Dust of History: I am not dust (Part 1)

There are so many living beings in the world. If you don't have enough strength to stand at the top of the world, or at least the top, then you are small, humble, and not worth mentioning.

No matter what beautiful feelings, great dreams, and meaning of life, no matter how great or how valuable it is, it is meaningless in comparison with beings stronger than you and higher than you. Just like the countless insects eaten by birds and the countless poultry eaten by humans every day, they are like a speck of dust in this world, which can be ignored. Needless to say, no one will remember you in the future, you will not occupy a place in people's memory, feelings, life goals, even if you are still alive, you will be overwhelmed by countless similar people, waiting to be silently swallowed by a force stronger than you, and then The world goes on and on and it's not any different with you or without you.

Rod Hart can't remember exactly where and when this belief originated. Maybe it was after he came to the imperial capital and followed the Duke of Mrak, maybe it was after the incident happened in his hometown, or maybe it was Earlier, it may be an innate instinct that has been lurking in the depths of his soul since he was a child. His dream of becoming a hero and upholding justice may also come from this instinct. As time went on and more and more things were experienced, this belief became stronger, until he merged all his feelings and souls into it.

It's not that he has never experienced friendship and love. In fact, he has struggled many times, and he almost gave up this ideal several times. Occasionally, I think about it quietly, at his age, the status and future he already possessed have already been dreamed of by countless people, but these thoughts are just fleeting, and in the end it was the power of that belief that made him give up everything else.

But this world will not change for your wish just because of how strong your desire is and how persistent your belief is. He failed. Although he was unwilling and unwilling to give up, even if he lost his love, friendship and future, he bet his life to make the last struggle and effort, when he finally met the necromancer in the Shadow Spinning Mountains. In a trance, he seemed to see that the door that had been in his dream had finally opened a gap for his hard work and his belief.

But in the end, the result waiting for him turned out to be someone else's experimental material. Rubbish. Objects, dust, not even a bug. This is the fact before his eyes. He wanted to be crazy, but he couldn't be crazy. He wanted to die, but he didn't know if he was still alive.

When the archangel's beheading giant sword split his body in two, the rushing white magic not only dispelled the necromana in his body. Even the seal made by Shante in his brain was washed away. Shante gave him to Asa without erasing his memory and thinking in time, because the seal of necromancy was complicated and subtle, and no one except Shante himself could untie it, but the seal contained in the Archangel Sword Magic is the result of hundreds of years of condensed thought power in the entire Glory Castle, and it has already surpassed the scope of human power. So he just woke up.

Wake up, but there is no power in his body anymore, so he can only lie there quietly like a pile of garbage. A few pastors came to check it out, turned it over like a pile of pork, and commented on it. Finally, it was moved here. Listening to Inham and Stephen discussing how to use him as a material.

That's all he listened to. Can't even roll their eyes. However, he was not too excited. No matter who he was, under such long-term mental torture that he could neither run away from madness nor die madly, his mind would be extremely numb if not extremely tenacious.

If you give me another chance, if you give me another chance. If you give me another chance, give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if you give me another chance, if one chance, one if I... For dozens of days, all his intermittent thoughts consisted of repeating this sentence , although he knew that such an opportunity was really impossible, but he had nothing but repeated repetitions. Even he himself seemed to be just a monster constructed from this vain idea.

But just like when the archangel appeared that day, when the incomparably magnificent white magic was once again rippling in the air. Suddenly he felt himself able to move. The ubiquitous power of Purdue sentient beings pervading Glory Castle also filled his body. Although it was completely different in nature from necromancer magic, this magnificent and pure magic energy could still make him move his body a little bit.

Just a little bit, this body is made with necromantic magic after all, at best it can only be a small movement like raising a hand. But this was enough, because at this moment, he heard the necromancer talking to himself.

Whether it was the voice full of dreams when listening to the old people telling the legends of heroes when they were young, the words Asa said when he found him in the Bracada Hotel, the imperial capital of Einfast was full of power when he accepted the appointment of the Duke The voice of the empress, and the groaning of the queen under his body... All the beautiful voices he has heard in his life are not as beautiful as the murmur of the skinny necromancer, which touches the heart and touches the soul.

"There is a way." Rod Hart poked his finger into his throat with all the strength he could use, tore off a piece of meat and said across the throat. Although the strength is very small, he can control every muscle and every inch of the body more precisely than an insect's movements. The ligaments are not too complicated organs, and it is not difficult to make one in terms of his control over his own body. not difficult.

"Who?" Stephen jumped up as if he had been stabbed when he heard the voice.

"It's me." Rod Hart replied in a very awkward voice.

"You?" Stephen frowned and looked at the half of the 'person' on the ground. After a closer look, he understood what was going on. "Sante actually turned you into a ghost knight without cleaning your head...Purdue sentient beings can actually make you move, you are lucky..." His eyes narrowed slightly, this is obviously a person who knows too much A person with many things, but it seems that he is also a person who may be useful. "What did you just say?"

"I said, I have a solution." Rhodes said in his improvised and extremely weird voice. "I have a way to make him your loyal subordinate..."

"What can you do?"

Stephen is very interested in this half-dead knight who still has his own thoughts. Although the Purdue of sentient beings has already begun, he doesn't mind waiting a little longer. "But I don't have much time, I'll give you a minute."

"It's actually very simple, just let me be him. Not let me be his parts, but give me his parts, give me that face. I'll just be your subordinate."

"Fifty seconds left." Stephen said lightly.

"You can say that during the operation, you suddenly discovered a method that can heal the damage to his voice. So you started to treat it directly. This magic of purifying sentient beings is not often seen, as long as you find a suitable reason, It can be said that you hurt the memory part during the treatment, as long as I am careful, he will never find out. Moreover, neither I nor this other ghost knight have vocal cords, and neither can speak, so the chance of showing flaws is even smaller."

Stephen rolled his eyes slightly and nodded. He had to admit that it was interesting. It's just that although the danger is small, it's not without it. "Thirty seconds."

"You can put a magic spell in my head, so you can rest assured that I will not betray you."

Stephen's eyes were not only bright, but also narrowed slightly, with a hint of a smile inside. He looked carefully at Rod Hart's scarred face. It looked like a patchwork face. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Ten seconds."

Rodhet paused, and continued in a deep voice: "You should be able to see what kind of person Inham is. This person is too dangerous. If there is someone he is completely unguarded against People are lurking around. If you have complete control over all the movements of this person, maybe you can use this to control him, isn't it worth your gamble?"

This time Stephen finally didn't count down anymore, but just said: "Needless to say those powerful relationships, I know better than you. But do I know what I'm worried about?"

"Don't know."

"I'm worried about you." Stephen sneered. "People who can be used by Shante to issue fear knights. They are monsters with a firm mind and vicious nature, and they are far beyond ordinary people. And such a monster can have a mind like yours, and it will be dismantled as parts soon You can still persuade me so calmly when you are young, the depth of your heart and the calmness of your mind are not inferior to Yinhama."

"I just don't want to die. No matter who is treated as a garbage dump for so many days, all feelings are numb." Rod Hart replied lightly. He didn't show the demeanor and tone of flattery and begging for mercy. Those who can be moved by these are idiots, and only idiots think that begging for mercy can be useful. That will only make people despise and even look down upon. He has already said everything he can say, and the rest is for the other party to judge, and from now on, the necromancer should have already judged what to do.

"But a lunatic who can be grasped is not much better than a lunatic who can be grasped. At least I know what you want." Stephen put Rod Hart's forehead on his hand. "You are successful, I plan to cooperate with you."

"You won't regret it." A cracked smile finally appeared on Rod Hart's patched face. Even with his determination and the city government, he still has uncontrollable excitement. He is very clear that even as the necromancer's servant and subordinate, everything he can get in the future will definitely be more than what he had before. He felt very clearly what was hidden in the old man's heart.

Moreover, the identity of this 'servant' and 'subordinate' is only temporary, Rod Hart firmly believes in this point.

"As you wish, I will plant a magic seal in your head. This is a trick I learned from the Far East. Even if Magnus and Sandro join forces, it is impossible to remove it. As long as I Just one thought can wipe out your consciousness in an instant, turning you into a living undead. As for Inham, I don’t need to teach you, you should know better how to deal with him. When you have fully integrated into him I'll tell you what to do when you take on the role of son."

Stephen's hand scratched the skin on Rod Hart's forehead, and like a most skilled old craftsman, he accurately found a gap in his skull, and the skull flipped open as soon as his nails were picked. Feeling the necromancer's fingers moving in his brain cavity, this touch was no less refreshing to Rod Hart than the first time he touched a girl's nipples.

Everything went smoothly. Stephen swapped his scarred face for Javi's, and carefully swapped the features of the skull entirely, and the rest of the transformation was easy. When he finally lay on the bed with Javi's face, the real Javi had already changed into his appearance, and together with the dismantled Xilica, he became a pile of **** in the corner.

After the magic of Purdue sentient beings dissipated ~IndoMTL.com~ all his powers were also lost, but the turbulent waves in his heart only became bigger and stronger.

"Don't worry. Your cheap dad will find a way to find enough mana for you to move. Your internal organs still belong to the dead knight. You can replenish mana by eating human flesh in the future. It's a lot of fun being human, but it's a lot better than being a piece of crap, isn't it?"

More than that. As long as one can reach the highest peak, does it matter if one is human?

Although Rod Hart couldn't move or even change his eyes, he didn't mind. He knew that his life had started again, and he had such a body and such a father. Of course, the next most important thing is how to deal with this old man and the seal he set. He has plenty of time and energy.

It's just that he never expected that this problem would be solved in such a short time. Listening to Stephen's final roar, fortunately he couldn't move at that time, and he didn't even have the strength to change his expression, otherwise he might have laughed out loud with joy.

Pretending to be a Javi with amnesia is not too difficult for Rod Hart now, but he doesn't need to pretend now.