Interstellar prison playground.
Jin Zhao prostrated himself on the ground, his struggling knee was crushed into the concrete ground mixed with blood, he gasped heavily.
Pain, excruciating pain, the bones of the whole body seemed to be crushed and dismantled and then reassembled.
No part of the skin exposed by the tattered prison uniform was intact, and the bruises and blood scabs were mottled, extremely ugly, just like his blind right eye.
He is like a dying fish on the shore, with empty eyes open, and five thin fingers stretched out in the void. The skin on the joints of that hand had already been broken, and even the white bones inside were exposed. After grabbing a handful of dirt, it was slammed into the dirt again!
"Still want to struggle? Did you make a mistake, sick ghost! Why don't you just blind your eye too?"
A hand turned his body violently, accompanied by a malicious and contemptuous laugh, the perpetrator's stinky foot crushed his other eye.
Severe pain came from his eye sockets, and Jin Zhao curled up his abdomen, but it was a desperate struggle no matter what—his feet and hands were locked by magnet locks, and he couldn't even make a fist.
"Forget it, no matter how hard you beat him, this monster will keep silent. It's boring. I heard that a general is coming to pick out slaves today. Hurry up and leave!"
The big assailant spat on him and scattered away laughing.
The bloody wind blows from the barbed wire above the prison, mixed with disgusting insults.
Jin Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his barely moving hand, supported himself on his elbows and barely stood up, staggering as if he really was the sick ghost that those people scolded. He stood there for a long time, indifferently wiping off the messy shoe prints on his prison uniform.
There are eleven footprints in total.
Since he was imprisoned in this prison, there were a total of five people who beat him up and down.
I hate it.
Why not die.
All of them must be quartered by five horses.
If there really is a savior, why has it never appeared, and why has no one been willing to save him
He is willing to give everything to let these people get the retribution they deserve! He should have trampled these people under his feet, soaked them in formalin water, and watched them beg for mercy, struggle, cry, despair, and finally turn into foul-smelling bloody water, be washed down the sewer, and be accompanied by maggots .
Jin Zhao lowered his head, and the only remaining good eye was extremely dark, like an abyss without bottom. The despair and hope of the past twelve years had been covered by the thick madness. If he could escape—if he could kill everyone in the empire—
Even if it becomes a war machine again, it doesn't matter.
***
After finally leaving the studio and going abroad for a vacation, Rong Wan caught a bad cold after being blown by the cold winter wind after soaking in a hot spring.
Rong Wan really regretted it, if he had known earlier, he would not have gone to that hot spring. But he didn't expect that something more regretful would happen next.
Lying in the hotel, with a thermometer in his mouth, unable to go anywhere, turned on the TV and saw foreigners speaking English and got a headache, Rong Wan simply turned out the Kindle, randomly found a book and began to read.
But I didn't expect that after reading a few lines, I couldn't control it. Like an addiction, I stayed up until two o'clock in the morning to finish reading this novel called "Alien Race" with a length of more than seven million words.
After reading it, Rong Wan vomited a mouthful of blood and felt more seriously ill.
The first volume of this novel is set in the interstellar future, and the plot at the beginning is very exciting. When the protagonist Jin Zhao was born, an sss-level gene accompanied by an energy source actually appeared in his body—this is quite important for an empire that has been at war all year round. Rare resource! So he hid in hiding for twelve years. His biological parents couldn't bear such a life of hiding, hated him as a monster, and sold him into a military prison.
The military prison directly regarded him as a research product like a guinea pig. It was said to be research, but it was actually torture, trying to study the energy source of his body and create a super soldier—
This beginning immediately attracted Rong Wan's attention. According to the routine of Shuangwen's novels, the protagonist will definitely cheat in various ways in the future, such as winning treasures, slapping faces, and accepting younger brothers into the harem.
The next development is either that the protagonist retaliates against those who have despised and insulted him with ten times and a hundred times of insults-Shuangwen route.
Either he went through misery and ups and downs and tended to self-destruct, but he still tried to save himself and save others-the heroic route.
But after thinking about it, I never thought that the author had a hole in his head!
I didn't see any of the expected plots, and then used more than 800,000 words to describe how Jin Zhao escaped from the laboratory, hid in Tibet like a beggar, and finally found his old friends for help, but was caught Friends betrayed and betrayed. When the sss gene was about to explode because of the pain, he was captured by the people in the military prison, and his head was pressed in the ice and snow, and the skin on his face was scratched until his face was disfigured.
After being tortured like this for two years, he was transformed into a human weapon and sent to the battlefield at the age of fifteen. And in order to make him a weapon used by the Empire completely, deprived of his memory. He once thought that when he was born, he was a weapon, not a person.
At the age of twenty-five, the empire finally won the war and amnesty the world, but he was not amnesty. Of all the memories he has, the only one is his own unconscious killing on the battlefield. And thus, judged by the people of the Empire—
Because he killed too many people, he is now regarded as a war criminal, imprisoned in a military prison, and becomes a slave to hard labor. With both hands and feet trapped, and after his mental strength was injured, he couldn't even beat a few gangsters in the prison, and was gouged out with one eye.
However, as a war criminal, such physical punishment was not enough, the court applied to the Empire to restore all his memories—
He finally knows that he is actually a human being, not a mindless gun. The spirit finally broke down completely!
Originally, Rong Wan finally suppressed his anger and saw this, thinking that there must be a turning point, this is more than 800,000 fucking words, and your first volume is only 900,000 words, the turning point still hasn't come out? What the hell, did the writing collapse!
But, the turning point? Hehe, it doesn't exist.
Disfigured? That would be disfiguring. blindness? Then be blind. Soon it was the day when Jinzhao was released on parole, and General Zhujing came to select a group of people from the military prison to be slaves. This general is also a pervert who loves to torture people mentally. So the protagonist is completely lingering on his last breath, spending the first half of his life in the endless humiliation and injury——
Immediately afterwards, the story was written to the last page, and it was written that he was tied to the gallows and quartered by five horses in his dying struggle. His mental power suddenly exploded, and he died together with the entire continent.
The full text is over.
Rong Wan: "???"
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
What kind of dog thing is this? finished? unfinished? What about the follow-up of the protagonist turning over, being eaten by a dog
Rong Wan felt suffocated in his heart and couldn't explain it. He kept looking for the follow-up of this novel on the Internet, but he couldn't find it at all. The author wrote the first volume here and it was over. In the second volume, I directly started writing the second life after the protagonist's reincarnation. As expected, the second life is exactly the same as the first life, torturing the master endlessly, and at the end, he said, "The protagonist blackens and kills everyone", and it ended with a click.
Rong Wan couldn't believe how someone could write this kind of book, what's so interesting about the plot of the main character lingering on his last breath? He is a persevering person, and quickly finished the next three volumes, which is the next reincarnation of the protagonist.
Then, mmp.
"People must know how to stop losses in time" is indeed a wise saying.
After Rong finished his eyes, he was almost blind, holding a deep sense of aggrieved and suffocating, he opened the forum of this book, and posted a post in one go: "Can anyone tell me what the book "Alien Race" is? Well, what's the point? I'm afraid the protagonist is not the protagonist, but the author's enemy, the object of venting? Is the author sure that he is mentally fine?"
I didn't expect this book to be quite popular.
Someone replied to him: You, the host, don’t understand the wonderfulness of it, and you still want to come here to complain about it. Since the title of the book is "Alien Race", it is of course that the protagonist is an alien race, who is not tolerated by the world, and the legendary life is full of ups and downs. If you want to read If you have some brainless and cool articles, just go away!
Another girl replied: The host may not be used to the abuse, probably because he has read too much Tanmei cookies.
Rong Wan: "???"
Abuse? Do you have any misunderstanding about the word abuse? This is beyond the scope of you abuse me and I abuse you. This is purely a newspaper article about him and the protagonist being abused by the author and the villain unilaterally.
Rong Wan was almost depressed after reading it, thinking, if he was the protagonist, he would have to climb out of the book and strangle the author's neck, and strangle him to death. The most important thing is that the protagonist has been blackened for five consecutive lives and began to slaughter the whole world. The author also gave a basic setting, saying that Sinner V will no longer be able to enter the human realm, but can only be transferred to the animal realm. Well, the protagonist's road is probably completely forced to death.
After reading such a thing all night, Rong Wan threw away the novel in a depressed mood. He was so tense that his eyelids could hardly hold up anymore, and when his head touched the pillow, he couldn't control himself and fell asleep.
In a drowsy state, he heard a voice in his mind: "Ding, you died suddenly of a cold at 3:33 am on Christmas Day, December 25, 2017, but because the system detected your Genzheng Miaohong Sanguanzheng decided to give you a chance to be resurrected. The task you need to complete is very simple. Use the means of "Genzheng Miaohong conforms to socialist values" to correct and change this newspaper article to prevent it from becoming The devil or the protagonist who has become a devil slaughters the whole world."
The voice paused, then spoke again.
"Any article without love is the biggest act of a newspaper agency. In order to make up for this link in the newspaper agency, a traveler must be sent to write a paragraph—"
Yes, that's right, love.
Rong Wan: Shall I knock inside! Did I knock? Did you hear me? ! ! !
When he was drowsy, Rong Wan heard someone shouting: "General, General, this batch of slaves are all high-quality goods. If you don't fight back, you can just choose, and someone will send them to you later." on the ship."
It was as if the intensely stimulating white light when passing through a tunnel rushed into Rong Wan's brain. He was covered in cold sweat all of a sudden. When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in a room with several other people wearing military ranks sitting beside him. It was the warden of the prison who was talking to him, bending over with a smile on his face.
He looked down at himself, the dark black and green uniform was meticulous, the three stripes symbolizing authority on the right shoulder, the tall gold-rimmed glasses between the brows, covering the handsome but extremely gloomy eyebrows—
Isn't this the perverted general Zhu Jing
The warden kicked a certain sack again, kicked the heavy object viciously in front of Zhu Jing, and said with a humble smile: "Also, this slave was prepared for you a long time ago. After coming off the battlefield, his physical fitness is very strong, no matter how hard he fights, he will not die, and he also has a post-war stress response, which is more valuable than other slaves! Do you like it or not?"