章節 5: 05.
His face lit up in manic glee. "Oh, heavens, you 'do' love me!"
Then, just as quickly, his expression soured. "But why didn't you tell me this EARLIER?! I've been running like a lunatic!"
He glanced at the revolver again, his curiosity warring with his panic. "Should I check? No. No! Don't jinx it, Lin Feng. Never jinx it!"
Another wolf lunged at him, and he instinctively fired.
Bang!
The beast crumpled mid-air, shot kickback from where it lunged.
Lin Feng smirked, his confidence swelling. "Unlimited ammo, huh?"
He spun around, skidding to a stop. The wolves hesitated, surprised by his sudden change in behavior.
"Come on!" Lin Feng shouted, brandishing the revolver like a madman. "You want a piece of me? Let's dance!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The forest echoed with gunfire as he mowed down wolf after wolf, his aim improving with every shot. The Magnum roared like thunder, its barrel tip turning red from heat and the wolves yelped as they fell, one by one.
Lin Feng laughed, a mix of relief and hysteria. "This is amazing! I'm invincible! No, wait—Lin Feng is invincible! That's better!"
He no longer finds it cringey.
But as the last wolf fell, his laughter faltered. The growls had stopped, but the forest felt no safer.
He stared at the gun, his breath ragged. "What… are you?"
The Magnum didn't answer, of course.
He shook his head. "Whatever you are, just keep working. We've got a long adventure ahead."
With that, he turned back toward the faint glow of the abandoned hut.
As much as he hated it, there was something he needed to do. Something he couldn't leave unfinished.
He glanced over his shoulder at the pile of wolves, then back at the revolver. "Unlimited ammo. No reloading. I really am the Main Character, huh?"
He grinned to himself, then frowned. "But heavens help me if I find out this thing eats my soul or something."
With a resigned sigh, Lin Feng marched back toward the hut, his footsteps lighter but his mind no less burdened.
And this time, he wasn't running.
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Lin Feng stood outside the charred remains of the abandoned hut, his chest heaving from exhaustion. Blood—both human and wolf—streaked his hands, and his entire body ached. The fire roared, devouring the hut and everything he'd dragged into it. Thick smoke spiraled into the night sky, heavy with the acrid stench of burning flesh.
It had taken him hours. He had dragged every mangled corpse—his sect brothers and sisters, the wolves, even the massive alpha—into the crumbling hut. Why? He wanted to know the same answer.
His muscles protested every step, his thoughts protested, even he protested and cursed but he couldn't stop. He couldn't let himself stop.
Each body bore a name he hadn't known yesterday but somehow now deeply remembered. Names etched themselves into his mind as if they'd been a part of him forever.
He muttered some of them under his breath as he worked, though the memories that came with them felt like strangers trying to be creepy friendly.
"Why am I doing this?" he whispered, his voice raw. "They're dead. They wouldn't care if I left them here for the wolves & vultures."
Yet his hands wouldn't let him. His feet wouldn't walk away.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth, squeezing the Magnum revolver in his grip until his knuckles whitened. "Damn this guilt... damn this world... damn ME!" He kicked at a rock, the sharp pain in his toes doing little to quiet his frustration.
He glared at the hut, its burning frame groaning as it collapsed inward. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't want to be some hero for people I don't even know!"
But their faces came back to him—faint smiles, shared laughter, fierce determination. The proud brothers, the gentle sisters. And then, their lifeless eyes.
"This wasn't supposed to be me." His voice cracked. "I didn't want this. I'm not..." He trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
His bloodshot eyes looked at the pile of supplies he'd salvaged before lighting the fire: extra robes, some unlabeled pills that looked medicinal, flint, and a battered iron pot. Practical items for survival. He'd left behind the things he didn't understand or couldn't carry.
Lin Feng glanced at the fire, then at the bundle slung over his shoulder. "Sorry," he muttered to the dead. "Had to take what I could. You don't need it anymore."
The words fell flat. The crackling flames didn't answer.
He tightened his grip on the revolver, stepping back as the blaze engulfed the last remnants of the hut. Shadows danced across his face, his tired eyes reflecting the firelight.
"This is the best I can do," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'm not a hero. Just some guy trying to survive."
The wind picked up, swirling ash around him. Lin Feng raised a bloodied sleeve to shield his face. "Alright, heavens. I burned them, said my apologies. That's good enough, right? Can I move on now?"
No answer came, only the hollow sound of the night and the faint howl of wind through the trees.
Lin Feng exhaled, his hand brushing the revolver's cold surface. "You better be worth the trouble," he muttered to the weapon. "I don't know why you're here, but I've got a feeling it's not just for hunting wolves."
Adjusting the salvaged sect robes over his bloodied clothes, he tightened the bundle on his shoulder. The robe was oversized, the sleeves dragging slightly, but it would do.
"I'm Lin Feng now," he said to himself, forcing a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "And Lin Feng doesn't die."
He felt cringey again, this line was very cringey, maybe it was the catchphrase of the previous Lin Feng, there was nothing in the memories because the memories were not clear as day but faint feelings and some bright spots.
The forest loomed ahead, its shadows deeper and darker than the night sky. He turned away from the burning hut, the orange glow fading as he walked. He didn't look back.
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