Might as Well Keep Busy

He used the stones that were thrown at Qing Chen to build a stone wall to shield him from the wind.

Then it was pushed down again.

The soldiers of the God Era angrily dismantled the structure, their eyes filled with resentment as they looked at the boy in the pigsty.

Perhaps even they themselves did not know where this resentment came from, only that the boy was challenging them, challenging the authority that A02 Base had held over the past ten years in front of prisoners.

For so many years, no prisoner has dared to defy them like this, and the soldiers of the God Era enjoy the prisoners' timid expressions of not daring to look them in the eye.

Even a glance from the prisoners was considered an offense.

Now, not only do some people dare to look them in the eye, but they also dare to provoke them again and again.

The soldiers of the Age of Gods had never felt such anger...

The last time I encountered a prisoner like this was nineteen years ago with Qing Mu.

Qing Chen watched as the group of soldiers from the Age of Gods pushed down the stone walls, but he wasn't angry.

He simply patted the head of the black pig beside him. "Remember these people, they're the ones who tore down the wall that sheltered us from the wind."

The soldiers from the God Era glanced at Qing Chen, thinking to themselves, "Has this guy gone mad?!"

However, when Qing Chen's gaze swept over the soldiers of the God Era, they involuntarily looked away, not daring to meet his eyes.

This made them even angrier.

Among the prisoners who had just started work in the distance, one muttered, "What's the point of all this effort? Do you think Jindai would allow him to build this wall? If I were him, I'd save my energy. Otherwise, if I'm too exhausted and haven't eaten, how am I going to get through the night? That's so stupid."

"Exactly, we've come this far, why are we still trying to be heroes?"

The intelligence agents of the Qing family glanced at the people who were speaking, but no one said anything; they just watched silently.

By evening, the stone wall had been rebuilt.

When the first stone wall was built, all the prisoners were in their own cells and could not see the process or understand the hardship involved.

What they were thinking more about was: if it were them, they could build one overnight too.

But it wasn't until they saw the stone wall gradually appear during the day that they understood what Qing Chen had gone through.

The shackles on his hands were so heavy that even bending down to pick up a fist-sized stone from the ground was so strenuous that it made Qing Chen tremble all over.

The prisoners watched as the stone wall gradually appeared and then surrounded the pigpen.

By evening, the soldiers of the God Era rushed over again and pushed down all the stone walls.

Qing Chen remained silent.

The prisoners remained silent.

Gradually, everyone felt the atmosphere become somewhat heavy, and even the prisoners who did not belong to the Qing family stopped making mocking remarks.

The stone wall that had been painstakingly built up all day had collapsed again.

But when the next dawn arrived, the prisoners walked out of the prison area and saw the stone wall reappear.

Again and again, the soldiers of the God Era rushed up and demolished the stone wall once more.

Qing Chen remained calm.

This period of asceticism made him even more serene.

This time, the soldiers from the God Era left after dismantling the stone wall, while Qing Chen picked up the stones one by one and piled them up to build a new stone wall.

People can get up again after being knocked down, and stone walls can be rebuilt after being torn down.

When fate gives you a choice, all you need to do is choose to fall or stand up, and then the rest of the pain doesn't matter.

As the prisoners passed by the pigsty, they saw Qing Chen's hands, which were red and swollen from picking up stones, and the backs of his hands were chapped from the cold.

They knew that Qing Chen had not eaten for more than forty hours, which was a terrible thing in the freezing cold.

Just then, someone passing by the pigsty suddenly asked Qing Chen from a few meters away, "Why bother? You know the stone wall will be pushed down anyway."

Qing Chen thought for a moment and replied, "I'm just idling around anyway."

The prisoners were stunned. They thought Qing Chen would spout some profound principles and give a series of speeches, but they never expected such a ridiculous answer.

So much so that no one knew how to continue the conversation, and everyone fell silent.

Qing Chen rebuilt the stone wall, and everything remained calm.

It even makes people unaware of the existence of suffering.

The prisoners were carrying rocks from the mountain.

"Isn't he tired?"

"How could I not be tired?"

A middle-aged prisoner suddenly couldn't help but say, "Don't you think he's a lot like that officer from nineteen years ago? Younger than that officer, yet even more stubborn..."

They were imprisoned here for nineteen years.

How many nineteen-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

Nineteen years is too long.

So long ago, they had almost forgotten Qing Mu's stubborn, resolute, and headstrong expression at that time.

They live in a state of constant hunger and cold, and they long for the cold winter to pass quickly, but the winter here is exceptionally long.

They are preoccupied with survival every day and have no time to reminisce about the past.

This is how life ravages the will.

Humans are like oddly shaped stones on a dry land, constantly eroded and polished by wind and sand.

Until this day, they saw Qing Chen and remembered that person from nineteen years ago, and the indomitable will that person had given them.

At this moment, they remembered Qing Mu again, who seemed to never fall.

It seems that Commander Qing Mu is still here, and they are still young.

They still harbor passion and enthusiasm.

For a moment, they had the illusion that the stubborn person from nineteen years ago had returned and had never left.

A small flame reignited.

Although it is still very small.

Someone whispered, "I really miss it."

Someone else whispered, "Stop talking."

However, this warning came too late; the soldiers of the God Era had already overheard what they said through the black metal embedded in the back of their heads.

Several soldiers from the Age of Gods, their faces ashen, said, "Whoever said that just now, we'll reward you for reporting them."

One of the prisoners immediately pointed at the speaker. "It's those two, 002921 and 002949!"

These are the numbers of the two prisoners. The two prisoners who were identified gave the whistleblower a cold look and awaited their impending punishment.

In fact, they all knew that the black metal that the gods had given them made it easy to tell who had said what.

However, the soldiers of the God Era never directly arrested people; instead, they asked other prisoners to identify them, deliberately creating conflict between the prisoners.

"002921 and 002949, step forward!" the soldiers roared.

The two men slowly walked out, and the soldiers from the God Era raised their whips and lashed them across the face.

The perpetrator thought he would soon beat the two men to their knees and beg for mercy, but he didn't. After being beaten, the two men simply squatted down in pain without uttering a sound.

The whips rained down, and the two men quickly went into shock from the pain. Strangely, this time they didn't beg for mercy.

Night falls.

The lights were already off in the silent dormitory of the prison ward.

Someone quietly got up, took a sharp pebble from under their pillow, and slowly moved it to the side of the whistleblower's bed.

"Ugh!"

The whistleblower's mouth was covered, and then the assailant slashed his neck with a sharp stone.

Even the sharpest stone is still just a stone, so when the perpetrator made the first cut, only a bloody mark appeared on the whistleblower's neck.

The whistleblower struggled fiercely, but soon two more people crept over and pinned down his hands and feet.

The perpetrator made twelve cuts before finally severing the leaker's carotid artery.

During this process, the whistleblower's struggles woke up many people, but no one paid attention and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Once the perpetrators confirmed that the leaker was dead, they all left.

To the surprise of the first perpetrator, among those who helped him were not only intelligence agents from the Qing family.

Another day dawns.

Qing Chen stopped picking up stones and stood silently in the cold wind.

He watched as several prisoners, under the supervision of the God Era soldiers, carried out a corpse. Qing Chen recognized the deceased as the one who had leaked information yesterday.

The soldiers from the Age of Gods made all the prisoners stand on the stone quarry and roared at them to confess who had committed the crime. This time, no one leaked the secret.

The soldier from the God Era sneered, "Even if you don't tell me, I can find out who did it. But since you've chosen to unite, none of you will eat today. Go and move stones! The number of stones moved today must be doubled! Whoever identifies the others gets seven days off from work and can eat protein bars every day. You choose!"

At this point, several prisoners, seeing that Kamishiro was serious, immediately stepped forward and identified the three perpetrators from the previous night. "It's them!"

The soldiers of the God Era laughed wildly, "Your unity is utterly worthless in the face of your dog lives."

Seeing this, Qing Chen continued to bend down and build his stone wall, then waited for the soldiers of the God Era to come and knock it down.

However, he was waiting for more than just that.

Return countdown: 160:00:00.

There are still more than six days left.

City 22.

Deep within the Takamanohara Manor of the Age of Gods.

The Takamanohara Manor is built with a wooden structure, and the black pebbles in the courtyard are carefully arranged, like ripples on the sea.

In the middle of the black rocks, there is a large gray rock standing there, like a dried-up landscape, full of desolation.

A man dressed in samurai attire and wooden clogs hurried past, then knelt before a white paper door deep inside. "Ancestor, Qing Chen's DNA test results are in. Just as you predicted, his DNA sequence is as beautiful and brilliant as the other knights'. It's confirmed that he is the next leader of the knights, the master of daylight."

Knights throughout history have all been wounded, and it's inevitable that some of their DNA samples were collected.

Each generation of knights has different DNA, but they also have one thing in common: the DNA of knights after unlocking their Gene Lock is completely different from that of ordinary people, and cannot be counted in the human category at all, and cannot be replicated.

This characteristic was enough for the gods to discern Qing Chen's true identity.

This is a young knight, as radiant and alluring as the rising sun.

Knights possess long lifespans and boundless potential.

This is the most perfect body in the world.

The old man inside asked, "What did the head of the family say?"

The samurai bowed his head and said, "The patriarch said that you should prepare to possess someone else's body."

The old man frowned. "I've heard that he cannot be possessed, and that whoever possesses him is very likely to have their memories stolen by him. If I fail, the Age of Gods will have no secrets left."

The old man didn't want to take any risks, even though he didn't have much time left to live.

The samurai crawled a few steps to the door and whispered, "The patriarch said that since he cannot be possessed, we should force him to possess someone else. Once his body becomes a vegetable, you, Ancestor, can naturally take his place. Ancestor, rest assured, that body is well preserved. We're just waiting for him to advance to B-Class before proceeding to the next step."

The old man was taken aback; he hadn't thought of this method before.

The message sent back by the spy was actually very vague, only saying that the equipment was damaged during the possession process, and that the boy's will was probably too strong to be possessed.

But since he has a strong will, others cannot possess him, but he can possess others.

After possessing another body, Qing Chen's will is transferred to that body, but the body itself will not die; it will only become a vegetable.

With that in mind, what difficulty would it be to possess a person in a vegetative state?!

However, this requires Qing Chen to reach B-Class; otherwise, the degree of brain damage would be extremely severe.

Even if this ancestor of the divine era were to possess another body, he probably wouldn't be able to further improve his strength or realm, nor would he be able to complete another possession.

At this moment, the samurai continued, "The patriarch also said that a knight's body has a lifespan of hundreds of years. With this young man's body, you won't need to possess anyone else for hundreds of years, and your consciousness won't be weakened time and time again. But without you, the family will lose its demigod. Therefore, we hope that before you possess someone, you can kill Li Shutong, the greatest threat at present. Otherwise, he will not let it go after his disciple was possessed."

The old man calmly said, "I don't even know where Li Shutong is, how could I kill him?"

"The patriarch said that this young man is Time Walker," the warrior said. "Once he returns to the Outer World, he will definitely find a way to tell Li Shutong about his situation and location. At that time, Li Shutong will go to A02 Base on his own. This young man is only C-Class now, and it will probably take him a long time to cultivate to B-Class. You have plenty of time to kill Li Shutong."

The old man said, "Tell the head of the household that you are very kind."

There will be another chapter before 11 PM.