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In this boundless darkness, Alan felt as if he were floating in a void. His soul seemed to have shattered, gradually dissipating into this dark emptiness. But at this moment, he heard a heart-stopping heartbeat, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of the distant universe, yet also directly from his own heart.
This sound shook every inch of his muscles, every single cell. It was like a huge war drum, fiercely resounding in this infinite darkness. Each beat made Alan feel an indescribable power being infused into his body, a primitive and savage power, full of violence and anger.
AlanThe anger in his heart was reignited by this force. It was a long-buried anger deep within him, anger towards the nobles who had harmed his family and friends, anger towards the unjust world. This anger was like a fuse, rapidly spreading in his heart, burning all his pain and despair.
Gradually, this force seemed to inject new life into his soul. He felt himself being reshaped by the flames of this anger, his soul regathering, and his body gradually regaining strength. His heart pounded, each beat telling him that his mission was not yet complete, and he could not give up like this.
At that moment, he heard a hoarse and dignified voice softly asking in his ear, "Young man, do you desire revenge?"
In that instant, Alan's heart was filled with confusion and astonishment. He was certain that there should be no other life present here, so who could this voice be, and where did it come from? But this voice didn't seem like his hallucination or his own imagination; it was too real, as if echoing from another dimension.
The voice of the old man appeared again, seemingly unconcerned with his confusion and astonishment: "I ask you, do you seek revenge?"
Alan gritted his teeth, and before his eyes appeared scenes that were heart-wrenching—he saw his family and friends being mercilessly abused and killed, saw the cold smile of the noble Morgan, saw those so-called "gods" coldly watching. His heart felt like it was burning with flames, filled with anger and hatred.
"Yes!" Alan almost shouted in response, each word filled with unrestrained anger. "I want them all to pay the price they deserve! I want them to pay for every innocent drop of blood, for every desperate cry!"
The old man's voice seemed to deepen at this moment, but also carried a subtle sense of satisfaction and a smile that was not easily detectable. "Very well, you have made your choice."
When Alan's anger rumbled like thunder in the void, the voice of the old man suddenly permeated the entire space, seemingly carrying a hint of satisfaction and a hidden smile. As his voice faded, the entire void began to tremble slightly, as if heralding an astonishing transformation.
Alan felt a strange energy slowly surging towards him from all sides. He saw countless scattered soul fragments, which, summoned by his anger and consciousness, flew towards him one by one like fireflies. These fragments were no longer ownerless wandering souls; they began to slowly rotate in space, seemingly attracted by an indescribable force, and one by one, they merged into his body.
These fragments of souls seem to have found their rightful place, like long-lost siblings finally reuniting. And in this moment, Alan feels a surge of immense power coursing through his entire body. This power is not singular; it seems to gather the anger and sorrow of all those oppressed by the nobility and The Sacred Church, those betrayed and suffering. This anger is like a raging storm, fierce and uncontrollable, burning within him, making him feel as if a beast ready to break all chains, destroy all injustice and oppression, is roaring inside his body.
As the soul fragments merge, Alan feels his physical body gradually reassembling in this void. He can sense his bones becoming harder as if forged, his muscles strengthened as if through countless exercises, and even his height seems to have increased in this short time. He looks in amazement at his hands, no longer the weak, powerless youth, but a warrior with astonishing strength and potential.
Alan's consciousness returned to his body, feeling a newfound courage surging through every muscle fiber. Standing in this boundless void, he subconsciously clenched his fists. Every inch of muscle, every sinew seemed to pulsate and burn, filled with a power to destroy and conquer everything.
"This is my rebirth," Alan murmured quietly in his heart. He felt as if he were possessed by some primal wildness, an extremely violent instinct deeply embedded in the human genes.
Unable to suppress this impulse, Alan opened his arms and looked up at the endless darkness. Then, with all his might, he let out a deafening howl. This howl not only pierced through the barrier of nothingness, but also seemed to challenge the rules of the entire universe.
The howl echoed in this boundless darkness, continuously traversing space as if to awaken all oppressed and abused souls. Alan could feel that this howl was not just his own cry, but rather a resonance of all suffering people, a silent protest against injustice.
After the wild howl, Alan's chest heaved violently, and the sound of his breathing seemed unusually loud in the deathly silence. He took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart. However, the almost crazy wildness in his heart did not diminish, but instead grew stronger.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered the mysterious old man. Alan had a gut feeling that everything was related to the old man, that it was he who had triggered the power dormant deep within his own body.
Alan looked up at the pitch-black space, his eyes filled with provocation and curiosity. Then, in an almost roaring voice, he asked, "Who are you?! Why give me this power?! What do you want me to do?!"
His voice echoed in the empty space, but Alan knew that his questions would not go unanswered. He awaited the old man's response, looking forward to the next stage of his new life.
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