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"I once saw information about this Madwoman in the database of Zone Z. This Madwoman is a human, but she is not content with being ordinary. Lacking the Psychic Ability of an Ability User, she dedicated herself to evolving humanity to a level where they could stand alongside Ability Users."
As Yan Qing spoke, he paced back and forth in the room, his footsteps erratic, revealing his inner turmoil.
"At first, all the dreamers among humanity shared her confidence in this plan, fantasizing about creating a brand new world—a beautiful future where humans and Ability Users coexist as equals."
"But over ten years have passed, and not only has this plan failed, but it has also become a bottomless pit. A vast amount of human resources, materials, and finances have been poured into it without any return. Major investors, seeing no hope in the plan, withdrew their support one after another. It became like a ship lost in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse."
Yan Qing clenched his fists as he spoke. "And that Madwoman, driven by despair and obsession, initiated an even more Madness plan. She crazily conducted illegal underground experiments using newborn infants as live subjects. Those innocent little lives had barely seen the world before being caught up in this horrific disaster. In the end, she finally received her just punishment—imprisoned in what is said to be the most escape-proof prison in the world, sentenced to Life Imprisonment."
At this point, anger flickered in Yan Qing's eyes, his fists tightening unconsciously.
"And her name is Nafiel Jenny."
The name escaped Yan Qing's lips like a curse—one that was known throughout the Ability User World. She represented evil, Madness, and endless Pain.
And she was also his enemy.
Yan Qing's voice sounded like a broken string on a violin, each note carrying heart-wrenching pain.
The sound trembled in the air as Jiang Ming clearly felt the young yet heavy emotional turmoil radiating from Yan Qing. It was an oppressive wave of darkness that threatened to engulf everything around them, suffocating.
With heavy steps, Jiang Ming slowly approached Yan Qing. His gaze was filled with complex emotions—compassion mixed with helplessness. "Do you hate her?"
His voice broke the uncomfortable silence between them.
Upon hearing this, Yan Qing turned sharply towards Jiang Ming, their eyes locking. His gaze was piercing, as if burning with fierce flames that concealed boundless anger and hatred.
"Don't you hate her? A person so heinous—who in the entire Ability User World doesn't despise her?"
Yan Qing's voice trembled slightly, laced with uncontainable fury. "Even you..." He scrutinized Jiang Ming, his gaze now tinged with a hint of assessment. "You are also her creation."
For a moment, Jiang Ming fell silent before slowly nodding. His tone grew particularly heavy as if each word bore immense weight.
"I do hate her, but I also owe her a lot. If it weren't for her, I might never have met you."
He paused, a flicker of struggle crossing his eyes. "But it cannot be denied that she has brought immense suffering to this Ability User World. She is the enemy of all Ability Users."
Jiang Ming reached out, gripping Yan Qing's shoulders tightly. His gaze was unwavering as he looked directly into Yan Qing's eyes.
"She is also our common enemy, Yan Qing. You have to believe me."
A sardonic smile curled at the corners of Yan Qing's lips, yet that smile was more painful than tears.
"Believe you? You still refuse to tell me your true identity, Comrade Jiang Ming. I'm giving you this one chance; do you still not want to come clean?"
Yan Qing's eyes were fixed on Jiang Ming, scrutinizing every subtle change in his expression.
Jiang Ming lowered his gaze, thick lashes casting shadows over his eyes. He looked as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him. After a long moment, he released his grip, his voice heavy like the thunder before a storm.
"I am the Mountain God."
Those two words slipped from his lips lightly but landed like a bomb in the stillness of the lake.
Yan Qing froze for a moment, disbelief filling her eyes. "What did you say? Repeat that."
Jiang Ming's eyes flickered, his lashes fluttering as if he were struggling with something. "I am the Mountain God, one of the four most wanted criminals on the Pacific Ability Federation's top wanted list."
It was as if Yan Qing had been struck by lightning; she took a long time to process Jiang Ming's words.
"You say you are the Mountain God? The same Mountain God who instigated numerous terrorist attacks and brutal robberies around the world four or five years ago and unwittingly sparked wars between nations? Jiang Ming, are you joking with me? Could you really be that kind of person?"
Her voice rose higher, filled with shock and doubt.
Jiang Ming shook his head vigorously, sincerity and urgency shining in his eyes.
"I am not that kind of person. Those things were not done by me; someone has been using my name to carry out those acts. I came to Zone Z to investigate who is behind all this."
Yan Qing seemed to have lost his soul, retreating a few steps in a daze before collapsing into a chair as if all his strength had vanished.
"So that's how it is. It's good that you're different from them."
His body trembled slightly, emotions crashing over him like tumultuous waves.
His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, resembling an injured and enraged beast.
Jiang Ming watched from the side, his brow furrowed and filled with concern.
He couldn't help but doubt whether the nearly unhinged person before him was truly the same calm and wise Yan Qing he knew.
"Why do you hate her so much? I know many people in the Ability User world despise her, but seeing you so consumed by extreme emotions is rare. You're usually so composed and insightful, as if nothing could disturb your peace of mind. But now, you're so furious and irrational; there must be some hidden truth behind this, right?"
Jiang Ming's voice was soft, as if afraid of provoking Yan Qing further.
Upon hearing Jiang Ming's words, Yan Qing's body stiffened abruptly. Slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes resembling a sea of blood, filled with veins and clouded as if they might burst at any moment.
His lips trembled slightly as he began to recount that nightmarish memory.
"Ten years ago, I had a perfect family. My parents were alive..."
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