What the hell am I?

They said I was a monster hunter, but the mystery man said I wasn't. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Today, at this very moment, I did find that I had another kind of power, which was completely different from the power that erupted on that night of the blood moon. The only thing that is the same is that none of these forces are within my own comprehension and control, as if they were directly engraved in my body.

Perhaps sensing my turmoil, the mystery man was quick to respond to my questions.

"Shining, say you're not a demon hunter because you're not just a demon hunter. You are a mergeman. ”

"What...... Is it a merger? "It's a whole new term I've heard.

"The power you just used doesn't belong to the Monster Hunter, but to the Monster Eater. It won't be long before you discover that you have other powers, such as hunting demon gods. The strengths and weaknesses of demons, monsters, and demon gods are all different, so they are actually dealt with in different ways. The humans who can compete with them are divided into three branches: demon hunters, demon hunters, and monster eaters, and the extremely rare humans who have three abilities at the same time are called fusionists. There can only be one merging person in the same era. ”

I was dizzy and thought it was unbelievable. What I can understand is that I seem to have many kinds of superpowers, and it seems that I have been chosen by God to be the most special of the special people.

The notion that there can only be one character in the same era scares me.

How could such a character be me? Such power should be given to a person who is more powerful in the spiritual world. I'm neither strong nor have the idea of getting ahead, and a character like me wouldn't be a hero no matter how you look at it.

"Shining, every human being born into the world has its own mission. Even if you have different talents, they don't necessarily exist to save the world. After all, it is up to you to decide which path you want to choose. The mysterious man said to me as if he had seen through what was in my mind.

I have been searching for the meaning of being born into this world, and I have always wanted to truly find it so that I can live with determination. But in the past few months, too much has happened that has made the situation even more chaotic.

Just when my heart was confused and complicated, a voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Kid, why are you squatting here?"

I was startled, and hurriedly looked back, only to find the old man who had just sat listlessly in the room, standing behind me with a serene expression, staring at me.

It seems that he really didn't know anything about what had just happened in the house, and he didn't even remember me entering his room now.

After getting rid of the monsters and injecting new energy into their bodies, they recovered so quickly. I looked at the old man in front of me and saw that his face was ruddy, and he was like the old man who had been shaped like a tree before.

Obviously, he had no idea what was going on, and he didn't even remember the mental confusion and confusion that had been going on for a long time. I saw him take two deep breaths, as if to exhale the turbid breath that had been sitting in his chest for a long time.

He didn't remember anything I had ever spent in the room, but there was a natural kindness in the way he looked at me. Perhaps it was this inexplicable familiarity that confused him himself, so he showed a puzzled look, probably guessing when we had met.

"It's a pity that this tree is said to have lived for hundreds of years, but it still didn't survive the earthquake a few days ago." The old man finally took two steps forward, gently stroked the trunk with his palm, and sighed.

I felt a little gloomy in my heart. In the memory of mankind, there are no silent sacrifices, in their eyes, this is just a tree, and it died from a natural disaster that happened half a month ago. But for the monsters who silently guard them, they don't need to be remembered, as long as they are safe, it is the best destination.

"It's okay," I said, "not dead yet, you see." ”

I pointed to the roots of the tree. There, a small, green sprout grows.

My body told me that I could use this to preserve a remnant of life for them.

The huge maple tree was dead, but when I poured the life energy extracted from the psychic ribbon into the roots of the tree, I kept a small seedling for it. It will grow again, grow very quickly, and, far into the future, revert to a life form higher than ordinary beings. He may still be a monster, or he may have evolved into a demon, but they can retain some memories of this moment, so it means that their lives are not over.

Moreover, because they retain such warm memories, they will definitely belong to the light in the future. Due to the death of the big tree, this place is no longer coveted by the great demon, so it can grow peacefully.

However, their growth and recovery will be a long time before that. This "very long" is relative to the lifespan of our human beings, at least, I will not see it, not even my grandchildren and great-grandchildren. But this is not a very long time for them, just like for Liqing, probably the years from my birth to death are just a flick of my fingers.

"Child, whether you're hungry or not, I'm going to cook. Recently, there has been very little food, and I still have it here, so you can come in and eat a little. The old man suddenly said with a pleasant face.

His smile was so calm that it looked like an ordinary day in all ordinary times, and there was no sign of what had happened before, nor of the anxiety and anxiety caused by his granddaughter's illness.

"Is my little sister okay?" I tried to ask.

"Oh, so you know that child, she's very good, she just misses her parents, and she always cries. No, I cried before, and now I'm asleep. ”

It turned out that even the little girl's illness and dying life had been erased from her memory.

"Come in, kid." The old man turned and walked into the house and beckoned to me.

I answered, stood up, followed the old man, and returned to the room.

The little girl on the bed, still covered with a small quilt, lay quietly on the bed. But at this moment, her white little face was already a little more rosy, her eyes were closed, and she was breathing evenly, obviously falling into a deep sleep.

The haggard and extremely weak look that I had before was completely gone.

The old man brought out a bamboo dustpan from the inside, which contained various ingredients. I took a closer look, and there were glutinous rice, peas, eggs, and fresh bamboo shoots inside.

"It's about to start summer, and it's really lucky to have these. The neighbors are all nice people! The old man said with a smile.