were faint dark red blood seeping from the gauze.

"If you don't die, you will settle the money."

Seran walked over and closed the window, he raised his eyebrows and said casually.

"Where is my knife?" the young man asked, "Has anyone taken it?"

"Sold by me."

Seran replied.

"Otherwise, where do you think you can get gauze in a ghostly place like a slum?"

The young man flexed his fingers to check the wound on his hand.

Seran leaned against the window and looked at him, saying sarcastic words: "My uncle, you can save your energy. It's all useless. It's good if I can keep it for you. If you mess around again, I'll find someone to pick it up again. "

The young man's face was still the same as before, and he couldn't tell what mood he was in.

It's like he wasn't the one whose hand was almost cut off.

Seran lit a cigarette, and the smoke rose in the room.

"Tell me, how did you get yourself to this point? My uncle."

The young man laughed when he heard this.

Hell, he could still laugh.

"What else can happen?" the young man said calmly, "I tried to knock some people down, but failed."

Seran took a big puff of smoke: "Master, you are my uncle!"

He snuffed out the cigarette, and turned around violently: "You are capable. You were hunted down last year, and this year you will directly become a wanted criminal of the empire?? Will you become a wanted criminal of the universe next year?!"

"Maybe."

The young man smiled casually.

Seran wanted to grab something and smash this guy to death.

Anyway, according to the way he is doing things, sooner or later he will lose his life.

………………

Seran met the young man last year.

In fact, Seran's identity is not clear at all - as we all know, places like slums always allow violence and evil to breed.People who live here and don't want to die probably have something else in their hands.

Seran is a killer.

Those nobles who pretended to be noble kept saying that they adhered to the creed of knights and were able to tolerate the sins of the enemy.

——Perhaps for them, as long as they didn't kill themselves, the crime doesn't lie with them.

Seran would take any order, and he would kill anyone if he could afford the price.

That year, he took an assassination order.

Someone asked him to assassinate the newly appointed minister of the material distribution center.

Seran also wore his black leather jacket that day, in which he concealed a sharp dagger.He was tall, but he moved lightly and silently, and when he walked in the shadows he seemed to melt into them.

That's his natural ability.

"shadow".

He relies on this ability to become an excellent killer.

But that time, there was a person waiting on the route he was moving forward.

A cat flicked its tail lazily, and a young man in a white shirt squatted beside the cat, stretching out his hand and gently scratching the cat's jaw.The young man looked gentle, without the slightest bit of aggression.

However, Seran stopped instinctively, turned his wrist, and clasped the dagger in his hand.

He sensed a mortal danger.

"Are you going to kill Minister Laika? I'm sorry."

The young man stood up and spoke to him politely.

"He can't die now."

The young man was good-looking, his light-colored pupils shone with a faint amber-like light under the sun.But Seran's pressure didn't ease because of this. At that moment, he felt that what he saw was a terrifying weapon covered in human skin.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead little by little.

Seran finally drew the dagger.

He needs that money.

The young man sighed softly, turned his slender and elegant hand, and a Tang knife appeared out of thin air, holding it in his hand.

Seran heard a crisp knife sound.

Then his dagger flew out in a whirl.

Tang Dao was attached to his neck, and he didn't even know what happened in the middle.

The opponent retracted the knife and tilted his body slightly.

"Sorry, please go back."

Only now did Seran realize that he was covered in cold sweat.

"Don't worry about your business." The young man smiled, and he seemed to be wearing a mask on his face, "He can't blame you—unless he can make a voice from the underworld."

With a bland sentence, Seran could smell the blood on his knife.

Then Seran understood what he meant.

The nobles who commissioned him to kill the new minister were all killed.All of them had their throats slit and died.

Later, Seran met young people in the slums several times.

He seems to have come for the cat.

It was strange that they could be so strangely familiar.But the youth is very mysterious, always coming and going in a hurry, the knife always seems to be shrouded in blood, and there is always a mask-like smile on his face.

Seran asked the young man why he only warned him back then and took the knife away.

The young man was sitting by the window, grooming the cat—the skinny black cat was fattened by him.

"If you die, there will be a lot of trouble." The young man said, "I don't have time to take care of those children in the slums."

"Nice job, Mr. Killer."

The young man turned to him and said.

"Who cares about the life and death of those brats?"

Seran replied gruffly.

There are always children struggling without parents or parents in the slums.Hunger and cold are the biggest enemies here.A small amount of food distributed by the empire every month is not enough for the people here to survive, but they are not qualified to participate in the work of the "upper class".

For so many years, Seran's salary as a killer has been spent on them.

He naturally loathes all aristocrats and all high-class people.

"He wants to change the current distribution system." The young man said, referring to the head of the material allocation department that Seran was going to assassinate. "He, like you, also came out of the slums. Because of his natural ability, he got the opportunity to join the army. Maybe he Can bring a little change to the slums."

Seran snorted and reluctantly accepted the explanation.

The young man was always in a state of being hunted down. He occasionally stopped at Seran's residence, rubbed the stupid cat twice, and then left in a hurry.

Seran kept swearing at him and threatening to use it as a safe place for money.

After hearing this, the young man took out a coin from his pocket and put it on the table.

——All the belongings, here you are.

Damn, any elegant and elegant person is an illusion, this guy is a poor ghost.

Then at the end of last year, the young man solemnly handed over the black cat to him, leaving behind a bag of cat food.

"Are you asking for help?"

"That's it."

"As soon as you leave, I'll take that stupid cat off the ground."

Seran spoke harshly.

How could he, a majestic killer, be a cat breeder?Still unpaid.

The young man was still smiling, and he walked into the bitter cold wind holding the Tang knife.

The black cat squatted at the door, meowing softly.

Impatient, he stretched out his feet and said, "Meow, meow, I will be your uncle from now on."

The black cat quickly jumped away, and its golden eyes gave him a haughty look, full of contempt.

"Hold."

…………

Seran began to pay attention to the information on the star network.

But the young man never said his name, and he rarely mentioned things about himself.Seran can only pay attention to the reform actions of Minister Carleigh, hoping to spy on the traces of youth activities from the middle.

How much does a change need to pay?

No one can tell, and it may be just a few words in the history books of later generations, but the bloody smell in those few words is so strong that it can't be waved away.

Maybe the youth was the same kind of person as Minister Carleigh.

They struggled to get up together under the heavy shackles. Compared with them, Seran's action of spending all the commission to save those children seemed very light.He was saving a dozen people, but they were thinking of saving thousands of people who were struggling in despair and gradually numb and sad.

Seran looked at the reports.

Watching them try hard to win the support of the neutral congressmen and run hard.

Seran also gleaned information from his own shady sources.

Calle is the one who stands in the sun and screams, betting his reputation, future and life.Youth is a person who walks in the vast darkness and wields a knife between life and death.Blood, hope, darkness, corpses, bones... It was a huge vortex, engulfing everyone involved.

Grind all the living people into the slag of flesh and blood.

The reform started in January and ended in January.

Last month, the Sector Conference ended.

The Reformists were crushed.

In a country with a dictatorial monarchy, struggling to fight for the interests of the common people... It's like trying to light the whole world with a match in the vast darkness.The mantis is like a cart, that's all.

Minister Carleigh was dismissed, and on the third day after his dismissal, the news lightly reported that the former Minister of Supplies had died unexpectedly.

Other than that, nothing.

Then came a series of wanted warrants, some of which had appeared in the light, and some that Seran knew were hidden in the dark.Youth comes first.

Seran finally knew the young man's name.

Jiang Ge.

Jiang Ge, the river is surging, it can be used as a weapon.

A cleansing operation was launched.

When Seran thought that he had to keep that stupid cat without pay for a lifetime, he found Jiang Ge who had almost lost his life at the entrance of the slum.His Tang Dao was stuck in his chest, and it was less than half a palm width away from his heart.

The hand with that superb sword skill was almost cut off.

"It is you."

The young man was leaning against the moss-covered wall, wearing a torn military uniform, and his head was equal to the value of a planet.Seran's dagger was in his hand, and he opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and said.

The tone is like a simple reunion of old acquaintances.

There was no prayer for help, no fear of being killed.

There is neither life nor death.

His pupils are still light in color, like amber frozen for countless times.

The young man passed out.

Selan stood for a moment, cursed, and walked over.

…………

"Take my head to the military headquarters, and you can exchange it for an entire planet, the third-class viscount. I think it's more cost-effective."

Jiang Ge leaned on the back of the bed, looking at Seran who was smoking a cigarette.

"You still owe me money, why, you think you can't afford it and plan to take the opportunity to waste it?"

Selan answered unkindly.

Jiang Ge smiled: "There will be pursuers."

"The nobles won't step here. Didn't they analyze that the place where the poor are located is full of germs that threaten them?" Seran wanted to find something to give this guy's head.

Smile, laugh, tired of wearing a mask all day long.

"Where's my cat?"

Jiang Ge asked.

"It's stewed. The bones are in the backyard. Dig to see if you can find any undecomposed ones."

Selan spoke badly.

"Meow--"

With a soft and long sound, the black cat that had flowed out of the house and didn't know where it went was miraculously returned.It looked up at the young man sitting on the bed.

Seran was a little embarrassed, and yelled at the black cat to make it go away.

The black cat ignored him, swaggered over, jumped onto the young man's knee, and gently licked the young man's fingertips.

"Hold."

Seran gritted his teeth with hatred.

I have served this cat master like a slave for half a year, treating myself like air, despising and mocking the commonplace.Facing the young man, he acted like he could show his belly and act like a spoiled child at any time...it was a white-eyed wolf.

Jiang Ge lowered his eyes, watching the black cat rub its furry head against his hand.

The corners of his lips curved slightly.

The smile is not so fake.

Seran fell silent, he watched Jiang Ge teasing the black cat.

"I said, is it worth it?" Seran asked.

After the arrest warrant came out, Seran knew that the other party was actually one of the upper classes.He was from a moderately noble family in the empire.But he turned his back on his family, abandoned the power and status that should have been easy for him to obtain, and ran around without a few coins on his body throughout the year, fighting with a knife.

does it worth?

Why bother.

"Maybe."

The black cat lay cross-legged on the young man's body, the young man raised his head slightly, and the light fell on his pale and thin face.He stared at the ceiling, as if staring at a more distant sky.

"I don't know. But if it can make the world a little better, it's worth it."

"Don't be stupid. Who do you think you are?" The young man's voice was too soft, but something hidden in his voice was too heavy, Seran became irritable, "Change the world? Do you think you are a god?"

"This star area is already in a terrible state. Even God can't save it. Going to hell is the end it should have." Seran said coldly.

Jiang Ge sighed.

"That's right."

However, he can't help but hope that he can make this world a little bit better.

It was as if, subconsciously, he felt that this world should be warm and beautiful, as it should be.

The two stopped talking.

There was silence in the room.

"I'm going to find something to eat."

Seran didn't want to stay any longer and left the residence.

He went out to check if any pursuers had come.

Jiang Ge listened to the sound of the door being closed, and looked down at the lying cat.

He knew more than anyone how hopeless the world was, and he did it time and time again.

but……

"Seran."

The tall killer squatted in the corner cooking, and Jiang Ge suddenly called out to him seriously.

"Ok?"

"It's a pleasure meeting you as a friend."

"... Who the hell is your friend, and I am a creditor."

Jiang Ge laughed, but Seran cursed and didn't look back.

In this desperate time and world, all the bright people he has seen have been able to move him forward again and again.Like the young minister who promised to risk his life for change with him, like Seran who guarded the children in the slums.

Fire, black cat, cold wind, friends.

………………

Jiang Ge recovered from his injury incredibly quickly.

A few days later, he changed into clothes that were easy to hide and stood at the door.

"Give you."

Seran, who was scraping his dagger with a metal piece with his back turned to him, heard this, and then threw something at him.Seran caught it subconsciously.

It's a heavy bag.

He opened it and saw that it was a whole bag of golden imperial gold coins.

"You went to rob?"

"Borrowed from a bad luck."

"not enough."

"Are you a loan shark?"

"Do you really fucking want to die!" Seran threw away the gold coins and stood up angrily, "Kalai is dead, what else can you do?"

The thin young man stood at the door, and he didn't look back.

"do you know?"

The young man raised his head, the cold wind blew across his face, and his voice seemed to have the breath of wind.It makes people suddenly feel cold from the bones.

That impotent cold.

"We will all be consumed by the flames."

There are so many things hidden in his words.

Anyone who tries to light a fire in the dark is doomed to eventually be consumed by the flames, before, now, and perhaps in the future.

Silence for a while.

"Goodbye."

The young man broke the silence, he walked into the cold wind.

"then!"

Seran shouted and threw something towards Jiang Ge.

It was a Tang knife.

——It's Jiang Ge's knife.

He caught the knife and left without looking back.

He will be burned to ashes in the flames.

Seran looked at his back and thought, maybe he will go to hell with the imperial nobles with all his secrets.

For some reason, Seran felt that, for that person, perhaps going to hell was more in line with his wishes than going to heaven.

do you know?We will all be consumed by the flames.

Carlisle, who was trying to change, died, and the change became a bubble of yesterday, leaving only silence and despair.And how long can he guard the slums?A killer lives a life of death, and he is also a person who spins on the tip of a knife, so he will die eventually.

——Do you know that we will eventually be consumed by the flames.

--Yeah, I know.

Selan laughed.

He grabbed the dagger that had been sharpened for several days, and walked into the vast night.

What justice, what world, what light, he doesn't understand anything.He is a killer, and a killer is a guy who kills for money, and just now Jiang Ge threw him a bag of gold coins, so he will be deemed to have accepted the commission.

All along, he was unwilling to admit that he had friends, where did the killer get friends?

However, he still has a friend.

He only has one friend, and now his friend is going through fire and water.

Well, he goes too.

This is the first time that the populists in District [-] have failed to reform.

Blood shrouded the star area, and all kinds of people staged joys and sorrows, life and death friendship under this blood curtain.

The author has something to say: he can't help but wish that the world could be a little better, and a little better.

It was as if, subconsciously, he felt that this world should be warm and beautiful, as it should be.

—— Jiang Ge

The full text is completely over.

I am very happy to walk through this story of Jiang Ge with you.

Thanks to my dear Miss Yangyang, you will always be the star in my heart, in my world, there is a tower of Qiming built for you in the core of every star area.Thank you for your gentle and long company. It is the old man on Venus who lit the lamp for Jiang Ge and waited for him. It is you who lit the galaxy for me.

Thanks to my bald-headed brother Crow Crow, thank you brother for being my trash can again and again when I was most depressed, thank you brother and brother for continuing to die in secondary school as always, and thank you brother for playing the friendly role at the very beginning of the story—— The remuneration is not going to give you up.

Thank you to everyone who walked with me, I love you all.

This is the end of the story, but life will continue. I wish all readers can have hope. The world is big and cruel, but tenderness and beauty will not die.

The next story "After Becoming a Tyrant" has started to be serialized. If there is a chance, we will meet again in the story of the tyrant.

The relationship between readers and authors is amazing.

If there is a destiny, we will accompany each other for a period of time, and then at a certain point, the story ends and the play should end.

You stay or go, I am here, always here, telling one story after another as best I can.

Then wait, we may meet again some time later.

Fate is hard to say, but I hope that no matter where you are, all the people who have spent time with me will be healthy and happy.

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