"Have you heard of restraint?" an old man asked a young man. The young man shook his head. The old man continued, "Restraint is the law of the world. Even people with powerful strength are limited by restraint. Otherwise, the world will be in chaos. At that time, people with power in the world can slaughter those without power at will. What awaits this world will be chaos. In chaos, all living beings cannot survive. In the end, the result will be destruction."
These soldiers are really just like the police in TV dramas. They arrive late only after the bandits are subdued. Sure enough, civil servants are all the same. The soldier who takes the lead is the legion commander, the one who led everyone to crusade against the monsters. When he saw the corpses of the robbers, a look of joy appeared on his face. Then he helped the black-cloaked person up from the ground and said, "Did you deal with all these robbers?" The black-cloaked person nodded and didn't say much. It's not that he didn't want to talk, but because the restraint made him extremely weak now. The man nodded in satisfaction after hearing this. Then he waved to his soldiers. Immediately, more than a dozen soldiers drew their long swords from their waists and slashed at the civilians who had just been saved by themselves. Immediately, there was a series of screams. In a short while, these people were all cut down and lying in a pool of blood. Even the child who had just thanked him was not spared.
The black-cloaked person widened his eyes, which were full of blood vessels. At this moment, anger occupied his reason. He pushed the man's hand away and shouted heartbreakingly, "Why?" The man was very satisfied with his subordinates. With a sinister smile on his face, he drew out his long sword and then stabbed it into the black-cloaked person's body. It pierced through. The black-cloaked person knelt on the ground again. He felt as if his strength had been suddenly taken away and he felt extremely weak again.
The man was very satisfied with this result. He stood there with one hand on his forehead and grinned. Then he kicked the black-cloaked person hard and cursed while muttering. "You're so arrogant. Are you great just because you have divine power? In the end, you still fall into my hands. You're so cocky. What can you do besides nodding and shaking your head?... After a few minutes, the man vented his emotions. Leaning close to the black-cloaked person's ear, he said, "I believe you also know the power of restraint. Without the power of restraint, people like you could conquer the whole world without any effort, let alone a country. So, for the country, you can die in peace. After you die, your body will become the energy of the country and continue to serve the country. You can be considered to have died a worthy death." After saying that, the man kicked the black-cloaked person's head hard. The black-cloaked person only felt a buzzing in his head from this kick. Without thinking, he knew that his skull must have been fractured. After this faint, the black-cloaked person never woke up again.
In a daze, the black-cloaked person's consciousness was gradually disappearing. In these few seconds, it was as if several years had passed. He thought of his family, thought of coming to this world inexplicably, being discovered, and everything he had done for the so-called people. In the end, what he got in return was betrayal and death. With a bitter smile, he was really stupid. The reason he didn't talk was that he had depression when he was on Earth. It wasn't that he didn't want to communicate, but that he didn't know how to communicate. He just wanted to be a good person and help others, so he did so much.
Thinking about now, the timing of the appearance of these robbers and civilians was extremely coincidental. He had powerful strength. And the restriction was that he couldn't kill people. Of course, he had never killed anyone and had never thought about it. But at a critical moment, as a person, how should one choose? Kill? Be killed? Or watch others be killed? No matter what choice is made, just follow one's instinct. And all this was obviously a trap set by this man. The purpose was to make him kill the robbers and temporarily lose his strength. Then take the opportunity to seal the weakened him. And take this opportunity to kill him. And all this was due to these people's fear of power. When people are in fear, anger, and other strong emotions, any decision is possible. Thinking of this, his consciousness gradually drifted away. Sighing, he thought, is this the feeling of death? It's so quiet around, so quiet...
The alarm clock made a beeping sound. A man woke up from his sleep and grabbed his messy hair like a bird's nest. It was another brand new morning. But the man didn't have any emotional fluctuations about the arrival of a new day in his heart. Because in his heart, the arrival of another day was just a repetition of yesterday. There was no freshness at all. He felt like a machine, just endlessly repeating what he did every day in the past. This feeling made him feel very bad. But for the sake of living, what else could he do?
The man's name is Zhao Yan. He is an ordinary wage earner. In addition to his daily work, he acts like a grandson in front of his leaders. These days, it's not easy to earn a living. Acting like a grandson and not making mistakes are the basic principles for keeping one's job. Zhao Yan could be described as being fed up with this kind of life. While brushing his teeth, he smirked at himself in the mirror. He didn't know how long it had been since he had smiled from the bottom of his heart. After smiling for a while, although it looked a bit stiff, smiling was better than having a straight face to please the leader. Putting down his toothbrush and washing his face with clean water, he found that his dark circles were as black as a chimney. Sighing inwardly, there was no way. Life was just like this. Sometimes Zhao Yan couldn't help but think, why was he alive? After working hard to earn money for more than ten years, he was in his thirties and couldn't even have a girlfriend. He didn't earn much money. It was good enough to have enough to eat, drink, and pay the rent. Sometimes, when he was deducted some money and it wasn't enough, he had to rely on his parents. And recently being sick had made Zhao Yan's life even more difficult. It felt like he was living just to work for the hospital. Thinking of this, Zhao Yan helplessly lifted his clothes and looked at the scar on his stomach. In order not to delay his work, he started working two weeks after the operation. If he didn't go, then his job would be lost. He didn't dare to tell his family because he knew that even if he said it, it wouldn't help at all. It would also make his parents worry about him.
Zhao Yan was walking on the street and felt a faintly painful sensation in his wound. This kind of pain would appear during this week of work. It was just especially painful today. After walking for a while, Zhao Yan was sweating profusely from the pain. So Zhao Yan found a flower bed by the roadside and sat down. Lifting his clothes, he saw that a large area of his sweatshirt had been stained red with blood. Zhao Yan's head buzzed. He thought, it's over! If the wound worsens and it takes a month or so to delay, then the company will definitely fire him. This thought flashed through his mind, and then he forced a smile. Sighing, he didn't expect that he might lose his life because of the worsening wound. What he thought of was still making money. Zhao Yan wiped the blood off his stomach with a tissue, pressed a handkerchief against the wound, and stuck the wound firmly with tape. Looking at the time, it was almost seven o'clock. If he didn't hurry up, he would be late for work. So Zhao Yan quickened his pace and headed to his workplace.
After a day of work, it was evening in the blink of an eye. Zhao Yan covered his wound with his left hand and held the mouse with his right hand, looking through online materials. Just then, the minister quietly came behind Zhao Yan and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Yan, there are several reports here. You do them later and send them to my computer." After saying that, he put the reports by Zhao Yan's desk. Zhao Yan frowned. Thinking that his wound was bleeding and he had originally planned to leave work early to find a small clinic and get a few stitches. Unexpectedly, the minister added work temporarily just before getting off work. Anger immediately occupied his whole brain, but he still smiled and nodded on his face.
At one o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhao Yan finally finished the work at hand. The wound that he had been covering with his single hand didn't hurt much at this time. It seemed a bit numb. So Zhao Yan moved his hand away and looked at his clothes. This look was startling. He found that the ground under the chair where he was sitting was already full of blood. He didn't even feel that he had lost so much blood. No wonder the wound didn't hurt so much. It turned out that he felt numb because of blood loss. If this was the case, then this was definitely not a good sign. Once the body started to numb, it meant that the blood in the body was not circulating and the cells were dying. If it wasn't treated in time, then this time there was really a life-threatening danger. Thinking of this, Zhao Yan quickly stood up from the chair and thought of going to see a doctor. But as soon as he stood up, a dizzy feeling suddenly rushed to his head. As a result, he fell to the ground. Zhao Yan only felt a darkness in front of his eyes and then lost his strength. He only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier and couldn't help closing them.
In the darkness, Zhao Yan seemed to hear someone asking him, "Is it worth it?" But no matter what, Zhao Yan couldn't open his eyes or make any sound. It was as if he had lost his body and he was just a grain of sand in chaos. There were only these three words in his ears like a repeater, repeating over and over again. Gradually, Zhao Yan regained his senses. Although he couldn't move, the warm feeling around him made him feel very comfortable, just like lying in a warm quilt, making people feel at ease. But this feeling didn't last long. Zhao Yan felt a great force pulling his body down continuously. Immediately after, Zhao Yan felt a glimmer of light. And this light became more and more dazzling. Zhao Yan desperately tried to open his eyes to look, but it was still in vain. Just at the moment when this feeling almost blinded his eyes, Zhao Yan suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, Zhao Yan was stunned again. The scenery in front of him was very strange. Looking around, he should be somewhere in a forest. But his last memory was clearly fainting in the office. How could he appear in the forest?
A few minutes later, Zhao Yan gradually recovered from the shock. What followed was deep fear because all this was simply inexplicable and completely beyond human understanding. Zhao Yan looked down at himself and found that he was completely naked without even a piece of cloth to cover his shame. He thought, could it be that he had been kidnapped by some organization and thrown onto a deserted island to test the limits of human survival? It was not impossible because in the reports of a certain country, there were always some people who did such things to train killers. And he had read a few such reports online. So Zhao Yan stood up and felt his body. He didn't find any pain anywhere. But it was precisely because he didn't find any pain that made Zhao Yan feel abnormal. Because due to stress, many parts of his body had serious lesions. If pain was divided into ten levels, then pain below level five would be considered comfortable. So Zhao Yan intentionally or unintentionally looked at the place where he had had surgery and found that the wound had miraculously disappeared without even a scar left. Even the most advanced repair technology couldn't do this. So Zhao Yan's heart skipped a beat and a bad premonition suddenly filled his whole body.