I Can’t Play This Game Anymore

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Perhaps only the fragments of the past that are recalled at this moment feel the most beautiful.

Before that day, I had no name.

As long as she can remember, her mother beat herself frequently and cursed herself as the god of plague.

It was not until later that several people broke into the home, killed his mother, and took him away that he understood the meaning of the so-called "God of Plague".

They told themselves that they had a rich father, and as long as they lived with other children and looked forward to the future, his rich father would come to pick him up soon and lead him to live a good life.

He had high hopes, but soon discovered it was just a scam.

One day he sneaked out pretending to sleep, but happened to overhear a few doctors chatting.

From their mouths, they learned that his father was indeed a rich man, but he didn't want any children.

He took a large amount of money and made a deal with a woman, entrusting her to give birth to his child. However, this was not to pass on the incense, but to reserve his heart.

Because the father's heart seemed unable to sustain it for long.

Before he could escape, he was discovered by patrolling personnel.

He thought that his life would end here, which was a relief for him at the time, but he didn't expect that the nightmare had just begun.

The "father" did not let his subordinates kill him, probably because he was too young and his organs did not meet the standards for use, so he did not take any parts from his body.

But from that day on, he was held alone in a dark basement.

Apart from the time for eating and sleeping, he was basically trained like animals by the mercenaries with high intensity.

Occasionally taking him out to breathe fresh air or feel the impact of the rain is enough to make him very excited.

Because only at this time can he feel that he is indeed alive.

Those mercenaries are not sadists, their purpose is pure: a strong and powerful heart.

Maybe they felt that mental endurance was also important, so not long after, they started letting him watch the entire process of organ harvesting.

For a child like him, it was indeed unacceptable at first.

Watching those children of my own age lying on the bed with expectant faces, they were then injected with anesthetics, the necessary organs were removed raw, and finally they were carted away like garbage and dumped into the incinerator outside.

He also felt extremely suffocated, even the hand holding the cage was trembling, and fear spread throughout his body.

But as time went by, the soft places in his heart finally hardened.

Even when he watched some children being killed because they were no longer needed, he did not show any emotional change.

Because I have begun to accept all this.

Such is fate, resistance is futile.

Even though his desire to live is extremely strong, there is nothing he can do in this situation.

The only person imprisoned in the basement is himself, but occasionally the unlucky ones who have offended the guys above are sent here to be tortured to death.

The day before they met him, the mercenaries brought a well-dressed young man into custody.

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From the conversations between the mercenaries, we learned that this guy was an undercover agent investigating here, but he was caught because he was betrayed by his superiors. The people above seemed to want to get some more information out of his mouth.

This guy was very tough and tortured him for a whole day without revealing any information.

According to the habits of these mercenaries and the higher-ups above, he might be killed and thrown into the crematorium tomorrow.

But none of this changed anything for him, because his "father's" heart could no longer hold on for long, and his days of being used as an organ container were about to end.

Until that day comes.

I don’t know why at that time, the lights in the entire basement went out instantly.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to try to escape in the chaos, but soon a group of armed mercenaries came to the basement from the secret passage and prepared to take him away.

Although he didn't know what was going on outside, his father obviously cared about his heart.

When the two leaders saw that he had begun to pick the big lock on the iron cage, they were ready to step forward and break his limbs.

After all, his heart is already very strong now, so it doesn't matter if he can't move it.

Just when he was about to surrender to fate again, the man fell from the sky and used the bluestone he stepped on to smash the two mercenaries at the front into pieces.

Even without saying a word, the mercenaries were instantly shocked by him.

Immediately afterwards, the man relied on incredible power to slaughter all the mercenaries present.

The existences he feared were as fragile as sand in his eyes.

Although he couldn't see his specific appearance in the dark basement, he could vaguely see that his body was covered in blood, and everywhere he went there were only screams and bloody flesh.

For me, this is not as simple as killing the mercenaries and tearing their bodies apart.

That person completely shattered the destiny that he was prepared to surrender to.

So even though he looked like a bloody Shura at the moment, he was like a god in his own eyes.

At that time, he no longer cared about whether he would be involved in it. He just excitedly kicked open the damaged iron cage and ran towards this "god" regardless of the tears of joy on his face.

But the other party threw him away hard and cursed a strange word.

The only thing that flashed through my mind at that time was a familiar thought: Maybe he was the same, and he was just trying to get his own organs by going to all this trouble.

But as the bullet passed over his head, he realized that he was doing this to save himself.

I also instantly felt a strange feeling that I had never experienced before. For normal people, this feeling is called "being loved".

But after doing all this, he just turned around and looked at himself, and left quickly.

This also made me more convinced that he was not seeking anything from himself.

He got up from the ground again and ran to the place where the man disappeared, but there was no trace above his head at this moment.

Must find him!

This was my only thought at the time.

But when I lowered my head to search, I only found a broken name tag where the person had just been standing. That was the name given to them by the people who worked in this building, so it was basically not their real name.

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This broken name tag should belong to the mercenary he had just killed. The body and the name tag were broken off. Judging from the font, it was still a foreign character.

But for me, it is an excellent souvenir, because my whole life has changed because of this person on this day, and I can even live for him.

And I also had a name that day, which was the remaining writing on this broken nameplate: Kiryu.