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The top-floor office of 01 Technology Company was completely silent.
Da Dao Keji sank into the soft sofa, his posture languid, but his eyes were a lifeless emptiness.
He was like a soulless sculpture, completely out of place in this bright, clean, and futuristic space.
Outside the window is the bustling night view of the city, dazzling with lights and full of the hustle and bustle of life.
He was merely a tool waiting for his master's return, a living corpse driven by death energy.
He had no breath, no heartbeat, and even time had lost its meaning for him.
In the midst of this endless, numb waiting, his body suddenly stiffened without warning.
That's not an action.
Rather, it is a violent tremor originating from the very source of existence.
"Ok?"
For the first time, his lifeless eyes, which had remained unchanged for millennia, stirred with emotion.
A force descended.
It cannot be described, cannot be understood; it is grand, majestic, and sacred, as if the first wisp of law at the beginning of the universe was directly imprinted on his soul.
The next instant, a burst of light erupted from his chest.
It is not an external illumination, but a complete ignition originating from within.
A pure, warm white light instantly penetrated every corner of his body, engulfing him entirely.
"Uh... ah!"
A suppressed, inhuman roar was forced out from deep within his throat.
excruciating pain.
Unprecedented, unimaginable, and indescribable pain.
This pain does not come from muscles or bones; it originates from something deeper, from every tiny particle that constitutes his existence.
It felt as if the soul was being gripped by an invisible hand, undergoing the most savage tearing and reshaping.
He can "see".
Within his own body, the NEVER death energy, which had lurked like a black venomous snake for countless days and nights, was wailing.
They are the source of his actions and proof of his existence.
At this moment, however, under that sacred light, it was being forcibly and inch by inch stripped from his soul and flesh.
This process is not purification, but complete "annihilation".
Strands of pitch-black energy, mixed with an aura of death and misfortune, emanated wildly from every pore of his body.
They twisted, struggled, and emitted silent shrieks.
But once it came into contact with the white light that enveloped it, it was instantly decomposed and crushed, turning into the most primitive, pure particles without any attributes, and vanished into nothingness.
He rolled off the sofa and knelt heavily on the floor, his body convulsing violently.
Consciousness fluctuated between clarity and confusion amidst boundless suffering.
This is a form of torture that uproots him, making him the foundation of the "living dead."
However, amidst this seemingly endless, purely destructive pain, a strange feeling quietly began to emerge.
It was a kind of...warmth.
A warmth of life that he had long forgotten, and even thought he would never feel again in his life.
Just now.
thump.
A muffled yet incredibly clear vibration resounded from his long-dormant chest.
what is that?
For a moment, my consciousness of self-discipline and the Great Way went blank.
Followed by.
Boom!Boom!
The second time, the third time...
The voice went from faint to clear, from slow to firm.
His heart, which had long since stopped beating and turned to stone, was miraculously given new life by that sacred power!
"Boom thump... thump thump..."
My heart pounded like a war drum.
The long-absent, scalding blood was fiercely pumped out by this reborn heart.
They rushed against 227, brushing against his cold, stiff veins, bringing a burning pain, but also the first trace of warmth belonging to the "living."
He was no longer the puppet driven by death energy.
He is no longer the spirit that walks among the dead.
I don't know exactly how much time has passed.
The dazzling, divine light that enveloped him finally receded like the tide, slowly returning to nothingness.
The office returned to its previous silence.
Da Dao Keji remained kneeling on the ground, his body completely soaked in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He gasped for breath, greedily inhaling the air, feeling the slight stinging sensation of oxygen rushing into his lungs.
Everything seemed so unfamiliar, yet so real.
He slowly, using all his strength, raised his right hand.
That hand was no longer the lifeless pale one it once was; beneath the skin, healthy blood was clearly visible, brimming with the power of life.
He trembled as he gently placed the warm hand on his left chest.
there.
Through the soaked clothes and warm skin.
A vibrant and powerful heart is beating rhythmically, declaring an undeniable fact to him.
He survived.
No longer as a NEVER, but as a real human being.
A complete "person" with a warm body temperature and a vibrant heartbeat.
He was given a new lease on life.
Da Dao Keji remained kneeling there, motionless.
His eyes reflected the myriad lights outside the window, and also surged with a turbulent wave of emotions too complex to be described in words.
There was extreme shock.
There was an unbelievable sense of disorientation.
But more than anything, an emotion he himself was unaware of and could not define was surging forth from the depths of his newly revived heart.
It was something called "being moved".
He knew the source of all this.
That man.
The man who simply accepted his bet calmly brought him a miracle.
Su Chen.
He truly did keep his promise.
Chapter 91: Heartfelt Loyalty, the "God" Being Targeted, and Hidetoshi's Interest
When Su Chen's figure reappeared in front of the futuristic glass doors of 01 Technology Company, the afternoon sunlight was being cut into sharp golden beams by the building's silhouette, casting dappled long shadows.
The first thing he saw was the figure that had been waiting there.
The Great Way is to restrain oneself.
He stood there quietly, like a peerless weapon that had been drawn from its sheath but had now retracted all its killing intent, silent yet dangerous.
At this moment, he had changed into a brand new, crisp black combat uniform, the fabric clinging to his reborn, explosive muscle lines.
The decaying and chilling aura that had always lingered around him, belonging to the dead, had completely vanished.
Instead, there is a sharp edge, full of vibrant life force, belonging to the truly strong.
That sharpness wasn't outwardly displayed, but rather contained within his heart, settling into every subtle movement and every steady breath.
His eyes changed the most completely.
That former arrogance that regarded all things as straw dogs, that unique aloofness belonging only to the strong, has now settled down.
His gaze toward Su Chen was surging with an unprecedented, complex, and profound torrent of emotions.
There is a deep respect that comes from the very depths of one's soul.
There is endless gratitude for being reborn and reborn as a human being.
Even in the depths of those eyes, a flame of fanaticism burned, almost bursting forth from his body.
Su Chen looked at him, her gaze as calm as a bottomless, icy pool, and simply nodded slightly.
It was as if the astonishing transformation of Dao Keji was entirely within his expectations, and not even worth the slightest unnecessary emotion from him.
Without pausing for a moment, he prepared to walk straight past Da Dao Keji and return to his own cold yet efficient laboratory.
However, just as Su Chen brushed past him...
He was self-disciplined and made a move that surprised even Su Chen.