"You can't help me save people, so why should I tell you?"
Jiang Xiaoling stared coldly at the other party. No matter how earnestly they tried to persuade her, the fact remained that they wanted to extract information without offering anything in return. Anyone could get something for nothing.
Upon hearing this, Painted Skin Mister's expression stiffened slightly, and his stiff fingers twitched slightly. The two remained locked in this stalemate for a long time before Painted Skin finally spoke, saying, "You know I am Painted Skin, and you should also know what I can do."
"You can't do it!" Jiang Xiaoling stared intently at the other person. "Don't even mention you, even if A Li came, she couldn't read the encrypted memory."
Painted Skin Mister: "."
He didn't seem to be lying. He didn't act immediately because he was afraid of failing to read the memory. His method had a lower margin for error. Turning people into puppets meant that once the reading failed, there would be no next chance, unlike A Li, who was so powerful.
After thinking for a moment, and seeing the other person's resolute gaze, he ultimately decided not to take the gamble.
He sighed and said, "Openly rescuing them is impossible. I wasn't just saying that to appease you. There's a chance of rescuing them covertly. After all, the people of the Central Plains in White Cloud City are being slaughtered like pigs and dogs. As long as they're taken to concentration camps, the chances of me rescuing one or two people are relatively small. But that's only if your family can hold out that long!"
Jiang Xiaoling glanced at the women of the Jiang Household in the distance; her gums were bleeding from biting so hard. Her older sister was only seven years old; how could she endure such torment for so long?
But if he were forced to rescue him now, he doubted the other party could do it anyway, given their abilities. He knew about Painted Skin Mister; his direct combat strength was practically zero.
At this moment, he suddenly craved power. When he was weak, he was at the mercy of others, and his survival depended entirely on luck. He could neither protect anything nor do anything.
"Okay!" Jiang Xiaoling closed her eyes. "Tonight, for every person you save, I'll answer one more question for you!"
"Oh? You're making demands." A cold smile flashed across the Painted Skin's face, but he didn't say anything. Once he had the other party's family in his grasp, he had plenty of ways to make this guy spill all the information.
He used to try to negotiate, but those who did have all become his collectibles. This naive guy clearly hasn't grasped the cruelty of this world yet. Oh well, let him teach him a lesson.
"You should at least reveal one thing first, right?" Painted Skin Mister tried to gain the upper hand. "Otherwise, how will I know if you're telling the truth? I'm risking my life to help you save someone, so I should at least give you some deposit, shouldn't I?"
What do you want to know?
What does " Corrector " mean?
"The repairman who restores this world."
"I didn't come here to try and be clever." The Painted Skin skin's face darkened. "If you push me too far, do you believe that even if your relatives die, I can make sure they never have peace?"
Jiang Xiaoling took a deep breath and looked at the other person. Was this the Corrector on whom the hopes were placed?
How are these people any different from the original, corrupt players who so casually regard those around them as pigs and dogs and ruthlessly threaten their fellow countrymen?
"This world needs correction. The previous group of players ruined it, and their power was too great, disrupting the world's balance. Therefore, a group of Corrector is needed to overthrow their rule and restore the world's balance. A group of volunteers has been sent here—the so-called Corrector!"
Clang!
Despite having some suspicions, when he actually heard these words, the Painted Skin was still shaken and pushed himself back against the wall.
The above has been corrected? So, their time travel wasn't accidental; it was planned!
He had actually suspected it a long time ago.
Why are all of these transmigrators members of the Development Team? Do they all know each other?
Why do those players seem aware of their existence and are targeting them so aggressively? Why do those ancient beings know that they are among the last?
All of this was planned. This was never about time travel; this world is probably...
A terrifying thought surged into his mind, and the Painted Skin felt his mind shake and his whole being was on the verge of collapse.
He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Xiaoling: "This world is fake, isn't it? What kind of beings are we?"
Although it was a demon with zero combat experience, it still possessed some basic abilities. Otherwise, how could it have tortured and killed ordinary people to make puppets? Moreover, the opponent was just a five-year-old child, who was lifted up like a chick.
"Speak quickly!!"
At this moment, the Painted Skin's eyes were bloodshot, and he was close to madness!
Faced with such Painted Skin, Jiang Xiaoling, though still shaken, gritted her teeth and said, "That's a different matter. If you can save the person, I'll tell you; if you can't, don't blame me."
"Boy, you..." Painted Skin sneered, about to teach the other party a lesson.
But the other person said, "I advise you not to get any funny ideas. I'm very fragile; I might die if I'm not careful. If I die, even if you find me again, you might not have my memories. You should know that, right? How much memory do you lose after dying once?"
The Painted Skin paused for a moment, staring intently at the other person for a long time before finally releasing them.
With a thud, Jiang Xiaoling fell to the ground, wincing in pain, but still stubbornly staring at the other person.
Painted Skin closed his eyes and took several breaths to calm himself down. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze towards Jiang Xiaoling was somewhat complicated.
"When I was first born, I felt immense gratitude towards the people in this world who raised me."
"Huh?" Jiang Xiaoling was taken aback, looking at the other person, not understanding why the other person suddenly said this to her.
I have also tried to see the people in this world as human beings.
"What do you want to say?" Jiang Xiaoling frowned.
"If you can survive, you'll naturally understand." The Painted Skin laughed. "There's a reason why the players in this world treat all living beings like straw dogs. Because we're not the same kind of beings. Those who are not of our kind will inevitably have different hearts. This will be clearly demonstrated here. If you have the chance in the future, you'll understand this principle. From the very beginning, I didn't agree with the King of Qin's bullshit theory of human-demon coexistence!"
Looking at the sky, the Painted Skin skin recalled ancient memories, memories from many years ago, memories retained from its first Samsara after death. This world is strange; important memories, such as intelligence from past lives and crucial information, are often completely forgotten, while trivial and disgusting things can be etched into one's very bones.
He still remembers clearly how the deaf-mute woman who was willing to marry him did so because of his kindness and the kindness of taking care of him since he was a child. This made him believe that there were still bright spots in this world.
But after learning his true identity, decades of family ties meant nothing.
When he was hacking himself to death, the ferocious expression on his face was strange to him. He had never thought that his wife, who was too weak to kill, could be so ferocious.
The rejection from other races is far beyond your imagination. Humans and demons coexisting? Ha! What a joke!
Young man, you should do the same. Don't be fooled by your so-called relatives who seem willing to give up everything for you, even their lives.
That's because they think you're their family, their child.
But once they know you exist, know you are a reincarnated monster, know you have taken their child's body...
You will know that the malice that transforms from familial affection is more terrifying than any other malice in the world!
"Oh, even Painted Skin is here?"
Above the city, a young man in white, who had already arrived in the city, smiled slightly as he saw some stiff puppets mixed in with the crowd on the street.
"Should we catch him first?" Mr. Origami asked coldly from behind.
"Why are you arresting him?" The young man rolled his eyes at the other person. "Do we have that much free time?"
"You don't seem to hate him at all?" Mr. Origami looked up at the other person. "Back then, he was one of the traitors!"