Chapter 1913: Chapter 1907: Cheap Warrior

Tu Qishisan is a warrior, a delicate name partly because she is the seventy-third child of her generation in her family, and also because she is the third to inherit the heroic name from her ancestors.

Don’t get it wrong, it’s not that her ancestors were heroes, but the first two to adopt the heroic name have already died, so she got the title of the third generation.

A cheap Rabbit-man, with an even cheaper life, not even bothering to come up with a meaningful name.

“I want a pleasant name… or maybe, the day I truly become a hero, I’ll get one. With a legendary story of my own, no one will call me seventy-plus-three anymore.”

“Seventy-three” was a bit troubled, yet as a hero, she was qualified, even outstanding.

The reason was simple, she was a true descendant of heroes, and indeed, the “Warrior’s Sword” contained the power from her ancestors.

If someone like Lu Ping’an were to touch the Warrior’s Sword, they would immediately realize that it was actually a special “tuning fork,” similar yet different from the phonetic catalysts encountered before….

“Why can’t I receive a response from my ancestors anymore.”

Touching the Holy Sword, Tu Qishisan was a bit bewildered. When she first connected with the Holy Sword, the knowledge and power she received from her ancestors made her grow at an astonishing rate.

Based on Lu Ping’an’s faction’s research, the Warrior’s Sword was essentially a “resonance tuning fork,” a reflection of unknown rules of this world.

The principle is quite simple, one side vibrates, and the other side resonates simultaneously, linking this way for cross-plane communication, one of the world’s most confidential techniques… Many seemingly straightforward principles in this world actually embody the world rules’ privilege, only mastered by native inhabitants.

Such similar “resonant artifacts” come as pendants or stone statues, allowing the Upper Realm and Lower Realm to interfere with the Mortal World at the first opportunity.

Through the Warrior’s Sword, Tu Qishisan continually received guidance from the “Ancestor Heroic Spirit,” naturally strengthening in all aspects, akin to having a master always by your side.

She vanquished evil dragons, faced off against the Magic King, gaining some fame before becoming known as “Plus Three” and even more so after receiving the nomenclature of a legendary hero.

However, her relatives “Plus One” and “Plus Two” died in succession within a few weeks, prompting the lord to take her in as the direct bloodline of a legendary hero.

But even after inheriting a new Warrior’s Sword, she still couldn’t hear the voice of her ancestors.

Even after receiving the overlord’s commission to defeat this world’s “unknown Magic King,” she remained bewildered.

In the past, she was used to being guided, given simple tasks like “go there and slay a few.”

She searched everywhere, encountered beast tides and insect swarms, surviving perhaps truly due to her rabbit lineage’s speediness.

Witnessing scenes of despair and the desperate situation during city-destroying incidents, Tu Qishisan returned to her place of origin.

“…The true Doomsday has arrived, we can’t hold it off….”

Being a Professional Warrior, Tu Qishisan’s decision wasn’t wrong.

And then, she ended up imprisoned.

“Me, a cultist?”

Arrested, judged, and sentenced in one go, deprived of two Warrior’s Swords, she bewilderedly stayed in a narrow and stinking prison cell.

Her resume, her experience wasn’t enough to understand why, despite speaking the truth, she became a condemned criminal.

But in the week amidst this dire situation, she came into contact with many.

The “cultists” and “traitors” usually detained together…. With a bit of communication, they sensed something amiss.

“It seems that the Doomsday is real, the cultists’ words are true, and the lord is lying….”

Determining the facts doesn’t require particularly profound knowledge.

These “sources of information,” instead, completed information exchanges within the prison, realizing the dire state as many cities were destroyed, while their side indulged in revelry.

If things continue, anyone with a bit of common sense knows the situation is dire.

“Doesn’t the lord know? Has he been sidelined or deceived by traitorous ministers’ slanders… No, that’s impossible.”

Being a senior warrior, Tu Qishisan’s extensive experience made her think more.

While others still remained naive and unbelieving, she sensed something was off, that higher-ups deliberately sealed the news, even resorted to killing to silence.

“If this continues, everyone will die…..”

Facing the approaching Doomsday, sticking one’s head in the sand is meaningless; what must come will eventually arrive.

“I must do something!”

Yet even when realizing something was wrong and planning to act, she was utterly bewildered.

As a senior warrior, her strength wasn’t low, but she didn’t know what to do.

Kill the obstructors? Kill the lord? She became increasingly confused, knowing at least that if the city descended into chaos, everyone would die even faster.

“A ‘warrior’ is merely an efficient tool, users seldom worry about their rebellion, as they are often simple-minded and naïve, exceptionally easy to buy over and use.

Those legendary epics have no record of any warrior rebelling or slaughtering a lord; subordinating the superior has never been part of their logical framework.

An option-dependent tool man, how could it ever step out of its predefined path.

Those rare ones who managed to escape….. they are also restrained and purged by the Upper Realm.

Thus, Seventy-three fell into anxiety; she wanted to do something, yet was entirely clueless on how to proceed. Even though the shabby cage’s wall could be shattered with just a push, she didn’t dare to touch it at all.

“Even when livestock are brought to slaughter, they remain livestock, at most, they pitifully gaze at butchers, not daring to flee….”

An unexpected voice echoed in the warrior’s isolated cell, a man’s voice with a foreign accent.

“Since they accuse you of being cultists and plan to hang you… why not simply become cultists? I am Lu Ping’an, an ordinary Savior.”

The same occurrences transpired in countless regions.

In Lu Ping’an’s courtyard, numerous mid-level and high-level cadres have already teamed up and set off, their “Fallen” warriors are enough to directly form an army.

Then, the same procedure would be executed.

If the warrior is just a tool man not knowing how to act? Fine, just incite their target and then guide their actions.

“What a fine tool man, grateful for your work.” Lu, completely laissez-faire and always coming over to work overtime, continued smiling without a care in the world.

“Trust me, I’ll guide you to a new path, a possibility where everyone can survive… First, eliminate the lord that’s blocking the way.”