Getting Stronger By Chapter 473 Brother’s Diary1

Chapter 473: Chapter 473 Brother’s Diary_1

After all, even if people, mired in endless disappointnt and despair, manage to muster a do-or-die resolve and the confidence that cos with it, potentially leveraging it for greater future achievents, they are undoubtedly gambling with a slim, uncertain possibility for their future and their own prospects. Therefore, no one has the right to accuse the kid of wasting anything.

When this thought flashed through Wang Zhan’s mind, he almost burst out laughing. Because no one would be that stupid! As a human being, the first thing one must learn is, in fact, to grasp the utilitarian aspects of the situation before them. Just as one must find food to eat, one must also have water nearby to drink. Perhaps if this utilitarianism were terd a ’bodily predatory instinct,’ it might be more readily accepted. And that is human nature.

However, the kid’s situation had triggered a line of thought in Wang Zhan’s mind. Suddenly, he rembered. Hasn’t the hour I agreed upon with the Old Man already passed? Who knows if that Old Man is furious about my unreliability, or perhaps gloating because I missed our appointnt! After all, it might lead him to the mistaken conclusion that my recovery ability is rely average and nothing to worry about. Of course, as far as I’m concerned, whatever the Old Man thinks, so be it! He’ll probably never understand my trump card. After all, people have their limits, the earth has its boundaries, and so does thought. It’s not due to so innate Limit, but purely because they’re unaware that other possibilities exist.

Moreover, Wang Zhan didn’t believe the old fellow wouldn’t have left so way to track him, to make finding him easier. He was an old fox, after all. Who knows, he might be hiding in so corner right now, spying on everything here! Of course, this was because the information about this child had genuinely taken Wang Zhan by surprise; otherwise, he would never have missed the appointnt.

Therefore, Wang Zhan looked at the young boy before him and got straight to the point. "I know the information you told

isn’t sothing you obtained yourself."

He glanced lightly at the spirit altar, squatting silently to one side, which had remained undisturbed throughout. Then he smiled faintly and said, "The information you shared... it must be sothing your brother left behind, right? So, bring it out. Let

take a look. Also, get ready to co with ; we need to leave!"

The boy didn’t refuse. He carefully put away the small bottle in his hand and then asked calmly, without objection, "Where to?"

The corner of Wang Zhan’s mouth tilted up in a cold smirk. Where to? To kill, of course... Oh, right, those things aren’t human! Of course, this kid is still just a naive child; it’s best not to expose him to too much. Otherwise, if he ends up like those two lunatics in my Origin Point—the mad man and the monster—and becos unhinged, that wouldn’t be good at all.

Therefore, Wang Zhan looked intently at the young boy before him and said softly, "You’ll know when we get there. But I don’t like answering too many questions. You’d better keep up when I leave, or our association ends here."

Thus, almost as soon as Wang Zhan stated this condition and made his resolute intention to leave perfectly clear, the boy didn’t hesitate. Within five minutes, he was rapidly packing all his belongings. He packed everything he could take into the backpack he carried, even including his brother’s spirit altar.

At this point, Wang Zhan naturally noticed the notebook in the little boy’s hand, its cover adorned with a maple leaf. It looked sowhat old, but the cover was intact, showing how much its owner cherished it.

However, eting Wang Zhan’s gaze, the boy suddenly said, "I promised you that I’d fulfill my promise according to your conditions! But this notebook, I hope you can give it back to , it’s the only nto of my brother..."

It was also one of the few traces left in this world by the countless people who had departed from the Blue Sky White Clouds they loved.

As for whether Wang Zhan had any ill intentions, that was no longer within his scope of consideration! Even if it ant dealing with the terrifying original organization ntioned on the news and television, it would be fine. As long as he could beco a Martial Artist, any sacrifice would be worth it!

Wang Zhan smiled and said nonchalantly, "I know, you have fulfilled your promise. At the sa ti, you have fulfilled what you promised . So this notebook will always belong to you. But right now, I just want you to do

a favor: let

see the contents inside with my own eyes..."

The boy looked at him. After a brief mont, without any further hesitation, he handed the tightly gripped notebook to Wang Zhan.

"Okay! I believe you."

Wang Zhan couldn’t help but laugh. "Hahahaha..."

He suddenly understood. At this mont, any verbal reply he could offer would seem sowhat redundant. This was because the root of it all stemd from the trust and determination this little boy held towards him. The boy believed Wang Zhan was a Martial Artist and could help him; thus, he had taken another step closer to the Martial Arts Path! He believed Wang Zhan was no ordinary person, soone who could save his life, which was why he had kowtowed, thereby earning Wang Zhan’s acknowledgnt. Therefore, he believed Wang Zhan wouldn’t covet his notebook. Consequently, he trusted that all of Wang Zhan’s requests would lead to new gains for him. Otherwise, even if, on the surface, neither party suffered any loss and no issues arose, the boy’s trust in Wang Zhan would slowly diminish.

This, in my view, is an exceptionally pragmatic child, one who clearly understands the situation, Wang Zhan thought. Of course, I’m not maliciously speculating. It’s because I need this incident to remind myself: when dealing with a child whose disposition might be immature but whose mind has already endured much, it’s best to afford them sufficient respect. Because they are no longer simple children, like blank sheets of paper!

So, they left. They departed quite decisively, without any hesitation whatsoever.

On the way back, from the kid’s perspective, Wang Zhan seed to pay no attention to his surroundings. Instead, he was completely engrossed, all his focus on the notebook before him. What the kid found increasingly baffling and astonishing, however, was the fact that even though Wang Zhan kept his gaze fixed ahead, he seed to have a perfect grasp of the path, as if he held it all in his heart. For instance, when they needed to make way, he would seem to predict it, pulling Three Seven aside. For example, if a situation suddenly beca dangerous, he would, without waiting for Three Seven’s consent, simply grab him by the scruff of his neck and steer him around the peril. And sure enough, a mont later, a minor crisis would erupt in that very spot, involving either the Human Race or a beast.

It was as if a living Deity had appeared before the kid’s very eyes. So much so that at this mont, his eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions: envy, desire, reverence, and more. It was... awe for the kind of power only such a Deity could possess, and a deep yearning in his heart for that sa power.

Thus, after nearly half an hour, when the kid realized Wang Zhan was leading the two of them into a residential building, with their destination still unknown, the kid finally ca to his senses, stopped Wang Zhan, and asked, "Sir...where are we going?"

Wang Zhan glanced at the decreasing number of words in the notebook and replied indifferently, "We’ll be there soon, be patient!"

Then, DING. The elevator arrived.

Just as Wang Zhan stepped out of the elevator, he finished reading all the content in the notebook. Imdiately after, with a solemn expression, he returned the notebook to Three Seven, handling it as if it were a precious treasure.

Then, Wang Zhan finally spoke in a deep voice, "Thank your brother for . His observations over these past days have been a great help to ..."

Before the kid could react, a voice, seemingly drifting from nowhere, interrupted the conversation between the two at the elevator entrance.

"What help?"

So, Three Seven turned his head and looked. Then, he was utterly stunned, his expression one of dumbfounded, slack-jawed bewildernt, his mouth agape.

At that mont, the kid’s mind went completely blank, save for a single, vivid thought he couldn’t shake: Is... is this the Deity our Federation worships? Otherwise, besides a Deity performing such a miracle, what else could explain this semi-transparent, shimring blue mirror that had suddenly appeared before him? Not only did it show the real face of a white-haired Old Man, but it could also emit a human-like voice as it flickered and shifted! Or could it be so new Black Technology developed by the Federation, designed rely to deceive an ignorant kid like him?

The more Three Seven thought about it, the more impossible it seed—surely just a wild fignt of his imagination! After all, he and his brother weren’t important figures; they had always been obscure, like unnoticed ants. When had they ever beco worthy of such attention and importance? Besides, his brother had died just recently! It was a tragedy that could never be undone...