Chapter 46: Can You Bear the Weight of Another

Esdes clearly felt that in that instant, it wasn’t herself growing weaker, but Jia Ji’s physical capabilities having skyrocketed beyond comprehension to a level capable of overpowering her.

After that exchange, neither of them moved again.

Because there was no need, and no meaning—emotion and thought had already fully collided and communicated in that punch.

Others in this world didn’t understand, or took it for granted; they had no such concept, but Jia Ji was different—he had always known this world was a vast cesspool.

And yet he refused to endure this cesspool, refusing to wallow in it.

Clearly, this world was sick—just like the chaotic end of the Han Dynasty that gave birth to Beidou Shenquan—it must be cured with blades and war.

To think one could change the world alone was indeed delusional.

But,

What exactly is Beidou Shenquan?

In plain terms, it is a fist that stops killing with killing, a fist that protects the world by protecting the Heavenly Emperor.

Then damn it, that’s the least authentic martial art there is!

Any truth that displeased him, he wanted to answer with “I’ll fucking smash you with Beidou Shenquan!”—he couldn’t help but think, “I’ve trained this martial art—do I still have to bow to reality? Then wasn’t all my training wasted?”

Perhaps, like the founder of Beidou who cultivated in the chaos of a dying dynasty, Jia Ji, who called himself an “evil role,” had also been influenced, and unconsciously wanted to do something.

That “Jia Qi” who lived in an age of peace suddenly realized, as he swung his fists with all his strength, that his former weak self might already be dead.

Because no matter what, he was a man who cultivated this martial art, and this martial art had changed him utterly.

How could a man’s mindset remain unchanged as his strength grew?

There was no “Heavenly Tyrant” Rao, no “Silver Saint” Tuoqi, no “Savior” Ken Shi Lang—the only one bearing the name Beidou was Jia Ji alone.

In his world, there was a legend—“Where Beidou appears, chaos follows.”

In truth, the disciples of Beidou merely sealed their sect during times of peace; only in chaos did they choose to walk the world.

And every Beidou martial artist, burdened by a fate ordained by heaven, was a supreme fool, willingly offering their life and soul to some chosen person or cause, no matter how absurd.

“This is clearly an illness!”

Not just an illness—it was a poison leading to death, a terrifying memetic force.

Now it seemed this illness had infected him, the most “base” Jia Ji, without his awareness, making him use his fists to take on self-inflicted suffering and unnecessary trouble.

Only when he realized this did he understand he had, based on memories from his past life, unconsciously chosen the utterly unknown Esdes to become the world’s enlightened sovereign, hoping to make this girl—who had originally just come for amusement—undertake the task of saving the world.

It was his fault, like being possessed by a demon—he shouldn’t have forced her to share his goals and resolve, nor failed to grant her the respect she deserved.

Because Esdes was not an NPC to be summoned and dismissed at will—she was a living, thinking, willing human being.

Such behavior… was arrogance.

Upon realizing this, Jia Ji took a deep breath, his emotions gradually calming, then he apologized sincerely: “I have no right to dictate your life, nor the ability to carry another’s life…”

“But I believe only you can truly change the world.”

He stared intently into Esdes’s eyes, his expression as unyielding as iron, his conviction striking her mind like a direct blow: “Only you can do it.”

This was his inner thought—he believed that if anyone could, it was Esdes, that she should be able to, and he trusted his judgment, trusted his eyes had not deceived him.

If it were the Queen Esdes of four years from now, she could not—only this girl Esdes now could.

He even wondered if his choice to come to this world of Zhan Chi had been driven by some “Beidou fate.”

But… “I don’t care!”

No matter what, this was his own choice.

Because right now, many people he wished to save had, with his arrival, veered away from their original tragic fates.

Chelsea, Heitong, Chitong, and even Esdes…

Stories of crossing worlds to save others are clichéd and tired, but he couldn’t help loving them—he wanted a perfect ending.

And Esdes?

Though battle-hardened and astonishingly strong, stripped of all else, she was still a teenage girl, with her own worries—like now.

If Jia Ji had chosen to keep fighting, refusing to yield, that would have been perfect—she was confident she could reverse her initial disadvantage and win in the end.

But instead, he simply surrendered, sincerely apologized, and stared at her with that look, radiating an unspoken “Only you can do this.”

Esdes’s lips moved slightly, but she gave no answer.

It was the first time she had felt this—strange, peculiar, awkward, she couldn’t name it, and it troubled her.

Jia Ji’s gaze still weighed heavily upon her, burning as he stared, yet Esdes no longer found it unbearable.

He was waiting for an answer.

She was thinking of one.

…………

In the end, the girl left alone, heading toward the nation’s heart—the capital, where countless had been devoured.

“Hey, keep in touch!”

Behind her, Jia Ji, back to his usual self, grinned as he chased after her, as if the previous scene had been an illusion, their clash nothing more than play.

His words met no reply—only a knowing smile from the girl, her icy expression melting away.

“What a strange guy.”

She murmured to herself.

As she said, Jia Ji was indeed hard to read—often leaving others confused about his thoughts, so she didn’t understand the meaning behind his actions, even when he spoke of the future—it only sounded absurd.

She couldn’t tell when he was joking and when he was serious, but this time she could feel—this spiky-haired guy meant every word.

His words carried a power that moved the heart, as if laying bare his entire inner self, making it easy to believe him.

Not just strange—unbelievable.

She had never met anyone like him.

Can’t help slipping back into old habits (

Stories of crossing worlds to save others are clichéd and tired, but I just love them—I want everyone to have a perfect ending.

I’m just going to admit it—I’m a serious literature newcomer.

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(End of Chapter)