My doppelganger drama

Chapter 521 What is engraved on the nameplate...

What a wonderful feeling. After the Noisy Monster finished talking to the old man, he patted the dust on his body and turned towards the struggling Tool King.

The Tool King was still shouting, and even though his body's senses were being guided to form a heavy pressure, he still seemed to be persisting in resisting the weight on his body.

However, the way he struggled looked quite helpless and pitiful.

The flesh-and-blood armor had lost its original rules and began to become chaotic due to random growth.

The shadow before his eyes grew taller and taller.

He has gradually moved away from the weight of memory and tried to stand up again.

But enough of the excitement.

Hey, someone come and take care of him. The noisy monster couldn't find a place to start when faced with the bloody lump in front of him, so in the end he could only call others.

I'll do it. At this moment, a long-lost hoarse voice sounded in his mind.

In the shadow behind the Noisy Monster, a thin black figure rose up. He was wearing a black and red robe and a white mask. He was his old friend Wu Yiwang.

It seems that you gained quite a lot by going back to the boundary line. Noisy Monster said with a twitch in the corner of his eye when he saw the other party's somewhat coquettish appearance.

Haha, I just relied on the Nightmare Heart to deepen my understanding of dreams. Anyway, leave it to me.

Hearing this, the noisy monster stepped aside as if watching a good show.

King Wuyi clapped his hands, and countless dark, insect-like shadow objects suddenly flew up from the surrounding shadows. The creepy sound of flapping wings sounded densely, and then enveloped the Tool King's body.

What are you... The noisy monster felt some kind of influence and was very surprised.

The Nightmare Carnival is closely related to me, but its essence comes from all Wanyi. I am now trying to cut out some of it to form a simple 'field'.

Huh? Brother Duomu came forward, why did he have a domain again?

It's just a descending branch of the Nightmare Carnival. Let me call it the 'Nightmare Corner.' The tone was very modest, but in fact, he had even thought of the name of the field.

Brother Duomu:......

Anyway, eat a lemon first.

Are you going to devour him with nightmares?

The spirit is the foundation of disaster, but because the violent ether reacts on the spirit, all kinds of 'gentle' techniques aimed at the spirit will be ineffective, but nightmares are not that gentle. The spirit of this Tool King has been suppressed for many years. , he was overwhelmed a long time ago, and finally let our dream consciousness overwhelm him, and the outcome is obvious. King Wuyi said lightly.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Suddenly, Noisy Monster felt the influence coming towards him.

Knowing King Wu Yi's thoughts, he did not resist and allowed himself to be swallowed up by the nightmare.

He was dragged into a dream,

The dreams created by Wan Yi are always so gloomy, and there seems to be nothing else around except the sound of crawling insects.

In the dream, he saw a skinny young man.

Only the skinny body lay on the ground, sobbing, and then wailing.

And in the darkness behind him, images flashed vaguely.

These pictures are dilapidated and difficult to connect.

Because the current Tool King can only dig out this little thing even if the nightmare digs deep in his mind.

As the Noisy Monster had judged before, the Tool King was only a teenager when he first came to this world.

He is about the same age as Xu Shen, no, even younger than Xu Shen.

When he came to the Golden Circle at this age, he was found to be a troublemaker, and then suffered the same treatment as Wan Yi.

If you formally deprive yourself of your rights as a human being, you will end up being either a consumable material or worse than an animal.

This young man was an ordinary self-adapted troublemaker who was not selected by the research institute and was eventually picked up by the gang.

After that, there were sporadic experiences of struggling in the gang.

He was frightened. In the dream scene, he didn't have the cold and machine-like posture he had when he was the Machine King. He was just a poor man who spent countless efforts just to get a bite of food.

In a gang fight, he was seriously injured and was dying. Even his one-stage regeneration ability seemed unable to save him.

Then he was taken to the underground transformation arena by the waste recycling company and underwent the initial transformation surgery.

Among countless unlucky people, there is always one lucky person who stands out.

Fortunately for him, he became the unlucky guy who adapted perfectly to the transformation, and then embarked on a new stage of life, being driven around the arena like a monkey.

He knew that every time he lost a game, he might be in danger of being scrapped, so he worked harder than ever.

Even though he knew he was so humble, he still wanted to live.

Then, his ruthlessness was valued by the boss above the gangster behind him.

Under that person's attention, every time he wins, he can eat hot meals, get more transformations, become stronger, and then live better. This seems to be a virtuous circle.

As long as he thinks about the bread or even some minced meat waiting for him after every victory, he can smile no matter what kind of torture his body is subjected to.

He has completely accepted his identity, from a child who should have been normal, learning knowledge to understand the world, to a humble and scarred fighting beast.

He gradually became known as the King of Tools, and even changed that name to the official name in the arena due to the boss's preference, and reached the top of Group A.

Thinking about the treatment he would receive if he could be promoted to the S group, he couldn't help but have a light in his eyes.

However, his first attempt failed.

The transformation was far from enough. He was defeated by the strong men of Group S, trampled and humiliated, and turned into scrap metal.

He originally thought it was over.

However, the record he brought before made the rich man not very willing to admit defeat, mainly because he felt sorry for the sunk cost, even though the cost was not actually that high.

So the wealthy boss contacted a research institution.

That was the last transformation that the Tool King remembered.

After the device is surgically implanted in the brain.

All his distracting thoughts disappeared.

Eating, sleeping, and beautiful expectations all disappeared and turned into cold machines.

With the new equipment, he truly deserves his title.

The real Tool King was born.

In the second Group S promotion challenge, he still fell at a disadvantage due to his fierce firepower. Finally, relying on the stimulation of the check and balance device in his brain, he entered the second stage. The surge of ether energy drove the armor and won that game of his life. a crucial battle.

But he doesn't look forward to it anymore.

Got it after the game.

It is a nutritional supplement that replenishes basic energy.

seem……

Is it more nutritious than bread and minced meat?

Ah……

…

The Noisy Monster came before him and changed from its original image of a tall monster back to its unruly human form.

The Tool King was lying in a pile of dark insects, his thin body shivering, and the noisy monster was barely reflected in his cloudy eyes.

I'm not...I'm not...eating...nutrients...meat...bread...I...

The intermittent words symbolized his last obsession, the last residue eaten away by the nightmare.

The noisy monster's sinister eyes seemed to be even more unhappy. He put one hand on his waist and scratched his head.

He looked back at King Wuyi.

King Wu Yi spread his hands towards him.

The noisy monster turned around helplessly, possessed it slightly, looked at the Tool King, and said, Hey, can you hear me?

...

no respond.

But the noisy monster continued to talk to himself: Although it probably doesn't matter, you are quite powerful. That greasy old fat man is your boss.

The Mechanical King's eyeballs trembled slightly.

He's dead. He was shot dead by your own hands.

Ah... Tool King made a weak voice.

The Noisy Monster looked at him, his thin body quickly dissipating and being eaten away by the surrounding dark insects.

Only the last inaudible words were heard: Then can I eat?

…

Snapped!

There was another crisp round of applause, and the darkness dispersed.

Noisy Monster didn't know when he stood in front of the swollen tall body of the Tool King.

But the body in front of me was dead.

The ether energy dissipated rapidly, the flesh and blood shrank, and the huge body collapsed.

King Wuyi bowed slightly from behind, then disappeared into the shadows.

The Noisy Monster was silent for a moment, then reached out and grabbed into the meat.

laugh! Stab——

He pulled something out with force.

A blood-stained dark gold dog tag, engraved on it is naturally the name Tool King.

Gently attaching the dog tag to his bracelet, the Noisy Monster put his hands in his pockets and left the devastated stage without looking back.

He won.