- The Reincarnation World Where Only I Know the Storyline
- RWWOKS Chapter 112
**Fallen Hill Orphanage, Underground Experimental Base.**
As Fang Bo walked through the pristine white corridor, the memories of his former self suddenly surged violently.
Scenes of bloody experiments, countless days of struggle and agony, and that blurry man who filled him with disgust flashed through his mind.
Fang Bo frowned. He had thought he had completely consumed the soul of his former self, but it seemed there were still some fragments left.
With his immense spiritual power swirling in his mind, Fang Bo began actively searching for and consuming the remaining fragments. At his current level, this was just routine.
Thanks to Darren’s powerful illusions, they had hypnotized the orphanage director the moment they met, and now the group was walking through the corridors of the experimental base.
Heavily armed soldiers passed by continuously, making it feel more like a tightly-guarded military base than an orphanage.
“The enemy is more numerous than I expected,” Ali whispered from behind the director, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers. “When the fight starts, I’ll take the first move. There’s no way I’m letting these scum go.”
Using children for experiments was a grave violation of the sorcerer’s sense of justice.
Even if Fang Bo asked him to back out now, Ali likely wouldn’t leave so easily.
Clutching two coins in his hand, Ali prepared to unleash an attack—one that hadn’t seen the light of day for a while, as it didn’t require the use of *Black Flash*.
After about ten minutes of walking, they reached the third security door. At this point, the guards finally noticed something off about the director.
They were in the core area now. Entering required strict scrutiny, and no unfamiliar faces would be allowed near.
The arrival of the group immediately alerted the orphanage’s security.
As a squad of soldiers closed in around them, Darren couldn’t help but chuckle, “Jason, looks like your family isn’t exactly welcoming us.”
Silently pulling out his Dragoon pistol, Fang Bo smiled. “Maybe they’re upset we didn’t call ahead.”
The security doors were bulletproof and extremely sturdy, capable of withstanding even the assaults of superhumans.
Thus, most of the soldiers moved in from the sides, leaving only a few behind the door, likely thinking there was no way the group could break through it.
“They’re underestimating us,” Darren murmured, flicking his wrist as a dozen shurikens whistled through the air.
The shurikens ricocheted off the walls, creating a series of sharp clinks before landing in the midst of the soldiers, producing a brilliant spray of blood.
After his continual strengthening upon returning, Darren’s shuriken throws had become even more precise, and his power was much greater than when they first met.
Fang Bo speculated that the woman had started putting attribute points into strength.
Compared to Darren’s flashy technique, Ali’s approach was straightforward.
The coin shot forward like a laser, instantly exploding seven or eight soldiers into a cloud of flesh and blood.
As it approached the wall, the two coins detonated, scattering fine energy residue that easily took care of the remaining soldiers.
This was the sorcerer’s progress. After the bloody battles of the Demon Slayer world, Ali’s control over energy fusion had grown even more refined.
Against these two ruthless reincarnators, the regular soldiers stood no chance.
As for the issue of their powers being exposed, Fang Bo had already destroyed all the surveillance cameras with his mental energy the moment they started the attack.
Under his immense spiritual power, no electronic device remained functional.
Even now, as the director opened the door, the control room had no idea what was happening.
By the time the authorities realized the severity of the situation, the elite security forces had already been wiped out.
“Damn it, send in the superhuman squad immediately. I want them alive—I need to know who they are!”
Soon, a group of young people dressed like hippies entered the battlefield.
Seeing their strange outfits, Fang Bo couldn’t help but sigh, “Why do they always have to dress like this? Is it really necessary to stand out so much?”
Hearing this, Darren responded, “We need to have more patience and respect for the younger generation.”
However, her actions didn’t seem to reflect that sentiment.
As soon as the young people got within range, Darren performed a hand seal and unleashed a massive *Fireball Jutsu*.
When the flames cleared, only charred corpses remained.
Where was that patience and respect?
The first wave of superhumans had been annihilated, and the second wave learned from their mistakes. A young girl with a nose piercing charged in, holding up a shield of water.
“Lightning!” Ali called out as he drew his *Thunder Killing Staff*, unleashing a terrifying bolt of lightning.
The water’s conductivity ensured that the enemies hiding behind the girl weren’t spared either.
Thus, the second superhuman squad was fried into charcoal by Ali.
However, the enemy forces seemed endless. As soon as they killed one group, another appeared.
Even though their so-called superpowers were barely stronger than low-tier abilities, their sheer numbers were starting to frustrate the pair.
“I hope that guy moves quickly,” Ali muttered.
While his two teammates were locked in battle, Fang Bo ventured alone into what was once his “home.”
It was identical to the scene in his dreams, right down to the exact placement of the experiment beds.
Following the guidance of his “memories,” he found the researchers hiding inside.
After casually shooting two of them dead, Fang Bo quickly earned the respect of the remaining staff.
“The thing you’re looking for is here,” an elderly researcher stammered.
With a dual biometric lock—iris scan and voice recognition—the elderly researcher managed to open a secure box.
As cold air escaped from the container, it revealed a colorful test tube inside.
[Dream Elixir Type IV: Unknown effects. Selling it to the Reincarnation Space will reward you with 30 merit points.]
Seeing the merit point reward in the system prompt, Fang Bo knew this was no fake.
Whether it was useful or not, his mission was now complete.
Pressing the cold barrel of his gun to the researcher’s head, Fang Bo asked coldly, “Are there any more Dream Elixirs here?”
“No… none left.”
“Good.”
**Bang!**
Without bothering to verify the truth, Fang Bo shot the old man in the head.
As he turned around, the remaining researchers collapsed in agony, their noses and mouths bleeding. Soon, they were all dead.
*Clap, clap, clap!* Sudden applause rang out. Just as Fang Bo was about to leave, a tall man blocked his path.
“Welcome, welcome. I never thought we’d meet again like this, Number Seven,” the man said, his voice dripping with mockery, as if he were watching a helpless little mouse trapped in a cage.
At the sight of this man, Fang Bo felt a surge of uncontrollable rage.
New fragments of memory surfaced, and in a moment of clarity, he understood many things, including why they had given him that codename.
“Surprised?” Fang Bo suppressed his fury and called out the man’s name in a calm tone: “Jason.”
This man was the one responsible for torturing his “former self.” To forever remember the hatred, Fang Bo’s previous self had used the man’s name as his codename—a constant reminder of the need for revenge.
Now that they had crossed paths, Fang Bo had no qualms about avenging his former self. It would be his way of compensating for taking over the body.
Without wasting any words, he raised his gun and fired.
The bullet would end their long-standing hatred.
However, though the bullet from his Dragoon hit its mark, it failed to penetrate the gray-black coat Jason was wearing.
Fang Bo was momentarily taken aback and instinctively sent out a mental scan.
[Jason (Clone)]
[Aggression Level: Medium]
[Attribute Focus: Constitution]
[Trait: Clone Cyborg]
[Threat Level: Weak and Fragile]
**Clone Cyborg**: As a new type of clone, he possesses decent combat experience and physical strength.
Before Fang Bo could fully process this, Clone Jason charged forward, his fists gathering terrifying energy.
Just as he was about to unleash a powerful attack, a puppet appeared between the two of them out of nowhere.
With the blazing heat of a scorching sun, the next second, Jason’s head rolled to the ground.
The puppet had sliced him down in one swift motion, but Fang Bo didn’t seem particularly pleased.
He continued looking around, as if searching for something.
At that moment, a raspy voice echoed through the room, and Fang Bo suddenly felt an intense sense of being watched.
“Number Seven, I didn’t expect you to become a reincarnator,” the voice said with a hint of surprise. It belonged to none other than the now-dead Jason.
Given what he knew about clones, it wasn’t hard to guess the man’s true identity.
Since Fang Bo didn’t respond, the other Jason continued speaking through some unknown surveillance system. “Years ago, when you and the others tried to escape, only two of you made it out. Do you remember how you managed to escape safely?”
Of course, Fang Bo didn’t remember. There was nothing in his memory fragments that explained it.
“Someone helped you, of course,” Jason’s voice continued. “But you ran off and left him behind at the base. Cold and heartless, aren’t you?”
The words seemed credible enough, but Fang Bo had no patience to continue this conversation.
Jason hadn’t shown himself by now—either because he was afraid or because he wasn’t at the base at all.
Whichever it was, Fang Bo saw no reason to linger.
Holstering his *Yorichi Zero*, Fang Bo turned and started walking toward the exit.
In fact, he had already speculated about this before the mission began.
The orphanage had produced so many superhumans. Could that have caught the attention of the reincarnation space?
It seemed possible now. Perhaps the real Jason had created the orphanage himself.
His goal might have been to research the Dream Elixir or to recruit suitable talents into the reincarnation space to assist him.
Whatever the true reason, the conflict between them had reached an irreconcilable point.
Calling him out as a reincarnator likely meant Jason had already obtained some basic information, like Fang Bo’s reincarnator ID.
Even if Fang Bo wanted to avoid a confrontation, the enemy would most likely seek him out.
Since the conflict was unavoidable, he would simply find a way to root out the enemy entirely.
As for the orphanage’s connection to the reincarnation space, the answer was clearly written on the small bottle of Dream Elixir.
**NESTS!**
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*(End of Chapter)*