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AZI: Burial of a Selfish Lunatic

Full Title, AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic, Who Walked through Reincarnation for Two-Trillion Years Volumes 1-3 Synopsis: “Who?” Holding a lone gourd in hand the young man raises it to the Heavens with a single question. “Who wishes to accompany me? To stay by my side for an eternity, and to walk through the mountains, and seas?” May container spoilers below Volume 4 Synopsis: Weapon spirits, such is the nature of every single Sinner within the Leng Bing Realm. In other words, all of them are but tools, and a tool… “A tool has no right to choose their owner, and what a tool does is decided by their owner.” “…Cruel, how very cruel the laws of this world are. Even upon death, a soul may not rest.” Volume 5 Synopsis: “Surnamed Ye, if you had a choice between being a hero or a demon lord, which would you choose? Naturally, you can also choose to be a villager A or B if you wanted to.” “What kind of question is that? Hmm.” Contemplating for a bit, Ye Chen answers— “I guess, the hero? Since he always wins in the end?” “Hero, is it?” “And you, surnamed Long?” “I think, the role of the hero—is a role that should only be played by a masochist.” “The hell? Is this entire question supposed to be a way to diss me?” “The fate of a hero is to suffer. They’re constantly being pushed left and right. …While everyone else drowns in a sea of despair, a hero must stand their ground, and step forward—to guide the deadbeats along. They must become the shining beacon of hope that others may follow—towards a future, where they may survive. Tell me then, if a hero isn’t a masochist, then what are they?” The world is a game board, those who control the game board, and the game itself… What are they? Volume 6 Synopsis: “A lunatic near death has three options. One, they can choose to pass away peacefully. Two, they can choose to spend the rest of their remaining life to find a solution that will let them live. Three, they can drag an entire world down as a part of their burial.” ……… “The longer you live for, and the more you experience, the less you care about the things around you. Maybe, I’m just someone who has reached that point?” ……… “You’re right in saying that even if this world goes up into flames, I’d still be drinking away at my leisure. Why bother to care for a world that is completely foreign to me? The people who I had cared for, they aren’t here; hence, I see very little purpose in getting myself invested into this environment.” ……… The 46th prince of the Hong Xiao Empire was born between the emperor and the 114th concubine. He was born on a moonlit night, and yet, since his eyes were blind, his majesty—the emperor decided to name him Bujian Yue. “Did you know—that the more fearful a prey is, the tastier it is? At least to me, since I enjoy chewing on my food to savor the flavor.” “…?” Enlarging its stature, the black serpent abruptly snaps its head forward, and swallows the palace maid whole. Leaving a bite mark on the ground, the black serpent begins to chew, as the sound of meat and bones being pulverized comes from its maw. And eventually, the black serpent swallows.

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AZI Volume 4 Chapter 13

"…"

With blood and sweat covering almost every inch of his body, Long Hua opens his eyes partially.

In the next instance, he grabs the two serpents that are biting onto his neck, and tears them away from himself.

"…"

Staring down at his right hand—which no longer looked human, a series of memories flashed within his mind.

Within these memories, a three-headed monster moved about from place to place, and destruction followed its every step.

The denizens of the land cried out for mercy; but any sort of noise—regardless of it being words or screams, fell upon deaf ears.

At some point, the monster raised a roar to the high heavens prior to being slain.

But even then, the monster's blood would stain the oceans red, and from the corrupted waters, scions of the three-headed monster would emerge—to haunt the lands, and devour everything in their wake.

As these memories flashed through his mind, a single streak of tears fell from Long Hua's eye. There is something about the three-headed monster's fate—that causes him to feel heartache with every beat of the organ.

(…Monster and an intellectual lifeform; what separates the two is the latter's ability to reason. I'm… Am I an intellectual lifeform, or am I more of a monster?)

Shaking his head with a sigh of fatigue, Long Hua already knew the answer.

(No, I'm… Something that wishes to become a proper intellectual lifeform that is akin to a human.)

Closing his eyes, Long Hua draws in a deep breath of air.

(I am the final clansman of my father's fallen family. At the same time, I am also a powerful individual's masterpiece. That individual… That unpleasant bastard...…)

Parting his lips, Long Hua's scalp went numb, and for an unknown period of time, his thoughts froze over completely.

Eventually—

(…He created me for the sake of creating the ultimate lifeform through evolution. And now, much like what that individual had intended, I had used his curse to evolve.)

A bitter smile appears on Long Hua's bloodied lips at this realization.

Reopening his eyes with a glow of blue radiance, Long Hua looks to the twin serpents—that are a byproduct of his curse.

Tightening his grip on the twin serpents, Long Hua pulls.

As hisses sound, an immense sensation of pain emanates from his shoulder blades.

(I've said that I would rather be the one to devour this curse than to let it do the same to me. In that case, the first step would be to pry its physical manifestation out of my body.)

As blood spews from his back, Long Hua grits his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

What he is doing at this time—is no different from attempting to forcefully pry his own bones out of his body, while still having his vital organs attached to them.

Under this painful torment, time passes—with every second feeling like an eternity.

...…

At the first light of the rising sun—

"…"

Raising his arms, Shao Tianming stretches in front of the oasis.

Much of the treasure that was previously there have been plundered, however—

"…Well?"

Walking up to Shao Tianming, Wang Yongning asks, while looking at the center of the oasis.

The headless corpse is still there, sticking out like a sore thumb.

An order has already been given to prepare a casket, and to take this corpse out of the ruins for burial later.

Lowering his arms, Shao Tianming replies—

"I'm still thinking about whether or not to risk it."

Having come to realize the same thing as Long Hua about the lack of caskets in this oasis—when the topic had been brought up, Shao Tianming had contemplated whether or not to dig deeper into the waters.

"…"

Redirecting his attention towards Long Hua's tent, Shao Tianming immediately sees Tian Cheng standing perfectly still with her eyes shut, and asks—

"…Has she been standing there all night?"

"Seems like it. With her eyes shut, it's hard to know if she's even awake or not."

"Even if she isn't awake, it takes skills to be able to stand still without collapsing all night."

"…"

The need to maintain this level of security for himself—that is exactly what makes both Shao Tianming and Wang Yongning a bit concerned regarding what Long Hua is doing behind the cover of the tent.

"If he's only just sleeping, I don't see the need for him to keep such a guard out."

"Should we ask?"

Just as Wang Yongning had raised the question, knives—attached to thin threads, drops from Tian Cheng's sleeves.

"…?"

Seeing how fast Tian Cheng was able to react, Shao Tianming is a bit astonished to see that even from this distance, she's able to hear their conversation.

"Tch. Yeah, I don't like this at all."

Turning towards the direction of Long Hua's tent, Shao Tianming takes a step forward, and just as Wang Yongning is about to do the same—

*Boom!* the tent behind Tian Cheng explodes, conjuring a billowing cloud of dust—that blasts outwards.

"The hell? Did a bomb go off?"

Alarmed by the sound, every single person, who had been asleep snaps to attention, and turns their head in the same direction.