Had I come back to life?
The Little Boy pondered to himself.
Suddenly, he realized something was missing.
The whispers that had so often sounded in his ears were gone.
The illusory interface that spread chaos had disappeared.
The Little Boy gritted his teeth. "Y-you stole my Chaos Power!"
He leaped up, drew a dagger, and stabbed at Gu Qingshan.
This time, he used all his strength. As the dagger cut through the air, it gave off a faint rumble of wind and thunder.
Gu Qingshan reached out and caught the dagger lightly between two fingers.
The Little Boy tried to swing it, but no matter how hard he strained, the dagger wouldn't budge.
The Little Boy's expression changed.
The gap in strength between them was too great. He didn't have even the slightest chance.
"Damn it. Why did I have to run into you just as I awakened?"
He spoke with utter reluctance.
Gu Qingshan smiled. "Don't overthink it. Just relax. I told you that you could do whatever you wanted."
The Little Boy said warily, "Are you trying to trick me again?"
"You're a Reincarnated Person. How could my schemes possibly fool you?" Gu Qingshan replied sincerely.
He said no more, simply reaching out and pressing lightly on the Little Boy's head.
The Little Boy jerked as if he'd been struck, stumbling back five steps.
He stood there, stunned.
The familiar interface and the familiar whispers returned to his body.
"You gave my Chaos Power back, and you didn't even have to kill me to do it—how did you manage that?" the Little Boy asked in disbelief.
"You don't need to worry about that," Gu Qingshan said. "Go on. Spread chaos to your heart's content. That's your mission."
The Little Boy looked at him, opened his mouth, then