Carefully collecting every drop of blood and erasing all traces, 09 Sub-Account finally slipped out of the dark crevice between the stones. Huh? Why was he still thinking about the number 09? Remember, my name is Yang—Yang what? Yang—Transcendence? Give me a break.
He let out a turbid breath, and Number 09 accepted reality with a grievance.
Yes.
Originally, he had already possessed the level of a Law Demigod, so he had been able to quickly shake off the control of a certain unscrupulous main body. He had even picked out a name for himself, but alas, it was truly a calamity sent from the heavens that had almost beaten him back to his original form in an instant. Therefore, he now decisively gave up, no longer agonizing over what his original name was. Number 09 rolled off the tongue much better, and most importantly, it achieved internal unity so he wouldn't suffer from a split personality.
From a certain perspective, I am now a virus—a virus in the broad sense. From head to toe, from thought to soul, whether noble or sordid, not a single shred of me belongs to this new world. I will be heavily ostracized, and as time flows on and the Heavenly Dao of this new world perfects itself, there will ultimately be no foothold left for me at all.
However, I was born anew alongside this very heaven and earth. Even to prevent myself from being detected by the ancient god "Game", I managed to secure a wisp of innate fortune. This is the beacon on my path of survival.
Number 09 pondered swiftly, his entire person leaping across the vast and boundless land like a grasshopper.
Well, yes, he had now actively shrunk his body to this extent; otherwise, an overly massive physique