Wei Tianyang escaped into objective reality, weaving his way through the city district.
The recent gunshots had also drawn the attention of the child soldiers below, who blew their whistles and all ran toward the direction of the hotel.
Wei Tianyang had already run far away, and he realized that all the residents here were now militian. Citizens were soldiers, and the army was the nation. But there were few young people left; children, disabled soldiers, and the elderly composed this large army.
Wei Tianyang arrived at the place where Rada Gan was being held—an abandoned cinema guarded by sentries outside. Wei Tianyang had no desire to interact with these young soldiers, so he teleported inside.
This old-fashioned cinema had only four screening rooms and a basent used for storing film reels. It was in this basent that Rada Gan was imprisoned.
It was already past midnight, and there were not many soldiers inside the cinema. Now, as Wei Tianyang’s eyes lit up red, his eyeballs would split into four and he could see through walls the heat sources from living beings. Standing still, he scanned the area and found Rada Gan, curled up in a corner.
Wei Tianyang ca in front of a tal door to the basent, grabbed the lock with his right hand, and clenched it tightly, crushing the lock into a ball.
With a gentle tug, the lock opened, and as he pushed the iron door open, a stinky odor wafted from the pitch-black room, packed with scrapped movie reels.
He walked inside, where an overturned porcelain bowl lay on the ground. The mushy food had dried into a large crust. A few steps further, Rada Gan lay completely naked, one hand cuffed to a water pipe on the wall.
Rada Gan’s golden hair partially covered his body, but he was much thinner than when they first t, as thin as his 15-year-old self, and his body was covered with scars, obviously tortured.
"Rada Gan, god of Azaha, you look terrible now," Wei Tianyang said sternly, standing in front of him.
"Do you... need gold again?" Rada Gan asked weakly, not recognizing the voice.
"Do you rember ?" Wei Tianyang said.
"Who... who are you...?" Rada Gan slowly lifted his head, his sunken cheeks bearing eyes that had been gouged out, leaving only a pair of dark holes.
"Call Yishenmali," Wei Tianyang said.
"Yishenmali..." It seed as though Rada Gan rembered sothing as he turned his body toward Wei Tianyang, the handcuffs clanking against the water pipe.
"Yishenmali... help ..." he said.
"I don’t help those who kneel and beg. I only assist true warriors," Wei Tianyang said.
"How ironic... isn’t it? I used to tell them the sa... I thought I had given them courage and faith..." Rada Gan sighed.
"I told you before, gold can’t buy courage. You simply handed an enraged mob guns. Their tolerance before didn’t an they didn’t desire power; they just lacked strength. You didn’t truly ta the beasts before you opened the cage..." Wei Tianyang said.
Rada Gan laughed and said, "So... you’ve co... to ta these beasts?"
"There are no more beasts left to ta, Rada Gan. They died worthless deaths; they beca the very things they sought to defeat. Children are forced onto the battlefield, won are picking up weapons, and the disabled and elderly are in charge of guarding the place where you are imprisoned. To , it makes no difference which one to kill. I can’t bring myself to do it. And I don’t want to help any of them," Wei Tianyang said.
"Will you help ...?" Rada Gan asked.
"Reach out to , Rada Gan. Extend your hand, and I will pull you up," Wei Tianyang said.
Rada Gan tried to pull his left hand out of the handcuffs, but after several unsuccessful attempts, he tried to break free, causing the handcuffs to clatter noisily.
"I... I don’t have the strength..." Rada Gan said.
"You do, Rada Gan. One who fancies himself a deity should not be confined by handcuffs," Wei Tianyang said assertively.
Rada Gan continued to struggle, using the last of his strength to try and free his remaining left hand from the cuffs. He flopped about like a fish jumping out of a shopping bag, desperately flopping toward the storm drain.
But aside from making a louder noise, he achieved nothing.
The commotion had already attracted the attention of the guards. Wei Tianyang stood in the darkness, glanced up, and saw a soldier descending the stairs.
"Your ti is running out," Wei Tianyang said.
Rada Gan continued to struggle desperately. He clenched his teeth, pushed against the ground with his feet, and managed to sit up a bit, pulling on his left hand with more vigor.
On his left wrist, there were already scratches oozing with blood, the red liquid running down his forearm.
The footsteps of the guards were approaching closer and closer, and Wei Tianyang had already started walking towards the door.
"Wait a minute... Yishenmali... wait... I can do it... please wait a bit longer..." Rada Gan said.
He exerted even more force, and at last, he leapt up, then curled into a ball in the air, trying to land without touching the ground, allowing his left hand to endure all the force of the fall.
With a crack, accompanied by Rada Gan’s cry of pain, his left hand finally slipped out of the handcuffs, but not without costing him, with blood spilling everywhere and his thumb completely dislocated, the skin was almost entirely scraped away.
He fell to the ground but had attained his freedom. Now, groping around in the darkness, he called out, "Yishenmali! Yishenmali!! I can reach out now! Yishenmali!! Where are you?!"
What answered him was a heavy stomp.
The young guard, flashlight in hand, shone the light on Rada Gan’s face, and kicked toward his chest, shouting loudly, "Stay still!"
Then, the guard glanced at the blood on the floor and at Rada Gan’s left hand, looking sowhat astonished.
He turned back, planning to tell the others, but he saw a figure standing at the entrance.
"Hey? Who’s that? Co here, do you have the key to his handcuffs?" the guard said.
The figure vanished in an instant, then appeared suddenly in front of him, a strong hand grasping his collar.
In a fraction of a second, the guard was blinded, beca emaciated, his right hand broken, and his left thumb severely dislocated. He felt unbearable hunger and pain, and coiled up on the ground, silent.
Wei Tianyang, with his other hand, grabbed Rada Gan’s outstretched hand, and in that instant, he was completely healed. The Rada Gan in front of him returned to his previous state, a golden-haired, robust, handso young man.
Wei Tianyang stripped off the guard’s clothes and helped Rada Gan into them, then led him through objective reality to leave the place.
Both n stood on a hill outside the city; the city itself had beco bustling, with soldiers scouring the streets in search of Rada Gan, and surely, the news of Lapras’s death had already spread.
The two sat on a rock.
"Yishenmali. You saved my life, how can I repay you?" Rada Gan asked.
"Do you have anywhere else to go?" Wei Tianyang inquired.
"No, there’s no place for a second Rada Gan in this world," Rada Gan said with self-mockery.
"I have a place in mind, and I could use gold that the whole world can’t trace the origin of," Wei Tianyang said.
Rada Gan chuckled, "Just command ."
"Heisai State, Eltoya, I need you to go there and open a hotel for ," Wei Tianyang said.
"A hotel...? And why Eltoya?" Rada Gan asked.
"That’s a place I spent a long ti selecting. The hotel is just a front, it’s the last refuge for people like you and ," Wei Tianyang replied.
Rada Gan instantly understood.
"Got a na?" he asked.
"Pei Guode," Wei Tianyang responded.
"Understood," Rada Gan said.
"Then go, to the land I promised you. One day, I will co to find you," Wei Tianyang said.
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