Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 112

The moment he gripped the mermaid bead, raging fire scorched Wei Huan’s body, searing through his consciousness. The pain rose and rose until it reached its peak—and at that instant, all sensation left him. It was as if all that remained of his life was a numb soul.

Could it be…

Have I died again?

He no longer remembered what happened the last time he died, nor what he might see or hear afterward—whether there truly was a hell or a heaven. But at this moment, everywhere Wei Huan looked was an endless sea of fire. He could see no one, not even himself.

“You’ve finally arrived.”

A voice rang out in the void, sounding like a young man.

Who?

Wei Huan looked around, searching for the source of the voice—but found nothing.

“Who are you?” he called out. Then suddenly, a thought came to him—unsure but instinctive. He hesitantly asked, “Are… are you the Phoenix?”

To his surprise, the voice replied calmly, “That’s right. I’m the divine consciousness of the Phoenix after the fall of my physical body.”

The divine consciousness of the Phoenix?

So there really was such a thing—an existence above all, purely spiritual. The Phoenix really had become a god, just as people said.

From the bottom of his heart, Wei Huan respected the Phoenix. Normally irreverent and informal, he now spoke with uncharacteristic humility, thinking to introduce himself. “Senior, greetings. I… I’m Wei Huan of the Nine Phoenix bloodline.”

“I know exactly who you are. You’re the inheritor of the Phoenix’s power,” the Phoenix replied with a smile in his voice. “Only the inheritor can communicate with my divine consciousness.”

So that prophecy was true—he really was the Phoenix’s successor. Wei Huan was stunned and overjoyed, so much so that he stumbled over his words. Then he remembered the line in the prophecy: to seek life through death. That made him uneasy. “So… am I dead now? I… I just burst into flames out of nowhere! It was like spontaneous combustion—I couldn’t even control it…” He looked around at the sea of fire. Nothing but flames. “This… this isn’t the place demons go after death, is it? Are you… here to take me away, Senior?”

As soon as he said it, he wanted to slap himself. What the h*ll kind of nonsense was that?

He really couldn’t stop spouting gibberish when he was nervous—even in death.

Just as Wei Huan was berating himself, the Phoenix actually laughed. “You really are just like I was.”

That caught Wei Huan completely off guard. In his mind, the Phoenix had always been a supreme hero of the demon realm, a timeless spiritual symbol of Shanhai—practically flawless. But now he was cracking jokes and even poking fun at him?

So… this was the Phoenix’s true personality?

Wei Huan mumbled awkwardly, “I used to think you were… you were…” He couldn’t come up with the right word and got stuck.

“You thought I was high and mighty?” The Phoenix laughed again. The deep voice now sounded youthful and lighthearted. “I knew it. After I was gone, people would start worshiping me like some old fossil, maybe even build a temple or a statue, make every demon come pay their respects. But honestly, I was never that divine. Back then, I just had my eye on Kunlun Void—it had the best feng shui in the whole demon realm. I wanted to build myself a home there. But I couldn’t bear to see all those kids with nowhere to go in the chaos of war, so I took them in and taught them a few spells. Who would’ve thought the mess would get bigger and bigger—until it turned into Shanhai.”

He spoke easily, every word carefree and spontaneous, like an accidental seed that sprouted a forest.

So that’s how it was? Wei Huan was so shocked he couldn’t even speak. This was completely different from what was written in the school’s history books!

But suddenly, he found he liked the Phoenix even more. Truly liked him—from the bottom of his heart.

“If you hadn’t said all that, I’d still think you were some sort of aloof immortal—totally untouched by the world.”

Hearing that, the Phoenix gave a soft laugh. “Well, there is someone like that…”

At this point, he didn’t elaborate further but shifted the topic. “Earlier you said you died. Don’t worry, you didn’t. That is the nirvanic fire of the Fire Phoenix. After this, you will be reborn, completely transformed. I only wanted to tell you that all these years, the power of the Phoenix has always been hidden within your body—but it can only be awakened when you’re on the brink between life and death. I hope you make good use of it.”

It sounded like a farewell. Wei Huan had a thousand words swelling in his chest, but in that moment, he didn’t know how to begin.

Instead, the Phoenix let out a sigh. “Come to think of it, it’s been a thousand years since I’ve spoken to anyone. Truly lonely.”

Wei Huan hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth. “Senior Phoenix, I have a question I want to ask you.”

The Phoenix replied, “Go ahead.”

“Why did you choose me?” Wei Huan paused, then said frankly, “…Compared to many demons, maybe I have a bit of talent. But having lived a second life, I’ve come to realize I’ve always been led by the nose. Every step I took was laid out by someone else’s scheme. A little talent is nothing in the face of overwhelming desire and manipulation. I’ve never had control over my own fate. Someone like me… can I really inherit your power?”

The sound of crackling fire never ceased. After a long silence, he finally received the Phoenix’s response.

“In this world, no one truly controls their own destiny.”

His voice was calm, resolute, and filled with a gentle strength.

“Fate is like a hand that lashes at you without restraint. It strikes you, wounds you, makes you despair, crushes you, even kills you. From the very first blow, most people lose their pride and strength. I’ve seen it all.”

Although Wei Huan couldn’t see, he felt—somehow—that a hand had fallen gently on his shoulder.

“But I’ve also seen you, covered in wounds, yet never kneeling.”

“That is the reason.”

Something hot surged through his chest. In the midst of the burning flames, Wei Huan heard the Phoenix ask, “Nine Phoenix, do you know what a hero is?”

He listened silently to the divine voice.

“One who defies heaven and rewrites fate with their own hands, shaking the world—that is certainly a hero. But there is another kind of hero—small and insignificant. One who clearly knows they have no power to control their life, who can’t even grasp the whip that lashes them, who knows they are but a mayfly before the vast heavens, their strength negligible—let alone capable of changing fate. And yet, they use their meager strength to affect other mayflies. One, then another, then countless more. One day, even a tiny mayfly may shake the world tree, and even the heavens themselves.”

“Wei Huan, you are destined to be that first mayfly.”

The Phoenix’s voice grew fainter, like ashes rising into the sky after burning out. Wei Huan knew the Phoenix’s divine consciousness was about to depart—he could feel it leaving.

In that instant, something suddenly surfaced in his mind.

“Senior Phoenix! There’s something I want to tell you. You probably don’t know…”

“Go on.”

Wei Huan said, “After your physical body perished, the first Golden Crow once sacrificed his own ‘Eye of Xihe’ in an attempt to recall your soul. I thought about it and decided I had to tell you—I didn’t want there to be any regrets.”

He had experienced that kind of regret—he knew what the truth meant to them. Death cuts off all truth. Without this second chance at rebirth, he would never have known how much Yun Yongzhou had sacrificed to save a life already gone. Deprived of those memories, he would’ve completely forgotten how deeply he had once loved.

It had all come so close to becoming regret.

He heard the Phoenix let out a soft chuckle, the sound tinged with a sigh.

“So he really spent a lifetime contending with me.”

The most delicate bond—mutual recognition between archrivals.

“Power, talent… and that immovable world tree—we’ve left it all for you.”

“Nine Phoenix, you are Nine Phoenix. Don’t become another Phoenix. Go be yourself.”

Gradually, the Phoenix’s voice drifted farther away. Instinctively, Wei Huan reached toward the sound—and realized he could see his hand again. His arms, his legs—his body began to reappear within the flames. The clothes he wore were no longer his plaza uniform, but the deep-gray combat uniform of the emergency forces—the same one he had worn until the moment of his death in his previous life. He lowered his head and saw the nameplate pinned to the left side of his chest.

Two characters engraved there:

Wei Huan.

The blood in his body surged to a boil in an instant.

He was back.

Back with honor and clarity.

All the rioting demons in the square were stunned, even forgetting their planned attacks. They stared at the figure walking out from the flames. At that moment, the sun pierced through the haze and clouds. Light shone on his pair of black wings—and only then did they see: at the tip of every black feather was a fiery crimson.

“N-Nine Phoenix?”

Realization hit—and with it, even greater fear.

“Didn’t Nine Phoenix die years ago?”

“Yeah! T-That guy must be a fake! A demon that’s been dead for seven years can’t show up again!”

“I don’t buy it. Never heard of a demon resurrecting from the dead. Must be an imposter.”

“Yeah! An imposter! Let’s get him—kill him, then kill the other demons!”

As the horde surged forward again, in the center of the chaos, Wei Huan calmly rolled his neck and stretched his arms. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite remember. His face was full of confusion, and he frowned hard. “Tsk… what was that word again…”

“Kill him!”

“Kill—!”

He spread his wings and soared into the sky. In the moment he summoned his energy, the skies over Kunlun Void churned with cloud and mist, slowly forming into a massive vortex hanging over their heads. Wei Huan extended his right hand, and the giant vortex descended at once, like a torrent falling directly into his palm, becoming an unstoppable wind. His long hair flew wildly, and his demonic aura exploded outward.

Wei Huan looked down at the horde of madmen below. The hurricane absorbed from the vortex in the clouds suddenly transformed into a massive pillar of blue light. He turned his palm downward, and under the control of his demonic energy, the hurricane plunged and expanded, becoming a massive stone slab nearly the size of the plaza. It crashed down, pinning those lunatics to the ground—those who, at the moment of crisis, still wanted to drag Kunlun Void down with them.

He gently pressed his palm downward, and the stone slab, glowing with blue demonic light, pushed lower and lower, crushing them until they could barely breathe. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “Ah—now I remember.”

“Mob.”

Having spoken, he turned and flew toward where his heart led him—using this body that truly belonged to him, these wings that truly belonged to him. The short distance of just a few dozen meters felt like a lifetime in flight.

In a sky where gloom and light intertwined, across a land with crumbling eaves and collapsing beams, blazing dust and shattered ruins, everything in heaven and earth had become the backdrop to a war-torn scene. Wei Huan knew his mission—but before becoming the first mayfly to defy fate, he wanted to borrow just half a minute.

To embrace the hero who had waited for him all this time.

This body, gone for seven years, slowly passed through the golden defensive barrier and stopped in front of Yun Yongzhou. His mismatched eyes, gleaming with a smile, gazed into those cold yet reddened eyes.

It had been too hard.

Two battered mayflies had tried to grasp the hand of fate that lashed at the other—crawling, walking, running, doing everything they could to find traces of each other in a future they couldn’t yet see. One year, five years, seven years. After soaking in darkness for so long, catching a glimpse of starlight in their panic, they realized it came from each other. After the turbulence of emotion, all they could do was smile.

Yun Yongzhou said nothing. He simply opened his arms and let Wei Huan fall into the embrace that had been missing for so long. Fireworks returned to their blades. The storm plunged into the flames.

Wei Huan, lost for seven years, kissed his lover above the rusted and decaying city.

“You waited long.”

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