I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 66 - 65 Ambition

Chapter 66: 65 Ambition

"They used a set of symbols to classify the Heavenly Falling Objects, an unsealed inverted triangle represents the failed Medicine People, and a sealed inverted triangle is for people like me, human billboards,"

Yaha continued.

"The upright triangle is the standard level that members of the Superpower Special Department should have, and it’s also the most common worldwide. One person can change the tide of a battle, like that mud-playing guy you’ve seen."

"Above that, there’s the double triangle symbol, which consists of two parallel upright triangles. This level holds special strategic significance... I haven’t seen it."

"Even more powerful than the double triangles is the triad of overlapping triangles, the Trinity, Ishmael. The superpower of this level... has the capacity to balance the world... With the power you’ve shown, I think you’re at least an upright triangle, and you can grow."

Yaha stared at Wei Tianyang, with a hint of expectation and madness in his words.

"I am not anyone’s weapon," Wei Tianyang shook his head.

"That’s not up to us, from the moment Black Medicine mixed into our flesh and blood, we were destined to become part of the world’s rules. We can be tools, or we can be the ones wielding them," Yaha said.

"Yaha... Is that your ambition? Is that what you want? What about our revenge? Why did we come together?" Wei Tianyang said helplessly.

"Don’t be foolish, Ishmael, revenge... and then what?"

As Yaha spoke, he stood up, walked to the edge with his wine glass, allowing the night wind to lift his sheer nightgown and white hair.

Wei Tianyang looked at his silhouette, that of a white-haired woman. He could see through the sheer nightgown to Yaha’s soft and faintly visible body. Looking beyond Yaha to the dark artificial forest and the oppressive skyline of Kongse City, it felt like his destiny.

"Look at this world, Ishmael. You were born in suffering, live in it, and eventually, you’ll die in it. Why? After all you’ve been through, after gaining that incredible power, why have you never thought like I do?"

"We were born lowly, and we die stifled. The Heavenly Emperor gave us a second life, we cannot repeat the same mistakes."

"Even as incomplete products, our powers are needed. So, that price, someone will help us pay it. And that’s our ticket into the New World."

Yaha turned around, the amber color in his eyes casting a faint glow.

Wei Tianyang watched as Yaha tilted his head back and drained the red wine, the cold red liquid flowing down his throat, he could see Yaha’s throat move with each swallow.

"Ishmael... Revenge should not be our only purpose. Beyond that, we must live better than before."

"Red Pharmaceutical is just a ticket, the most important thing is our ability. As long as we show our ability, show our potential to change the world! We will always be needed, and there will always be new ’tickets’."

Wei Tianyang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, the cool air filled his lungs, bringing him some clarity.

Yaha was right.

Revenge was not the only thing he came back to life for.

But...

He believed he had found "a greater purpose."

It wasn’t about tickets, or the world...

"Yaha... The existence of pharmaceutical companies is a mistake. The only thing superpower brings is suffering. You say the Superpower Special Department can change the course of battles, but why then are so many refugees from Chicken Snake Country being shot at will, and they remain indifferent? Where is justice? Where is fairness?" Wei Tianyang questioned.

"That’s where you’re still not mature enough. In your heart, there’s still a naive sense of justice and fairness... You still have your convictions... burp... In my opinion, you’re not as realistic as Moby Dick."

"Justice? When you were pinned to the operation table getting injected, did the local security bureau come to rescue you? If there’s still any fairness in this world, how could we, this group of people, have come into existence?"

Yaha was somewhat excited; his face flushed, obviously drunk.

"Why can’t we do something about it? We’ll take down all the pharmaceutical companies, one after another... to prevent such tragedies from happening again," Wei Tianyang said.

"You have no idea what’s behind the pharmaceutical companies! Look at that... at Kongse, those sprawling refugee camps, and the peacekeeping forces on the streets. Do you know what I think when I see them?"

"Hypocrisy!"

"Isn’t this civil war just a proxy war by the superpower nations? Behind the pharmaceutical companies, isn’t it those superpower nations? They are the source of suffering! Those politicians in suits and ties, talking about humanitarianism, freedom, and equal rights, they are the source of our suffering..."

"Ishmael... our dignity, our right to live... now depends on this half-baked superpower. Even as the world operates this way, we need to be a part of it to escape from this suffering!"

Yaha took a few steps, his figure swaying, and Wei Tianyang was genuinely scared he’d fall off the roof.

"There’s always something we can change." Wei Tianyang stood up and slowly walked toward Yaha, intending to pull him back from the edge.

"We can’t change anything... Ishmael, I can’t change anything... I don’t even have the ability to love." Yaha looked down with a lowered head, staring at the empty hotel plaza, and suddenly he began to sob.

"But you have the right to be loved," Wei Tianyang said.

He reached out his hand to Yaha, who looked at him with a meaningful smile.

"You’re drunk," he added.

"Ha ha ha~ Wei... Go down and wait for me; I want to see how much it hurts to jump..." Yaha said with a tearful smile.

With that, he took a step forward, his body light as a feather, drifting downward.

"Fuck!" Wei Tianyang cursed, rushing toward Yaha, but it was too late, as he was already five or six steps away.

Just as Yaha’s silhouette sank below the eaves, suddenly, a large hand grabbed his arm and hoisted him into the air.

Yaha floated there, eyes closed, already passed out from drunkenness.

Li Bin, cigarette in mouth, said, "I knew he would come to this sooner or later."

Wei Tianyang rushed forward and embraced Yaha, lifting him in a princess carry and taking him back to the rooftop.

Li Bin let go of his hand, took a deep drag, and exhaled smoke.

"Sigh... People with a strong tendency for self-harm eventually find their way to suicide. I suggest you leave this white-haired guy alone; he’s bound to kill himself in the end," Li Bin said.

"You heard all that?" Wei Tianyang asked.

Yaha, soft in his arms like a cat, with a wide expanse of white skin exposed on his chest, lips slightly parted, was still murmuring incoherently.

"He’s too naive, Wei Tianyang. The pharmaceutical companies are just lackeys for the superpowers, they themselves can’t even sit at the main table, let alone these Medicine People," Li Bin shook his head.

He discarded the cigarette butt, hands in his pockets, and walked to the edge of the roof, adding, "I understand you, Wei Tianyang. When I was your age, this country was just as shitty, but we didn’t become murderous scum because our parents saw this country at its normal state."

"I also joined the guerrilla fighters in the woods to restore this shitty country to normal. I believe that’s what you’re thinking now."

"This white-haired guy chose his own path, and you must choose yours. The only difference is that you have the strength to pursue your path, and I believe that. Wei Tianyang."

After speaking, Li Bin patted Wei Tianyang on the shoulder and slowly walked toward the doorway to the rooftop.

"If I’m not dead yet, we might be able to be friends despite the age difference. Hang in there, Wei Tianyang! There aren’t many people like you left in this world."

He said this as he passed through the wall.

The platform once again fell silent.

Wei Tianyang looked at the sleeping Yaha in his arms and sighed deeply.

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