The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

Chapter 115 Who am I?

"Yes, he'll be found out soon if he gets any older. Even the money he earned in previous years will have to be returned. We can't delay any longer, but I can't talk to him about it. I'm afraid of exposing him."

"Oh, it's alright, don't worry. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. At our age, we should just let it go. We, the imperfect ones, can't compare to the perfect ones."

As Li Can listened to the old men talking, there was a subtle undercurrent of self-deprecation in their words.

It seems that only slow aging and longevity are considered good in their eyes.

This was only because the little monster wanted to steal some food, which is why they heard what it said.

If the elderly people were talking a little further away, others might not be able to hear them clearly, but Li Can could hear them all.

Even the children left behind at home, when they play, don't seem very energetic when they talk.

In short, it's a stagnant pool.

Not only are they technologically backward, but their morale is also unexpectedly uniformly low. If this continues, what kind of wonderful life can these "defective products" possibly lead?

Are we to spend our whole lives subservient to others, licking the boots of "perfect people," and respectfully addressing them as "sir" from behind?

The little monster was also listening to what they were saying, its hand holding the broken porcelain bowl trembling.

They spent half a day trying to steal food from the steaming pot without success.

He was so small that even with his feet covered in blisters and cuts, he couldn't eat properly.

He then moved a large rock from the surrounding area, stepped on it, and stuck his head into the pot.

The four of them watched as the little monster frantically stole food, their hearts pounding with fear.

"However, my son is alright. He drives a carriage for important people. His work isn't too hard. He just needs to be careful because there are always people on the road who try to stage an accident for him."

The little monster successfully stole a full bowl of porridge and was about to sneak off to a corner to eat it when he heard what they said.

He froze for a moment, tripped over his own feet, lost his balance, and fell with a "thud," porridge and vegetable leaves all over him.

[Damn it, why does something always have to happen at times like this?] If Li Can could move his hands right now, he would want to physically close his eyes with his hands.

I can't even bear to watch it; Xiaoguai's actions are so ridiculous they're almost comical.

At the same time, I feel very sorry for him. How did his life turn out like this?

Unfortunately, she had just been run over by Huang Xiaoqi's driver and finally realized that she did not belong to the world of "perfect people" and should not run to the land of "defective people" to survive.

And because of a single sentence, he became distracted and exposed himself.

[I really hope he can eat something, it's too hard, Lord...] Shen Yuan has now forgotten the pain in his feet and is just staring blankly at the food scattered on the straw in front of the little monster.

They didn't care whether the food was dirty or not, nor did they care whether they would be beaten if they were discovered.

The little monster was extremely hungry.

He simply squatted down on the ground, letting loose, and licked the thin porridge that was mixed with thick dirt, dust, and bits of food.

Li Can felt a series of turbulent swells in his throat. Every time he swallowed, he was fighting against his body. Finally, he suppressed the urge to vomit and swallowed everything.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll work for you after I finish eating to pay you back, please don't hit me!" The little monster said to the old people behind him who got up and rushed over after hearing the noise, wolfing down his food.

However, the old people did not punch, kick, or mock him as he had imagined.

"You, you're such a perfect person, how did you end up here, and in such a terrible state? Where are your family members?"

Little Monster had already accepted his identity, but now he's being called Confused.

"No, no, I'm defective."

He didn't know how to prove himself, so he could only repeat himself over and over, even showing them the blood bruises on his chest from being trampled by horses' hooves.

The wounds there won't heal as quickly as those of a "perfect person"; instead, they've already begun to fester.

"But how can you bear the unique mark of a perfect human, child? What kind of monster are you? Why are you neither like us nor like them?"

The old man's words were amplified infinitely in the little monster's ears, like a giant bell in a dream being repeatedly struck against a stone mountain.

A rumbling noise and echoing sounds kept drilling in and out of the little monster's head.

The four people hiding inside his body were also greatly disturbed.

Li Can tried her best to block out all the feelings from the outside world.

But it still couldn't withstand the overwhelming onslaught.

The recollections of the past shown in the "Mirror of Past Lives" felt to him like a dream.

An oil painting with a strong sense of haziness, containing landscapes, figures, and little monsters, reflecting the mood, feelings, and thoughts at the time.

Li Can heard the little monster, who was only five or six years old, asking himself a question:

"Who am I? Am I really a monster?"

Children jogged back and forth in the distance, picked up his question, and ran around him in circles with simple toys in their hands.

The elderly people also got up from their thatched huts and came over, wrapping the little monster up like the children.

Whether male or female, old or young, even the cats, dogs, pigs, chickens, ducks, and geese at the edge of the village seemed to be expressing their dissatisfaction with the little monster.

"Monsters, get out of our world!"

Then, all the images and sounds that had been generated in the [Mirror of Past Lives] suddenly disappeared.

The surroundings then returned to the scene where the four of them had just been sucked in.

Amidst a golden light, the little monster stood motionless in the chaos like a wooden puppet.

[Phew... The first wave of past memories is over, everyone. You can all take a breather now.] Li Can, regaining his composure, recounted the process to everyone based on what he knew.

"Are you alright?" he asked Li Lan, who was curled up to his right.

Since entering the instance, they have maintained the state of strangers who have just met, and the brother and sister have played their roles quite well.

But after so long, Li Can herself was already struggling to bear the pressure from Xiao Guai's memories.

He was genuinely worried about his sister.

"I'm fine, everyone else is okay?" Li Lan's reply remained polite.

Li Can couldn't sense the tone in her words, nor could he perceive the specific situation of the woman on the other side of him; he only knew that she was there.

[My profile picture is about to crack from all the noise. That last part, with its endless loop of questions and repetitive questions, was really driving me crazy. But getting out of there for a while will help a lot.] Shen Yuan described her state in great detail.

This was also the image of herself that Li Can had hoped Li Lan would portray, but unfortunately, she wasn't as talkative as Li Lan.

Yang Mo remained indifferent, seemingly ignoring him. "During this screening, did you notice any key clues? Let's quickly review it. I suspect the next flashback will continue soon. Xing Dazhuang, do you know about this?"

Li Can focused on the event itself.

Yes, we probably have about seven minutes to catch our breath. As for clues... the mark of the perfect man? Do you remember it?