novellhall Chapter 4: Isn't one of me enough?!
Chapter 4: Isn't one of me enough?!
The sudden shout made Shi Yan's head buzz, but it also seemed to make him understand something.
When Shi Yan handed over his body earlier, he entered a very strange state, like being entrusted with a game while playing.
I can hear and see, but I can't speak or control my body.
Oh, and besides that, there's also the ability to feel it. He could clearly feel that emotion within his body that didn't belong to him. This emotion was a mixture of ecstasy and tyranny, like that of a manic patient with some mental issues. So much so that he couldn't immediately figure out where this emotion came from—after all, the finger had always given him the feeling of a harmless, old man from an online novel, and he simply couldn't connect it with that.
Until later, he watched helplessly as his fingers controlled his body to vent his anger and defeat the monster, making him even more like a monster than the monster itself.
Moreover, after torturing and killing its opponent, it bluntly said, "I'm going to use this body to return to the world," which was completely different from what it had said to itself before.
What happened? It suddenly exploded?
Is it schizophrenia, or just wanting to provoke that eye?
However, all these questions were answered in that terrified statement, "You heard everything."
Good grief, so you thought I couldn't hear you?
"So..." Shi Yan stared at the middle finger that was twisted 180 degrees, his mind racing, "You're the monster who wants to possess another body and be reborn?"
The finger did not answer Shi Yan immediately, but fell silent. However, Shi Yan could still feel the huge emotional fluctuation in his mind. It was obviously frantically thinking about how to answer Shi Yan.
It seems this guy hasn't thought at all about how to explain himself if he gets caught.
At this moment, Shi Yan's fantasy of him being her grandfather was shattered once again.
"If that's the case, you should leave my body." Shi Yan scratched his head. "I don't want to be possessed yet."
Shi Yan was relatively polite to the monster that wanted to possess his body. Firstly, he had never experienced anything like this before and was somewhat inexperienced. Secondly, the monster had just saved his life, so he wanted to try and part ways amicably, letting it find someone else to possess.
But clearly, it's not willing.
"What do you take me for? Someone you can use and then dismiss at will?!" It still faced Shi Yan with its fingerprints, but Shi Yan's left hand was forcibly flipped over by an uncontrollable force. "Do you think my power comes without a price?!"
My left hand is already under its control?!
Shi Yan was very shocked.
"You really surprised me." Seeing that its lie had been exposed, it didn't want to pretend anymore. It slowly bent down the four fingers that it had been controlling, leaving only one finger standing proudly upright, like a king being worshipped by his subjects. "I have never seen a human who can retain consciousness while I am using their body. You are outstanding, more outstanding than anyone I have ever met before, so it is even less likely that I will give up on you."
Its tone revealed no longer any concealment of greed and urgency.
"This body can definitely resurrect me and let me return to the world, hehehe, hehehe..."
No, your villainous character is too stereotypical, too standard! Once the mask is torn off, you stop pretending altogether?
But the more he said that, the less likely Shi Yan was to agree. He had finally transmigrated here to live a second life; how could he just hand over his life?
However, he didn't continue his verbal sparring with Finger. Instead, he assessed the situation and discovered that Finger could only control the palm of his hand, and even that wasn't complete. He immediately picked up the robber's gun, aimed it at Finger, and said, "Get out of my body, or I'll blow you to pieces."
Faced with Shi Yan's threat, Fingers remained completely calm, instead retorting sarcastically, "While your human weapons have indeed developed quite a bit over the years, isn't it a bit of a pipe dream to think you can hurt me?"
Shi Yan thought about it and it seemed to make sense. The robbers had already riddled the body with bullets, but the eye hadn't been damaged at all; it was only squeezed and popped by fingers in the end.
Shi Yan then lowered the gun barrel, aiming it at his wrist: "Then I don't want this hand anymore. If you're so capable, then use this severed hand of mine to regenerate."
"Hehe, you can give it a try..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shi Yan had already pulled the trigger.
With several gunshots, his entire left hand was smashed, and the sudden surge of pain almost made him faint.
There's nothing I can do. I died from illness in my past life, and in this life, Shi Yan wants to live well no matter what. This little pain is nothing... Ouch, it really hurts.
"You actually tried it?"
That voice again! Shi Yan stiffly lowered his head, his stomach churning. His hand… his hand was moving! No, not moving, it was… growing! Flesh buds crawled all over the wound like writhing worms, white bone emerging from the bloody mess, incredibly fast! The first to take shape was his middle finger, standing straight in the pool of blood, the grotesque lines on its knuckles like an eye, staring straight at him. It wasn't an illusion, it was really looking at him! Like a demon crawling back from hell, admiring the horrified expression on his face.
"Trying to sever the connection between us is indeed a very good idea," it said. "If you had done that from the beginning, it might have worked. But now... once you've used my power, the connection between us isn't so simple. Especially since your physical body is so exceptional, once we're connected, even if you completely destroy my body, I can still repair myself within your body, understand?"
My body is still constantly repairing itself? Am I some kind of Tang Monk's flesh?
Shi Yan was at his wit's end.
After much deliberation, it seemed he only had one choice left.
So he shoved the gun barrel down his throat, and the scalding hot barrel burned his lips, causing blisters.
The fingers naturally understood his thoughts: "What, still want to commit suicide? Do you think that will work? Have you forgotten how many times I've saved you?"
"There must be a limit," Shi Yan thought quickly, responding in his mind. "If you could really extend my life indefinitely, then Prince Jing of Dongshan wouldn't have died."
This is still Shi Yan's guess. If this monster could really extend his life indefinitely, then when he was almost killed by another monster, this monster wouldn't have panicked and shouted "Give me your body!"
This made Shi Yan realize that a situation of mutual restraint had formed between them: if he killed the monster, the monster would be reborn in his body; if he committed suicide, the monster would also need to expend limited power to revive him.
The reaction of the fingers proved that Shi Yan's guess was correct.
"You're quite self-aware," the voice in the fingers turned cold. "You'd rather die than help me resurrect?"
"Of course, no one wants to be a vessel for a monster," Shi Yan said. "So, get out of my body, or I'll commit suicide."
"Heh, if you really want to die, I won't stop you." At this moment, his hand, which had been smashed earlier, had completely healed, showing no trace of the gunshot wound. "But you'd better think it through. If you're willing to help me be reborn, you can live for quite a while, and during that time, I can help you with whatever you want to do. If you're not willing, then you'll have nothing."
"I don't want to."
"Then go die," the finger said. "It's just giving me another chance."
Shi Yan closed his eyes and slowly moved his finger toward the trigger.
Life was on a countdown, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive. The two were like gamblers who had staked everything on the table, neither willing to back down even a step.
But Shi Yan knew this was an unfair gamble, because the finger was immortal, while he would die.
Therefore, the moment Yan's finger touched the trigger, he immediately released it, and his eyes opened at the same time.
"What, you don't want to die?" The finger seemed to have already guessed Shi Yan's choice, and said leisurely, "Looks like you don't have much awareness either."
Shi Yan ignored the fingers' mockery, staring thoughtfully at his newly grown hand, and said, "You just said that as long as you borrow my body, your original form can be repaired even if it's smashed countless times, right?"
"Yes." Her fingers suddenly felt a little uneasy. "But so what?"
Shi Yan slowly turned his head and looked at the ground to the side.
There were several pieces of eyeball remnants, like shattered pearls.
Suddenly realizing what was going on, he said, "Wait, you're not going to...?"
Shi Yan walked towards the wreckage, grabbed a piece, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hey! Are you out of your mind? This guy's already dead, it won't do you any good even if you eat him all!" The finger mocked Shi Yan, but everyone could tell that its voice wasn't as calm as before. "You've really lost your mind."
Shi Yan didn't speak, but instead suppressed the urge to vomit and stuffed the second piece of debris into his mouth.
In that instant, he felt a strange sensation in his left eye.
The fingers, clearly sensing something, finally panicked: "No way, this silly dragon actually... No, don't eat it, I won't let you eat it!"
As it spoke, it mustered all its strength to try and stop Shi Yan.
However, it could only control Shi Yan's left hand, which was directly pressed down by Shi Yan's arm.
"No, no, don't eat it! Even if you eat it all, that stupid dragon won't survive!"
"Fine, fine, so you just don't want me to be resurrected? This kind of small thing isn't unnecessarily unnecessarily..."
"Stop eating it, you idiot!"
One second the fingers were as arrogant as a devil's, the next they were the helpless husband pinned down, forced to watch helplessly as Shi Yan ran amok, and then he was filled with impotent rage.
"You bastard!"
"Isn't one of me enough?!"
With a final, desperate, and furious roar from his fingers, Shi Yan finished off all the fragments.
Then a sharp pain shot through his left eye, and he clearly felt his left eye "explode".
Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard a weak but indifferent female voice in his mind.
"We meet again."
"Silly bird."