Absolute Choice 9

by Pear Lands In The Autumn Spring

  The white-robed blond youth's appearance and facial features resembled the sunlight at dawn. He was radiant and enchanting.

  On careful look, one would discover that his eyes and expression was surprisingly cold. It was cold like a frozen lake in the dead of winter. It was like a pure white snowflake that didn’t have any other colors that made it seem impure. It was an emotionless coldness.

  "Who are you?" Shi Xiaobai asked.

  That was the question everyone present wanted to know. Who was this blond youth that suddenly appeared out of thin air and said "Could you stop for a moment".

  "I'm Dawn Li."

  The blond youth reported his name in a deadpan manner. His tone did not show any emotion, as though he was a machine reporting some numbers. Without stopping, he said, "The Infernal Sword was stolen by me. The Celestial Jade was stolen by me. The Transcendence Holy Tree was burnt down by me. The entire war was instigated by me. Everything was done by me. So, seek revenge against me."

  When this was said, everyone was stunned.

  The thirty thousand spectators could not even react because the sentence contained too much information.

  As for Speechless, he felt like lightning had struck him. He looked dumbfounded as he remained stupefied.

  Pulp Farmer and company were equally stupefied.

  Liu Yu stiffly turned his head and looked at the rest beside him. Stiffly, he opened his mouth and asked, "Uh, if This Penniless Priest did not remember wrongly... Isn't the Hero King's name Dawn Li?"

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  Chapter422 Meaning of my Existence

  Liu Yu stiffly turned his head and looked at the rest beside him. Stiffly, he opened his mouth and asked, "Uh, if This Penniless Priest did not remember wrongly... Isn't the Hero King's name Dawn Li?"

  It was only a question, but Liu Yu's tone was filled with astonished affirmation.

  Pulp Farmer and Feng Yuanlin sluggishly nodded. The famous historical figure who appeared numerous times in their primary and secondary school education was honored by having the name, Hero King. However, no one would forget his name.

  However, the name 'Dawn Li', which seemed feminine, was not a name people liked to mention. There was a feeling that it was a strange 'stain' on the Hero King, who had been a hero for an entire lifetime and lead a magnificent life.

  But it was because of this that his name left a deep impression on people.

  The man, who began the age of heroes, possessed a feminine name. It was Dawn Li.

  "The Hero King stole the Celestial Jade and sent it to the Infernal King. He then stole the Infernal Sword and gave it to Leonis. He then pretended to be the Celestial King to burn down the Transcendence Holy Tree and instigated the war. At the peak of the war, he appeared and revealed everything, causing the three kings to angrily attack him. Finally, he killed the three kings alone."

  Liu Yu repeated the summary of that legendary story that was written in the textbooks. It was done in a stiff tone before he exclaimed in horror, "Other than Leonis being replaced by a new king, as well as the life-and-death battle between the three kings being different from that legendary story, everything else is the same. This Penniless Priest originally believed that it was a coincidence or that it was set up by the assessment program, but...why would the Hero King appear!?"

  Liu Yu, who was always sharp-witted, was even beginning to stutter. The appearance of the Hero King shocked him beyond his senses.

  "Fake."

  Sunless, who had been focusing on Shi Xiaobai, revealed an indifferent calmness. She said in an unperturbed manner, "The Hero King is also a designation."

  That sentence seemed to reveal a heaven's secret.

  Everyone was jolted awake.

  Since Shi Xiaobai and Speechless could be designated as the Infernal King and Celestial King respectively, and the assessment program was able to repeat the instigation of the war of the three domains, why couldn't the assessment program 'create' a fake Hero King, making this 'repeated' story appear more reasonable?

  This was a fake Hero King.

  It could only be a fake Hero King.

  The reason was the real Hero King had died three thousand years ago before becoming an eternal legend.

  Liu Yu realized this point and seemed enlightened. A bitter smile suffused across his lips. "To think that This Penniless Priest needed a reminder to figure out such a simple logic. Indeed, being concerned only makes you flustered. The Hero King's name has deep influences on people of our age. However, why would the assessment program do this? Why did it create a fake Hero King and repeat a legendary story? Now, with the story reaching this stage, what follows would be..."

  When Liu Yu muttered to that point, he suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning. His face suddenly turned pale as his lips quivered while saying, "When the story reaches this point, what follows would be...the Hero King killing the three kings!"

  "Could it be...that this is the goal of the assessment program?"

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  In the basin.

  Speechless felt as though he had been struck by a thunderbolt. He stood stupefied in his spot. Speechless had recognized the blond youth's identity before needing to know his name. The youth's white robe that was embroidered with violet stock and that resplendent blond hair, as well as that handsome face was sufficient.

  That was the Hero King in his youth. His appearance looked identical to the ancient drawing that had been passed down for three thousand years.

  The existence which he was forced to imitate from a young age, it was like a shadow that shrouded him, like a nightmare that rooted in his reality. The words Speechless had heard the most in his life was 'Hero King'.

  "Child, the Hero King did it in this manner, so you should do it in this manner too."

  "Speechless, you didn't do this perfectly. If it was the Hero King..."

  "You can't do it? Then force yourself to do it. The Hero King was able to do it, so you have to be able to do it!"

  "Why is your hair not blond? Should you dye it? The Hero King's hair was blond."

  "What are you so proud of? You are still inferior. At your age, the Hero King had already..."

  "Child, everyone knows that the Hero King remained single his entire life, nor did he leave behind any male descendants. Our Li family's ancestors gave birth to the Hero King. Some people say that our Li family doesn't have the bloodline of the Hero King. That is ridiculous talk. The Hero King is a descendant of our Li family and that should be made known! Therefore, Speechless, you must prove to everyone that if our Li family was able to produce the first Hero King, it means that we can definitely produce a second."

  "..."

  Familiar but also seemingly unfamiliar voices resounded in his head like the chants of the devil. It sounded like the gnashing of teeth by wild beasts in the night.

  Speechless' eyes glazed over as his mind went blank.

  The Hero King had appeared.

  He had appeared in front of him.

  That man he had been attempting to imitate for more than ten years had appeared in his world.

  How was this possible?

  "Impossible..."

  Speechless muttered to himself as he suddenly stared with widened eyes, as though he woke up from a stupor.

  "Yes, it's impossible!"

  Speechless' glazed eyes gradually had its luster restored. He looked at the blond youth and said with a sneer, "You are fake. You are a fake existence!"

  Speechless figured the 'truth' behind the matter. The real Hero King had died a long time ago. The blond youth in front of him might have the same looks, name, and plot connivance as the Hero King, but it was a fake existence. It was an imitation created to imitate the Hero King!

  The blond heard Speechless and turned his head slightly. He said in a deadpan manner, "Just the opposite. You are the fake one. To be precise, everyone present is fake."

  Speechless
suffused a mocking smile as he said, "To the fake you, the real us are obviously fake."

  When the blond youth heard this, he slowly shook his head and no longer said a word. It was as though he could not be bothered to comment on the issue. He surveyed the three kings and repeated the words when he appeared, "The Infernal Sword was stolen by me. The Celestial Jade was stolen by me. The Transcendence Holy Tree was burnt down by me. The war was instigated by me. Everything was done by me. So, seek revenge against me."

  When the giant heard this, his eyes flashed with a questioning look as though he was pondering if what was said was real.

  Shi Xiaobai grinned as he gradually lifted his sword. The clever him had naturally already realized that the youth named Dawn Li was an imitation of the Hero King. But since it was an imitation, it could not be too weak. Since it was a mighty person, Shi Xiaobai had no reason to reject his provocation.

  There was no need for a reason to fight a mighty person.

  However, someone had made a move before Shi Xiaobai could even say something.

  Speechless had already taken a step forward. His eyes were glimmering angrily. The cold smile along his lips was colder than the snow in the deep of winter.

  "You can imitate that legend, but you shouldn't have let his imitation appear in front of me."

  Speechless suffused a self-deprecating smile as he said, "Because as that man's imitation, I do not permit another similar existence."

  Speechless turned his head to look at Shi Xiaobai and the giant. He said with a light laugh, "None of you make a move. He is mine. I need to prove myself...to be the most excellent imitation, because that is the meaning of my existence."

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  Chapter423 I hate you

  To prove that he was the most excellent imitation because that was the meaning of his existence.

  To the people in the know, like Mu Yuesheng and the silver-haired girl, the sentence was a depressing form of deprecating himself in a way that shot strange pangs through the hearts of people. It was also a compromise to the ironic fate he had. It was something pitiable and heart-wrenching.

  That year, Speechless was only four years old. At a stunning pace, he broke through to the fourth level of the Psionic Mortal Realm. His superpower was awoken and in that long but fleeting awakening dream, he dreamed the daily toil he had everyday from morning to night. It was one where he imitated the Hero King's day. He dreamed of the family members who constantly said the word Hero King, while giving him 'amiable' looks.

  In Speechless's superpower awakening dream, he dreamed of a reality he wanted to escape from the most. It was a childhood that was void of joy and toys. All there existed was imitation after imitation.

  After that, his superpower was awakened. It was a stunning S-class superpower. It was extremely rare in China, and he was immediately labeled as a prodigy.

  However, his superpower was ironically called—Imitation.

  For a boy who was arranged to imitate the life of another from his birth, the power he should have been proud of was still imitation. It was as though his life was being restrained by the gallows of 'imitation'.

  But Imitation allowed him to become stronger. It was a strength that made him far surpass his peers, even to the point of him surpassing adults.

  The ability to imitate made him become the most promising Li family descendant in three thousand years as the one who could become the second Hero King. He had become the unquestioned number one existence of the younger generation in China.

  He did not know if he should hate or thank 'Imitation'.

  However, he did not have the thoughts of rebelling against his family, fate or imitation. Hence, even though he grew up and gradually became more mentally mature, while his thoughts of becoming 'Speechless Li' and not someone else became even more intense, he still did not choose to rebel.

  That was because Imitation gave him kind loved ones and a warm family. It gave him powerful strength and glorious fame. Imitation gave him too much that he could no longer return.

  Speechless Li took the initiative to be partners with Imitation.

  Therefore, Imitation became the meaning behind his existence.

  Then, within the meaning of such an existence, what he could do was push imitation to its limits, which was—become that man's most excellent imitation.

  Therefore, when an imitated Hero King appeared, it was an enemy to the meaning behind his existence.

  It was not an ordinary enemy.

  It was an enemy he had to personally defeat.

  It was the best enemy to prove the meaning of his ironic existence.

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  "Shi Xiaobai, can I borrow your sword?"

  Speechless requested as he looked sideways.

  Shi Xiaobai was someone who was not in the know, nor did he know what sort of existence the fake Hero King was to Speechless. But the sharp him was able to sense the complicated emotions Speechless was having.

  Without any hesitation, he remerged the black and white swords and precisely threw it at Speechless.

  The Hero King might be a pretty good opponent, but Shi Xiaobai had no lack of opponents.

  As for Speechless, he was a pretty good friend. Shi Xiaobai did not wish to lose any friends.

  "Thank you."

  Speechless apparently never expected Shi Xiaobai to be so straightforward as a warm smile suffused across his lips.

  By lending the sword, it meant that Shi Xiaobai was temporarily handing the opponent over to him.

  Speechless turned to look at the giant.

  The giant gave an angry laugh before turning around to walk to the wall to sit down. He said with a sneer, "As you wish. This King will quietly watch a good show."

  The giant had a massive body that did not match his agility. He also had a perceptive mind that was unlike his violent appearance.

  He would not easily believe the words of the blond youth that suddenly appeared because the Celestial Fire could only be used through the teachings of the Celestial King. He could not believe the blond youth's words.

  Therefore, the giant chose to take a wait-and-see attitude.

  Speechless was very pleased with the giant's 'tactfulness'. He turned to look at the deadpan but apparently extremely patient blond youth. He said coldly, "Unsheathe your sword. Let me see how well you have imitated the sword techniques that he was best at during this period of time."

  The blond youth remained deadpan. His exquisite facial features looked like they were set in stone. Other than his nose moving slightly because of his breathing, and the occasional blinking, there was no other additional changes.

  "Your words are very strange."

  The blond youth said in an emotionless tone, "As a fake NPC, your words have too much self-awareness. That is very strange. Furthermore, are you sure you want to fight one against one? You might have a chance if it was three against one. One against one would be a little too boring."

  If those words were said by someone else, it would have been said in a scoffing or arrogant manner, but from the mouth of the blond youth, it was calm and slow, as though he was depicting an objective fact.

  Speechless sneered as he suddenly raised his sword and slashed to his side!

  "Sword with one's fingers—Three Thousand Li!"

  A blue sword beam flashed like a jumping pixie. Speechless brandished the sword and slashed out as the sword beam suddenly appeared from one end of the blade into the distant rock cliff.

  "Boom!"

  The sword beam shattered, producing a diameter wide hole in the cliff surrounding the basin. It was impossible to see any end to the hole, as though the entirety of the thick stone cliff had been penetrated.

  "Three Thousand Li Sword. It was a move created by that man when he was eight years old. The speed of the sword beam allows it to instantly behead the enemy at a distance of three thousand Li."

  Speechless retracted his sword and sai
d with a sneer, "What do you think of my imitation?"

  The blond youth fell silent for a moment and suddenly reached his hand to his waist that did not have anything.

  "Interesting."

  As he said that, he gestured the motion of unsheathing a sword.

  However, in the eyes of everyone, the blond youth seemed to be making the motions of holding a sword in his right hand, but there was nothing in it. It was as though he had pulled air out and that he was holding air.

  Speechless pricked his eyebrows up slightly and said, "The sword that doesn't exist. I never expected that you could even imitate that sword."

  The blond youth did not say a word. But when he finished the gesture of pulling the sword out, his aura had a drastic change. A second earlier, he was like still water in an ancient well, but at that moment, his eyes had an undetectable glimmer that seemed to rage like a tsunami.

  The blond youth suddenly made a slashing action!

  There was no sword in his hand, but when he made the slash, a sharp sword beam sparkled brightly like a thunderbolt during a sunny day. The surging sword intent that emanated out could be felt even by the most ordinary spectators above the basin.

  The sword intent only had bloodlust to it. It was the purest of killing intents.

  And at the same time, Speechless made a slashing motion as well. His actions were identical to the blond youth!

  "Boom!"

  Two sword beams that could not be seen by the naked eye clashed in mid-air. With a deafening blast, they exploded into pieces like fireworks. The sword beams were like mirror images and none was stronger than the other.

  "Hundred-eighty Thousand Li Sword."

  A smile that could not be distinguished as mockery or self-deprecating suffused across Speechless's mouth. He said, "At the age of nine, that man had enhanced the sword move he created at the age of eight to a brand new level. The distance of the sword strike went from 3000 Li to 180,000 Li. What seems like a sixty-fold increase is actually a difficulty of six hundred or even six thousand-fold. That man used the insights he gained from creating that one move to be ranked as one of the top ten Sword Masters in the world at the age of nine. As for me, in order to learn it by the age of nine, I didn't get to sleep for an entire month. When I finally managed to master it, all I got was—'Far from the mark. That man created it himself, but all you did was imitate it. You should have learned it at the age of eight'."