Chapter 903
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Chapter 903 Wu Xiangnan’s Obsession
Can becoming a god really be that easy?
Currently among all humans, only Zhou Ping of Daxia Sword Immortals has retained the Sword Law and ascended to godhood. If Wang Mian wants to become a god, he must also possess his own law. But he’s different from Zhou Ping – his divine domain comes from the Time God rather than himself, so he can’t retain laws like Zhou Ping did. Moreover, all the time laws in the world have already been divided up by the Time Gods of various divine nations.
Unable to retain his own law, and unable to obtain time law… Are divine agents destined to never become gods?
Wang Mian fell silent.
Beside him, Amemiya Haruhui sensed Wang Mian’s emotional fluctuation and raised his eyebrows slightly.
“…Come on, I’ll take you to meet that person.”
Seeing Amemiya Haruhui turn to leave, Wang Mian hesitated for a moment before following his footsteps.
“Who exactly are you taking me to meet?” Wang Mian couldn’t help but ask.
“He’s also from Daxia, and knows Qi Ye too. You two might even know each other.”
Wang Mian frowned in thought.
Besides Team Nightfall, someone else had come to Japan’s “human circle”? And they knew Lin Qi Ye?
Wang Mian thought for a long time but couldn’t think of such a person, and his curiosity was piqued.
The two walked out of the Kazamatsuri family’s territory and headed towards remote alleyways. After several turns, they arrived in front of a small house.
Amemiya Haruhui reached out and knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door opened, and a figure Wang Mian never expected to see stood quietly behind it.
“Wu Xiangnan?”
Wang Mian called out his name in surprise.
Wu Xiangnan’s gaze swept past Amemiya Haruhui and landed on Wang Mian, carefully examining this white-haired old man for a long while, confusion appearing in his eyes.
“Who are you?”
Wang Mian didn’t speak, but silently took out the cracked “Wang” mask from his chest…
Wu Xiangnan was stunned, staring at Wang Mian’s aged face for a long time, his mouth agape in shock.
…
“Have a seat. It’s a bit modest here, not as luxurious as the Kazamatsuri house.”
Wu Xiangnan carried a cup of hot tea from the kitchen, placed it in front of Wang Mian, and smiled helplessly.
After bringing Wang Mian here, Amemiya Haruhui had returned to the Kazamatsuri house first. After all, this was a reunion between two Daxia people, and he couldn’t understand Chinese anyway. Rather than being awkward later, it was better to simply exit.
Wang Mian took the teacup and slowly took a sip. “But this place feels more comfortable.”
“Actually, the Kazamatsuri siblings and that young man who just brought you here are quite nice.”
“But in a foreign land, Chinese still sounds more comforting.”
Wu Xiangnan smiled, his gaze falling on Wang Mian’s wrinkled hand holding the cup. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, “What happened to you? Are the other members of Team Mask also in Japan?”
Wang Mian slowly closed his eyes, a bitter smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
He told the whole story of what happened to Team Mask in the fishing village.
After listening, Wu Xiangnan fell silent.
He didn’t know how to comfort Wang Mian, only reaching out to pat his shoulder gently. “Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault.”
Wang Mian stared at Wu Xiangnan for a moment, then sighed, “I know… I can curse fate in front of anyone else, but in front of you, I don’t have that right…”
Wu Xiangnan smiled bitterly.
Wu Xiangnan was also the only survivor of Team Blue Rain.
Their fates were very similar, but the difference was that Wang Mian still had a chance to change history, he still had hope… while Wu Xiangnan had nothing left except hatred.
Wang Mian looked down at the teacup in his hands, sorrow flashing in his eyes as he murmured in confusion:
“First Team Medium, then Team Blue Rain, and now Team Mask… Tell me, is this the destiny of special teams?”
Wu Xiangnan was silent for a while, then shook his head. “This isn’t destiny… this is the inevitable end for special teams.
All special teams carry an incredibly heavy responsibility from the moment they’re formed. We never talk about retirement. Our mission is to fulfill our duty until the moment of sacrifice arrives.
Special teams are formed, fight battles, sacrifice themselves, and leave their designation behind until the next special team inherits their mission… This is our legacy.
Over the past hundred years, the Night Watchers have had many, many special teams. Compared to most of them, we’re actually quite fortunate.
When a special team is destroyed, it’s inevitably because they encountered a situation far beyond their capabilities. In such cases, there usually aren’t any survivors, and since special team operations are classified, others don’t know much about them.
As time passes, except for those cold classified files and merits within the Night Watchers, no one can remember their former glory, and their legends will eventually become just a vague and secret history.”
Wu Xiangnan pointed at himself,
“But we’re different.
We are survivors. Even if that legendary history has been forgotten by everyone else, we can still remember the former glory, remember others’ personalities, preferences, whether they snored in their sleep, what embarrassing things they did…
As long as we’re alive, our teams continue to exist.”
Looking into Wu Xiangnan’s eyes, Wang Mian was stunned. After a long while, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled…
“I’ve learned something.”
Wu Xiangnan smiled. “It took me a long time to understand this too.”
“So have you let it go now?”
Wu Xiangnan’s hand holding the cup paused slightly, and he shook his head. “Understanding doesn’t mean letting go… Glory and legends can become history, but hatred cannot.”
“So you’re staying in Japan because you want to…”
“Yes.” Wu Xiangnan slowly took a sip of tea and said in an absolutely calm tone, “Revenge.”
Wang Mian was startled. “If I remember correctly, the enemy that caused Team Blue Rain’s destruction was…”
“Susanoo,” Wu Xiangnan completed the sentence. “The sea god of Takamagahara, Susanoo.”
“You want to go to Takamagahara to seek revenge on Susanoo?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a deity.”
“I know.”
“But you’re still just a ‘Sea’ level human.” Wang Mian looked seriously into his eyes. “You’re going to your death.”
“Do you think I’m the kind of fool who would mindlessly go to die? Moreover, I carry the glory of Team Blue Rain on my shoulders.”
Wu Xiangnan smiled slightly, stood up from his seat, walked to the window, and looked up at the sky, speaking calmly:
“I have already… found a way to kill Susanoo.”
