Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 105

Passionate, youthful, long, and hidden.

These memories of silent infatuation once engraved on the tip of Wei Huan’s heart were the most unspeakable part of his open and proud life. They had accompanied him through countless sleepless nights and had driven him to chase the sun step by step.

He had timidly hidden it all away, waiting for the day it could rise to the surface—but fate gripped his throat, tied heavy stones around it, and silently dragged it into the abyss.

That inseparable part was carved cleanly from Wei Huan’s body, like a rib cruelly torn from flesh—left behind, all alone.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from Wei Huan’s eyes. The young love and longing from those years filled his chest, suffocating him. Every doubt he’d carried since his rebirth was resolved in this moment. He finally understood what that lingering emptiness had been. He finally knew why his soul had felt fulfilled only after being with Yun Yongzhou.

It truly had been a wish—an unfulfilled wish from his past life, one he could neither let go of nor realize.

There was no mistake: he had indeed wanted to reach the sun.

The little house made from wind floated upward at his will, landing in his arms. Wei Huan couldn’t stop himself from imagining all the possibilities. If he hadn’t died back then—if he’d returned safely from the battlefield—maybe the very next day, no, maybe that same night, he would’ve found the courage to give this gift to Yun Yongzhou.

And perhaps he would have received Yun Yongzhou’s bracelet in return—a clumsy, unspoken confession. They would have teased each other about their mutual crushes, laughed at each other’s obliviousness and awkwardness. If it had reached that point, he definitely would have been the one to take Yun Yongzhou’s hand first, pretending to be casual and carefree, but no matter how he controlled his power, he wouldn’t be able to stop the sweat on his palm or his wildly beating heart. Maybe Yun Yongzhou would even carry him up into the Lover’s Vine and confide the secrets he had kept buried for decades—how deeply he longed for freedom.

He would have kissed him. He definitely would have kissed him.

If it had turned out that way, they wouldn’t have lost seven years.

Since childhood, Wei Huan had always claimed he wanted a peaceful and fulfilling life. But fate was cruel. Just when he began to accept his losses under the illusion of closure, fate shattered his last weakness. In the moment before his death, he could let go of his grief over his parents’ deaths and his attachment to life—but the only thing he couldn’t let go of was this unresolved, unspoken love. It was the one regret that never faded.

He should have said it earlier—even if he failed terribly, even if he got rejected at the door, that would have been a better ending than dying like this.

That regret had become his most precious offering, the one thing sacrificed and torn from his life.

Clear tears fell onto the seal above the model house, splashing against the blue demonic light. Water droplets scattered like shattered glass beads beneath the sunlight, refracting into a kaleidoscope of colors.

As Wei Huan focused on this clumsy creation, he suddenly noticed there was another barrier inside it—near the lake-view window on the second floor. It was deeper, more complex, harder to break.

Was there something else hidden in this house?

As he reached out a finger to try and open the small window, a burst of blue light exploded at his fingertip. A wave of even deeper memory and emotion flooded into his body. In an instant, everything before his eyes vanished, leaving behind a blank void.

When his consciousness returned, Wei Huan saw his past self—saw scenes from long ago.

He was flying through the sky, black wings swift and graceful. In front of them was a towering red three-eyed giant, over fifteen meters tall, its footsteps crushing buildings as it moved. Just then, three razor-sharp blades of light shot toward the giant’s three eyes. The giant howled loud enough to shake the heavens. The glowing blades pierced through its skull and transformed into countless thin ropes that wrapped its arms and legs from behind. The giant opened its mouth wide in fury, spewing fire—but the next moment, semi-transparent walls of water rose around its head, and the flames could no longer pass through.

“Yang Sheng!”

Wei Huan, flying with his black wings, circled behind the giant. Yang Sheng arrived right on cue, both palms pressed together to summon a spiraling tornado—its wind grew fiercer by the second. Wei Huan took the purple tornado from Yang Sheng’s hands. In an instant, under the control of his demonic power, the wind transformed into a massive blade ten meters long. Gripping the hilt tightly, he dove down toward the giant’s legs that Yun Yongzhou had restrained.

“I dare you to stomp again.” Wei Huan gripped the blade with both hands and slashed hard at the target. At that moment, he shouted to Su Buyu, “Buyu! Use the mermaid bead to absorb it!”

“Got it!” The ever-synchronized Su Buyu activated the mermaid bead at the same time. Before the severed limb could crash down and cause more destruction to the city or its people, it was already drawn into the bead.

Floating midair in front of the giant, Yun Yongzhou manipulated golden light chains, anchoring the now off-balance, one-legged giant and keeping it from falling. Even though he succeeded, he still frowned and said coldly, “Couldn’t you have cut the arms first?”

Mid-swing with the massive blade over his head, Wei Huan looked up and grinned. “Sorry, sorry. Got too excited and forgot to think.” With that, he flew up again, not pausing for a second. His arms swung the blade, scattering blue demonic light into the sky like dancing auroras. He swiftly and cleanly cut off the giant’s head and both arms. Yang Sheng used another tornado to sweep up the broken pieces and sent them into Su Buyu’s mermaid bead. At last, the giant that had wreaked havoc for several days was taken down by the four of them together.

“I’m exhausted.” Wei Huan clenched his palm and the massive wind blade instantly dispersed into a puff of purple mist behind him. He stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders in wide circles and complained, “This thing may not be strong, but fighting it is a real workout.”

Yang Sheng nodded in agreement. “It’s just way too big. One step crushed a whole building. Rebuilding after this isn’t going to be fun.”

“Luckily, we evacuated early. Otherwise, the civilians would’ve suffered.” Su Buyu looked at the ruined cityscape with clear remorse on his face.

Yun Yongzhou retracted the light chains without a word. With a wave of his hand, a crimson barrier appeared in front of him—his whole demeanor cold and ready to leave.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Wei Huan quickly grabbed his arm, darting in front of him like a mischievous spirit. “You’re leaving already? This is our first time on a mission wearing the new uniforms—you’re not even staying to celebrate?”

Yun Yongzhou glanced down at the hand on his arm but said nothing. Seeing that, Wei Huan let go and continued with a cheeky smile, “We finally made it into the official combat unit. This day’s gotta be remembered. Little Golden Crow, come have a drink and a good meal with us. Consider it a reward for a job well done, yeah?”

That soft “yeah?” sounded just like a puppy whining for attention. Yun Yongzhou turned his face aside and gave a small nod of agreement. Seeing this, Wei Huan bounced up with joy, “Let’s go!”

This small town was remote and not very big. Wei Huan had never been here before, and only now realized it was even more desolate than they’d imagined. Perhaps it was due to the rampage of the giant beast—there wasn’t a single soul in sight. A little demon-dog bolted from an alleyway and quickly vanished.

“This place feels completely deserted,” Su Buyu looked around. “Not sure if any taverns are even open.”

Yang Sheng chewed on a blade of demon grass, purple wind swirling around him. “If not, we can just head back and drink there.”

“Let’s look around first. If we go back now and run into another Group, they’ll drag us straight to report in at Shanhai. Right now, with no superiors around and no other groups nearby, it’s the perfect time to let loose a little.” Wei Huan was smiling as he spoke, his lips still showing the little sharp teeth from his earlier demon transformation, blue marks still etched on his face. “Besides, every place has its own food and culture. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to take advantage of that?”

Yun Yongzhou suddenly muttered, “Can’t win an argument with you.” The moment he spoke, Wei Huan lit up and grinned even wider. “Of course~ I’m the little king of cross-talk in Shanhai! My sharp looks and silver tongue are my ultimate assets.”

Yang Sheng muffled him with a ball of wind, “Give this guy an inch and he’ll take a mile. Shut it, Wei Little Nine.”

“Mmph! Mmph!”

Su Buyu tried not to laugh. “Let’s find a place to eat before we let him talk again.”

Just then, Yang Sheng spotted a small popcorn cart up ahead. “Hey, I’m actually getting hungry.” But when he looked down, he realized, “Cr*p, I forgot my wallet.”

Su Buyu pulled his out. “I’ve got mine. I’ll go with you.”

As the two of them headed about ten meters toward the snack cart, Yun Yongzhou suddenly halted, frowning. He sensed a wave of murderous intent with no clear source, pressing in like storm clouds over a city. Wei Huan also noticed and dissolved the wind ball covering his mouth into a floating cloth. He walked up to Yun Yongzhou. “What is that?”

Just as he spoke, the ground beneath them trembled—and suddenly, a massive crack split open, spreading rapidly across the earth like lightning. Su Buyu and Yang Sheng felt it too and started running back toward them. But just as they were about to cross the fissure and reunite, thick black miasma erupted from the cracks.

The poisonous fog surged out violently, corroding half of Yang Sheng’s wing in an instant.

Seeing Yang Sheng struck, Wei Huan’s heart dropped. “Yang Sheng! Are you okay?!”

The black fog rose like a towering wall, endless and suffocating, cutting the four of them off from each other. Wei Huan could no longer see Yang Sheng or Su Buyu—only hear their voices.

“I’m fine,” Yang Sheng’s voice was strained with pain. “Use a barrier-crossing spell—get out of here! We—”

The rest of his words were drowned in the roaring chaos of earth collapsing. The ground shook again. Wei Huan was still shouting Yang Sheng’s name when Yun Yongzhou grabbed his arm and took off into the sky.

At that same moment, the torn ground surged toward them like a giant rug being flipped. Buildings and roads—everything—were rolled up with the black miasma, crashing down behind them with terrifying speed.

“What’s going on? Everything was fine just a moment ago,” Wei Huan said.

Yun Yongzhou was even calmer than expected. “It wasn’t fine. This place is too deserted—it’s unnatural.” Wei Huan flew as high as he could. Once his field of vision expanded, he realized that the black miasma wasn’t just coming from underground—the outskirts of this small city were also surrounded by it, even denser than below.

“No… wait, what city is this?” Wei Huan muttered to himself as he tapped his student ring to pull up the map of the demon realm. But to his surprise, he discovered that on the western side of the city, there was a small triangular area completely blacked out, showing no signs of life at all.

Yun Yongzhou activated the Xihe Eye to trace the miasma’s source. “It’s all coming from the west—from underground.”

“That’s it.” Wei Huan zoomed in on the black triangle, but the map showed no specific city name—only a number: 13. He searched it and finally got a result.

“Deathless City?” He looked at Yun Yongzhou, voice full of doubt. Even Yun Yongzhou, usually unshaken, showed the same stunned expression.

The upturned earth continued to push them westward, nearly blotting out the entire sky.

“Deathless City… wasn’t it sealed off years ago?”