Operator #2: Piecing Together the Memories for You

In the sixth row of economy class, Billy the Kid's face grew increasingly pale.

The plane had just emerged from the clouds, breaking free from the dark sea of clouds amidst the gloom and thunder.

"Fuyanni, I feel terrible."

Billy, with his big head and thick neck, grabbed Fuyanni's hand.

He looked to be only in his early twenties, very young, with a rebellious punk mohawk and a thick cotton sweater wrapped around his abdomen to conceal the abnormality.

Inside his stomach was a 3.8-inch barrel HICAPA pistol and 522 grams of hallucinogenic drugs.

The temperature on the plane wasn't the frigid 16°C predicted by Ms. Duran's barometer. Even though Wood Plark had missed a meal of dumplings, he was able to maintain a languid mood in this warm and pleasant environment, preventing him from getting into a fight with Flavia.

Ms. Park Jung-hye, who was supposed to die from the [Yin Yang Demon Realm]'s soul attack in the first row, had just unbuckled her seatbelt and breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the seventeenth round between Sixty-Three and Wood Plark.

--For Fuyanni and Billy, these two unfortunate brothers have died eight times already.

These two new Little Brotherhood willingly transported guns for the church in order to become Grey Robe Monk in the Madness Butterfly Sect.

However, this package of drugs was not specifically ordered by Ms. Duran and Little Brotherhood —it was Billy the Kid and Fuyanni's own selfish motive.

They wanted to earn some extra money, so they got their hands on these hallucinogenic drugs at the District 24 Station. Ms. Duran gave the order to bring guns on the plane, so Billy the Kid added this package to the VIP seat in his belly.

If they could transport this package of contraband from Huge Mountain Station to the Nine Realms, the two brothers could earn over 144,800 Brilliant Stone Coins.

Dreams are always beautiful, but cruel reality played a cruel joke on them.

The aircraft's temperature is maintained at 24 degrees Celsius, occasionally rising to 26 degrees Celsius during start-stop intervals due to the energy-saving mode of the temperature control equipment.

Billy the Kid's forehead was covered in muddy, yellowish sweat. He felt like he was trapped in hell, trapped in a wet, dirty wad of cotton.

He dared not take off his cotton undershirt, fearing that his bulging belly would be exposed to others, and because of the thick clothing, hot air emanated from his neck and arms.

"Fuyanni. Fuyanni."

The scorching heat made his muscles tense. Although the wound had actually been healed by White Lady's products, the pain and itching from the foreign object invading his abdomen were like a dull knife, tormenting Billy constantly.

"I feel so bad, I feel so bad."

"Hang in there a little longer, Billy." The wafer in Fuyanni's mouth no longer tasted good. He had big, bright yellow eyes and thick eyebrows; anyone who saw him would think Fuyanni was an innocent and adorable young man. "Hang in there for another four hours. Even if the Little Brotherhood's officers don't like us, the treasure inside you will fetch a good price."

Because of the pain and heat, Billy twisted his waist unnaturally.

"But I feel like I can't keep going for that long, Fuyanni. Why aren't you doing this? There are two packages; we should each take one."

Before he could finish speaking, Fuyanni quickly covered Billy's mouth.

"Don't make a sound. If Sister Duran hears us, and her [Timeline] finds out we're secretly smuggling other things—we're all dead."

"Fuyanni," Billy said, his face contorted with grievance, almost in tears, "Am I going to die? I don't want to die."

When Fuyanni heard these words, he felt very bad and tried to explain to Billy.

"I want to share your pain, Billy, but I'm just too thin and weak."

Unbuttoning his shiny shirt, Fuyanni revealed his emaciated body to Billy the Kid, looking innocent and helpless.

"I can eat as much as I want and never gain weight, but your belly is so big and strong, with so much muscle and visceral fat, I'm envious, I'm green with envy."

Billy felt a little better after hearing these words.

Hey! Has that always been your thought?

Fuyanni immediately replied, "That's right! I've always thought so! You're much more capable than me; without you, I don't know how I would survive."

Billy: "Could you fan me? I'm feeling a little dizzy."

Fuyanni immediately pulled out a magazine from the front seat and fanned his brother vigorously.

Billy felt a rush of cold air into his collar, which made him feel much better for a moment, but the alternating hot and cold sensations only intensified the pain in his abdomen.

"Fuyanni! -- No, no, no! No! Stop slapping me!"

Billy looked on in horror at his twisted and deformed belly, and suddenly ripped open his cotton coat, only to find that the skin on the side of his navel had begun to turn purple.

"Something's happened! Something's happened!"

Fuyanni was almost scared out of his wits. He lowered his head and carefully examined his good brother's stomach, trying to find something strange from the shape of the belly.

"Did the package tear? Did my abs squeeze it?" Billy pursed his lips, immediately bursting into tears from the pain. "Which package? Is it Sister Duran's, or ours?"

"Don't panic, Fuyanni. If it were our package, you would be dead by now." Fuyanni was telling Billy about the potent hallucinogenic drug they were transporting. "H16T hallucinogens are very strong, there are 500 grams of them. If the package swells up and bursts in your stomach, you would be dead already."

"That's good, was it just the gun sticking out of the plastic sheeting?" Billy breathed a sigh of relief. "If it's just the gun, then it's fine."

Fuyanni disagreed. "No, Billy, you have to hold on for four hours. I want to get it out early—gun oil is toxic, and your stomach is like a ticking time bomb. I remember Sister Duran saying we should be ready to fight at any time, so all the guns are loaded and ready to fire, only the carrying safety is on. If you accidentally twist it a few more times, it might actually go off."

"Let's go find Sister Duran. Let's go find Sister Flavia and have them take this thing out!" Billy the Kid immediately regretted his words and changed his mind. "No, no, no, that won't do, Fuyanni. If we let them operate on me, how are we going to explain that we're smuggling contraband?"

Fuyanni shook his head. "It's alright, Billy, money can be earned back."

Billy said dejectedly, "There's no chance now! Our passes were obtained by the big shots in the Little Brotherhood —without them, getting these things onto the plane is a pipe dream; we wouldn't even be able to leave Huge Mountain Station."

At that moment, Fuyanni patted his good brother on the shoulder.

"Billy, I want to go on a ride with you again, to go to so many places. We've both transformed, we can do so many amazing things. Look at my phone."

So--

--Fuyanni immediately opened the chat software.

"I made a note for you: 'The best Billy in the world.' If you ever die, I'll still double-click your profile picture and pat you when I miss you."

As he spoke, Fuyanni couldn't stop crying.

"I feel like I'm different from other scavengers or members of the Madness Butterfly Sect. I really like you, and I don't want to leave you. We two bad boys traveled together so far, hurting so many people, but we never thought about betraying each other. Whenever that terrible thought comes to my mind, I immediately message you on the chat app, and you message me back right away. These cold and numb feelings just disappear!"

Fuyanni gently stroked Billy's belly.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid. You seem to be always crouching next to the phone, waiting for my message anytime, anywhere. As long as I'm with you, I won't be afraid—even if Sister Duran wants to drive us away, even if Sister Flavia wants to poison us, I won't be afraid. I just want you to live."

Billy gritted his teeth and said, "No! I won't allow it! I can't let these women get away with this! The baby in my belly is worth 140,000! They have to rely on the gun in my belly to go against the VIPs of the Abyssal Railway —we've done them a favor, so why, Fuyanni? Why do we have to wag our tails and beg for their forgiveness like lapdogs? This belly is mine! I can stuff whatever I want in it!"

"Just because we're still pupae, Billy!" Fuyanni helped his brother up, stumbling forward. "This world is cruel, extremely cruel. If we can't become morpho butterflies, we can only survive according to the rules of the survival of the fittest."

This stretch of road is so short, only about twenty meters.

This road is so long, it takes almost a lifetime to walk.

"Fuyanni, can we go find Ming De?"

"But it's such a long, long way—we're both bad guys, we'd be spending decades in prison, I don't want to do labor reform."

"We've already metamorphosed from our pupa; one day we'll become morpho butterflies. Maybe then it will reduce our sentence?"

"Impossible. The BOSS shows no mercy to criminals. When dealing with a more dangerous criminal like Flash Butterfly, he might even skip the trial process and kill him during the pursuit."

"Fuyanni, I'm getting more and more scared. Should I go see Sister Flavia alone? You're trembling; I think you're probably as scared as I am, and you've already wet your pants."

"If I let you walk into the customer service room alone, how long would I wait outside? That kind of waiting is torture."

"It's all the fault of the Abyssal Railway VIP. It's all his fault. I didn't even know who the enemy was, and I had to participate in the duel ceremony of these big shots."

"Don't be afraid, Billy, we will survive. I'm full of courage. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

As they passed the second row of seats--

--As he walked past Wood Plark, who looked utterly astonished.

Captain Wood continued rambling on, his face full of confusion. "What exactly is the enemy's Soul Power? Why is this cup full again? Is he provoking me? Is it some kind of terrifying superpower that controls water? Can he just draw water out of my body? God, I don't even want to think about it anymore, am I going to turn into a dried-up corpse?"

Jiang Xueming gripped Wood's arm tightly and whispered, "Professor Wood, calm down and think about this—if the enemy had this kind of superpower, we wouldn't have survived this long."

The sweat from Billy the Kid turned into scalding steam, which drifted into Wood's nose, immediately putting the experienced train conductor on alert.

"Hey! You stop right there!"

He suddenly grabbed Billy the Kid's hand, wanting to open the box and inspect the goods like a security guard.

The intense pheromones, carrying the spiritual pressure characteristics of the pupal stage, were as conspicuous to Wood Plark as fireflies in the night.

Billy's eyes darted around, too frightened to speak.

Fuyanni, however, remained steadfast and resolute, his eyes gleaming with extraordinary courage, showing no fear of Captain Wood's intense spiritual pressure.

"A VIP from the Abyssal Railway! This is my best friend! He has a gun in his stomach!"

The shorter man immediately stepped forward, trying to pull his partner's arm away from the VIP's grasp, and then offered his own arm, urging the VIP to hold on tight.

Fuyanni said, "This gun was meant to be used against you, but my friend is going to die! I can't just stand by and watch him lose his life. If you want to punish us, arrest us, interrogate us, or send us to Balason ..."

Before Wood could respond, Ms. Park Jung-hye in the first row had just gotten up and was about to go to the restroom opposite the customer service room when she bumped into Billy, who looked flustered!

They nearly knocked people off their feet, leaving them bruised and battered.

One is an artificially beautiful woman who held her pee for half an hour from the moment the plane took off.

One is a panicked criminal desperately trying to escape under the spiritual pressure of a VIP.

The package inside the man's abdomen shifted and twisted under the intense impact, causing him to scream in pain.

The woman's nose and chest implants began to sway and deform, immediately gushing out blood that hit the information screen at the front of the cabin.

Fuyanni turned his head slightly, not yet having had time to attend to his companion.

"--Bang!"

The flames erupting from his side were the roar of the.38 HICAPA gun; the bullet shattered Billy the Kid's waist and abdomen, slicing through smooth muscle and skin, before flying toward Wood's forehead.

Almost instantly, time seemed to slow down.

Large splatters of blood splattered on Jiang Xueming's face; this unbelievable scene nearly destroyed his entire sanity.

The powerful recoil of the gun caused the slide to slam into the package of hallucinogens, tearing a gash more than five centimeters long. The moment the drug leaked out, Billy became delirious, and the surge of adrenaline made his blood pressure spike like he was on a rollercoaster.

"Billy! Billy! Hang in there!" Fuyanni finally broke free from VIP's weak and powerless hand and ran towards his good friend.

Jiang Xueming stared incredulously at Professor Wood's skull--

He never imagined that Mr. Wood would die in this way.

He was killed by a low-level henchman with a gun in his stomach?

That 3.8-inch HICAPA blasted two huge craters in its shell.

--It remained inside Billy the Kid's stomach, and you could see the upturned butterfly safety and the self-resetting grip safety. Clearly, it had misfired!

Why are these two guys so lucky? Why? It's as if Lady Luck spares no effort to favor the brave!

Captain Wood stood frozen, staring blankly ahead, a smirk still on his face, seemingly not understanding what had happened. But his skull had already flown away—just like Melezong's, it had flown to the tail of the plane more than twenty meters away, to the break room!

When Billy was delirious, under the stimulation of hallucinogenic drugs, he almost unleashed all the divine power in his life!

He was rapidly transforming, and his eyes began to emit soul fire. Then, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he began to vomit large amounts of crimson blood.

Jiang Xueming has already summoned his spirit form. In an extremely tense and terrifying environment, he is about to break free from his cocoon and transform into a butterfly!

Ten seconds later--

The two brothers felt their bodies sink.

Everything was twisted and deformed; the bloodstained gun that Fuyanni pulled from his partner's stomach turned into a cell phone, still playing NBA game previews.

Billy spoke excitedly about the Lakers' starting lineup.

-- He started talking about completely unrelated things halfway through his sentence.

"Fuyanni, do you know what? I saw Wood Plark's spirit! I saw VIP's spirit!"

"What are you talking about, Billy?" Fuyanni asked, puzzled.

Billy whispered, "He knows everything! He really knows everything!"

Fuyanni: "What the hell?! We're about to board! Billy! Did your drugs leak out? Have you gone mad?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I've gone mad! I saw it!" Billy the Kid exclaimed excitedly. "The train conductor was always unwilling to reveal his spirit, even when he was dueling with our officers, he wouldn't release his soul power because he had so many words on him! So many notes, I saw them! Like when a book is burned, the ink and paper, because of their different ignition points, produce characters that emerge from the flames, he recorded all the information in his spirit! And in my dying moments, thanks to these two packages, I saw it all clearly!"

Fuyanni scratched his head, completely bewildered.

In the waiting hall, Jiang Xueming and Wood Plark had just left the restaurant.

"Fuyanni, we've died so many times already! It seems some powerful figure can turn back time and is holding a ritual; we're the living sacrifices!"

Billy looked excitedly at the protagonist of the story and grabbed Fuyanni's hand.

"Fortune will favor the hero! Fuyanni! I have found a way to survive! I will definitely rescue you from this hell! I will piece together all my memories and give them to you!"