I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 588 - 586: Silent Rebellion

Chapter 588: Chapter 586: Silent Rebellion

Yaha looked out through the window.

White King was playing with the children, using his fingers, while the deformed kids stayed quietly on a more distant patch of the field, with Fujiwara Makoto accompanying them.

That old professor and Lin Yan were nowhere to be seen; perhaps, they had crossed over to the outside?

She banged on the desk, realizing that this place was indeed a perfect prison.

Yaha looked towards White King, her mind ticking over.

She walked out of the apartment, up to White King, and the group of rebellious kids scattered to the side at her appearance.

White King also squinted his eyes and held his palm out to keep the children apart, not letting her get closer.

"You can call me Yaha," she introduced herself.

She opened her arms with a smile, "This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with someone like you."

White King bent down, bringing his face close to Yaha’s, his seven eyes narrowing into slits as if scrutinizing her with suspicion.

"Let’s talk, shall we? Do you know Baphomet?" asked Yaha.

White King transmitted telepathically, "Little person."

"Um...that could be ambiguous. Physically speaking, to you, I am indeed a small person... but I think that might not be what you mean," Yaha said.

"Little person, little sheep," White King said.

"I’ve seen you, big guy. Back then, I wasn’t like this, riding on the back of that black sheep," Yaha said.

"I understand you," White King said.

"You probably don’t quite understand me, even if you’ve seen my past," Yaha said.

"Bad things, all of you," White King squinted and said.

"In this world, there are no good or bad people. You, fallen from the sky, how can you also be so stubborn?" Yaha said.

"He cut me off!"

White King said, his right hand suddenly slamming down next to Yaha, the ground trembling under her feet, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

From afar, Fujiwara Makoto immediately stood up and ran over, frantically gesturing at White King.

She looked at Yaha, angry, "What were you saying to it?!"

"It’s not my fault; it has a prejudice against me," Yaha said with a smile.

"Shut up! You and that black sheep! It’s because of you guys! You seduced him and encouraged him, and now he’s turned into this!" Fujiwara Makoto said.

"Say whatever you like; I’m not going to argue with you," Yaha stood up, brushing the dust off her legs.

She looked at White King and said, "I know what you care about. Baphomet has told me about the great narrative. Now, you can still choose a side."

"Yaha!" Fujiwara called out.

White King squinted his eyes, pinching his chin, looking into the distance, seemingly contemplating.

"You...you deceitful thing..." Fujiwara, unable to contain her anger, rushed over and grabbed Yaha’s neck, pinning him to the ground.

"Have you ever killed someone with your own hands..." asked Yaha, lying on the ground without resistance, hands spread as if embracing death.

But Fujiwara Makoto didn’t dare to go through with the act.

"Come on, strangle me. Strangle me and let me be free. Do it!" said Yaha with a laugh.

Fujiwara Makoto’s thumb pressed on Yaha’s soft neck, not able to pinch his windpipe, but still pressing in deeply, Yaha’s eyes bulging with bloodshot veins, unable to speak, a hissing sound bubbling from his throat.

Then, two large white fingertips clamped Fujiwara Makoto, lifting her aside.

Yaha lay on the ground coughing, stood up, and touched his neck.

"Big guy! What are you doing?" Fujiwara questioned.

"Violence is bad," White King telepathically shook his head.

"He’s deceiving you! Don’t listen to his nonsense!" Fujiwara Makoto said.

White King gave no indication, squinting at Yaha, and transmitted telepathically, "The great narrative has been rewritten. What does He ultimately want?"

Yaha looked towards the deformed children on the other side of the cliff, "Look at them. Without Him, such beings will soon cover the land. Our world is complex, far more so than yours. The difference between people is as vast as the heavens and earth. He wants to erase this disparity, true unification, and then..."

Yaha pointed towards the sky, "Your kind keeps falling from there. Who is killing them? He merely saw the danger and decided to shoulder all the misunderstandings, no longer confined by human rationale."

White King shook his head, "Violence is not good."

"You’re an idiot too," Yaha said.

During this time, the reorganization of the United Council was continuously underway, but it faced immense resistance and difficulties.

The Federation had fallen under Spencer’s control. He had become the Shadow Government, holding the technology of Black Medicine for half the world, stockpiling a large supply of experimental Black Medicine, ready to fight a decisive battle with Wei Tianyang. He naturally did not want the United Council to reassemble.

Such a move would not only hinder his own plans but also introduce instability.

The military members of the Council had been secretly preparing. Spencer knew they had a plan, but he didn’t know the specifics; regardless, they too wanted to settle scores with Wei Tianyang.

However, Spencer wouldn’t allow them to proceed. An attack on Wei Tianyang might only present itself once.

A failure at the first attempt meant annihilation for them and would push Wei Tianyang into a state of heightened alertness, greatly increasing the difficulty of a second strike.

Even as he lay on the operating table, on the brink of anesthesia, he was still contemplating these matters.

He turned his head to the side, to the adjacent operating table, where a healthy, 1.9-meter-tall, strong Caucasian man lay.

That was his new body, the man was just over 32 years old, at the peak of his physical and mental health, endowed with noble Anglo-Saxon blood.

Once the brain transplant surgery was completed, that Caucasian man would cease to exist, to be replaced by the reborn Spencer.

Initially, that position was intended for Wei Tianyang.

"Mr. Spencer, we will begin anesthesia now," the doctor with the surgical mask said.

Spencer was fitted with a breathing apparatus, and seconds later, he closed his eyes.

After Spencer fell into a coma, that Caucasian man sat up.

He was at his peak, well-educated, and unbeknownst to most, he was Spencer’s son, Spencer II.

He had always been groomed as the successor of United Pharmaceuticals. The original plan was for Spencer to gain Wei Tianyang’s body through another method, becoming a deity, while the son would inherit his mantle and take over United Pharmaceuticals. However, by then, United Pharmaceuticals would have evolved into the United Government.

The plan had changed now.

"Young Master, the memory extraction program is ready," the doctor said.

Spencer II got off the sickbed, dressed himself, and walked to Spencer’s operating table, sneering, "Father, I will inherit your knowledge and your organization, and I will confront the Pseudo-God. You are too old, now rest in peace."

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