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Chapter 165: Chapter 163: "Why Would This Happen?

"If you’re talking about that Qin Wang who led the experiment, yes." Su Ming’an nodded, then suddenly said, "It seems you had already anticipated this?"

The expression of the Great Commander of the Revolutionary Army was very calm, even knowing that the Qin Wang before him was not the man he used to be, his favorability remained unchanged.

"I’ve known for a while that he probably wouldn’t make it," Chen Yang’s tone was somewhat low, carrying a gloomy atmosphere, "The blood of the Evil Dragon was already incessantly draining his life. Yet he recklessly threw himself into the experiments. I had advised him before that nothing is more important than his own life... yet he still didn’t make it through, truly brought it upon himself."

Su Ming’an lifted his head.

The firefly-like specks of light fluttered chaotically around him, as if they were being drawn to him.

After the period of Eternal Night, the forest carried a newborn warmth, everything sparkled as though freshly awakened, but all he could feel was a chilling coldness creeping over his body, bit by bit eroding his physical being.

He shivered and then noticed that his hand was also gradually turning pale, as if the color was fading on its own.

...So cold.

He could distinctly feel his body gradually cooling down, as if all the blood in his body was beginning to freeze. He breathed out, trying to warm his increasingly chilly palm.

The Great Commander in black stood to one side, watching him:

"I’m not sure whether to call you lucky or unfortunate, visitor from another world."

Chen Yang’s gaze was profound; his dark pupils resembled a silent expanse of Eternal Night.

He reached out, carefully gripping Su Ming’an’s wrist, then a pitch-black shimmer of teleportation radiated around him.

"But that doesn’t matter, visitor from another world—since you’ve taken over his body, you are the one he has entrusted his all to. I won’t ask you why you came. I will take you back, to a place of safety," Chen Yang said intently, his gaze slightly frozen, as if he saw through him, through his eyes, to another person.

"...No one will hurt you anymore, whether you are still you or not," Chen Yang said very softly.

A swirl of black halo sprouted from the wrist.

Su Ming’an saw the moonlike light gently pour down, illuminating the ground strewn with corpses in gruesome death.

The blood spread out like flung flowers.

Su Ming’an looked down at the five player bodies on the ground.

They had not moved an inch in death, lying on the ground like five blood-stained logs, their faces contorted in obvious rage directed at him.

His gaze darkened for a moment, then quickly recovered.

He was pondering a question.

In the previous worlds, competitive instances were limited to the Second World, and clashes between players were not noticeable—encountering one another was also rare.

But in this Fifth World, it is a large-scale player competition instance with many players on the same stage, unlike the eight to twelve in the Second World; the number of players in this World Replica was considerable.

Since forming teams was also permitted, his initial idea of concentrating points became possible.

Not only mutual permission, but even competition, or using torture to force others to hand over their equipment... such actions would also be quite common in this instance.

After this instance ends, there should be a significant shift in the player rankings.

If there were players who possessed a high-status character and used their power to force hundreds or even thousands of players to offer their equipment and props... the quantity gathered would be massive.

Although this hypothesis is unlikely to be realized, the scenario where the resources of dozens are concentrated on one person can truly happen.

Su Ming’an’s mind was still deliberating when suddenly, he heard a system prompt:

[Detecting player is making a critical decision, rerouting path...]

The pitch-black gleam twinkled, and the surrounding scenery began to dim.

The ability holders in this world all seemed to possess tremendous powers, finding this kind of spatial displacement with someone very easy.

The spatial teleportation brought significant fluctuations, and for a moment, bright white light cascaded down, causing a painful sting in his eyes. Su Ming’an squinted slightly but felt someone next to him suddenly grab his arm.

The grip was tight, as if they had seen something that stirred their emotions greatly, the force so strong it seemed to crush his bones.

Su Ming’an looked up, and quickly he understood why Chen Yang was so agitated.

He saw the teleportation light fading bit by bit, and the surrounding scene remained unchanged.

—The teleportation failed.

He had a faint premonition in his heart. After ordering Shadow to run as far as possible, he prepared to roll back time, looking ahead.

He saw a figure with their back to the light.

The air seemed to grow stagnant, and the view before him started to blur uncontrollably, as if someone was deliberately scrambling the image before his eyes. He moved his hand to his chest to settle the sudden feeling of weightlessness that rose within him, looking through the misty haze at the figure bathed in light.

An invisible pressure was descending, bit by bit. That person slowly turned around—with a motion so simple it seemed to merge with heaven and earth, yet somehow it felt out of place with the surroundings.

A strange contradiction, yet so real in its existence.

Su Ming’an felt the scene before him blur—a sense of disorientation brought on by a being from a much higher plane.

After suppressing the feeling of weightlessness in his chest, he felt an unsurprising emotion.

Holy Initiation had indeed come after all.

"...Do you want to go with him?"

The silver-eyed nightingale perched on Holy Initiation’s shoulder, looking at Su Ming’an. It asked calmly, inquiring about a question to which it seemed to know the answer:

"Join the Revolutionary Army, leave the land where you’ve grown up, and watch everyone die with you?"

Holy Initiation asked, with words that sounded like an interrogation, but the tone he uttered them in was as light as a feather.

"Holy Initiation, no one is born to be a sacrificial lamb." Chen Yang didn’t give Su Ming’an a chance to answer. He frowned and spoke firmly: "Qin Wang is never just a sacrifice, not even with the bloodline of an Evil Dragon. Remember, what we need to do isn’t to capitulate and send people to the altar generation after generation. This world has never had anything like the ’necessary sacrifices.’"

Holy Initiation’s gaze seemed to fall this way, his face obscured as if veiled in fog and not very clear, but those dead, pale grey eyes were remarkably distinct.

He watched as Chen Yang earnestly persuaded him, taking a slight step forward.

The halo gently cascaded over him as he moved.

"The world should have changed long ago; there is no method that requires sacrificing people for salvation. What Qin Wang has been doing these past years is the right path! Improving talents, changing bloodlines... everything in this world will change because of him..." Chen Yang watched him, on alert for his approach, with a gravely serious tone:

"—Listen to my words, Holy Initiation. Don’t be obstinate. As the supreme ruler, I don’t believe you can’t see this clearly.

So what if Qin Wang has the bloodline of an Evil Dragon? In contrast, wanting to get rid of him for your own selfish desires, you, who fancy yourself as a Dragon Slayer, are no different from that dragon.

This world belongs to everyone; whatever outcome we have, it’s the result of our struggles. We don’t need a lone hero, nor do we need sacrifices.

Holy Initiation, you must not, because of your shortsightedness, your stubborn rule, your desire to control the Continent... simply erase our [future]."

As Chen Yang spoke, his body grew tenser, like a cheetah ready to strike, vigilant of any action Holy Initiation might take.

He hoped his words would awaken the now completely changed leader of the Regular Army, to truly believe in Qin Wang like they did, to believe in real achievement, to believe in a future where the Continent could be changed.

...Not just eradicated for the sake of stability.

Holy Initiation’s gaze seemed to sweep over, the vision before him a jumble of color, his senses beginning to muddle.

"Are you done?" Holy Initiation suddenly asked.

"...Done." Chen Yang replied subconsciously.

"Then get lost." Holy Initiation said.

The next moment, Su Ming’an, who was steadying his view, saw the usually impressive Chen Yang being thrown out by a massive surge of holy white energy in an instant, like a rag doll casually tossed by someone, disappearing from his line of sight without any capacity to resist.

Holy Initiation retracted the hand that was releasing energy and posed the question again:

"Qin Wang, I’m asking you again,"

His eyes were like stagnant grey-white pools, yet they contained an unquestionable authority of a superior:

"...will you come back with me, to finish your experiment, or will you go with that guy from the Revolutionary Army?"

Holy Initiation reached out his hand, which seemed to be made of light itself, its lines barely distinct.

Perhaps Holy Initiation thought that by dangling the word "experiment" over Qin Wang, Qin Wang would definitely choose to return.

Even if ahead was a dead end, a cliff, an abyss, Qin Wang would dive in without looking back, because that’s what Qin Wang had always done.

Qin Wang clearly knew staying in the square meant death, regardless of whether the experiment was completed or not, his Evil Dragon bloodline still had to die, yet he still stayed and afterward fell into an endless slumber.

...But Su Ming’an was not Qin Wang.

Qin Wang was already driven to death.

"I won’t go with you," Su Ming’an said. "I will return before the completion of the experiment, but not now."

He wanted to see the reaction first.

To Su Ming’an, Holy Initiation didn’t seem that simple.

The man didn’t seem like the kind who would want to kill him out of sheer greed for personal gain.

The hand of Holy Initiation gradually withdrew.

Su Ming’an could see the other’s gaze trembled slightly as he looked over.

He felt the temperature around him drop slightly, as if an invisible cold wind was assaulting his body; the Sword of Yarman began to appear in his hand, and then, without hesitation, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the eyes of the person opposite him.

The tip of the sword reflected a silvery light under the daylight, matching the color of those eyes.

He heard the system prompt:

"Ding-dong!"

[You have declared war on the highest leader of the (Regular Army) faction.]

[Route planning completed.]

[You have entered Hidden Line · Force Line · Perfect Pass route.]

["—People should perhaps understand that there is never just one ultimate route to achieving one’s objectives."]

["Besides the necessary sacrifices, perhaps, I can find another path that eternally exists in the wasteland."]

[Perfect Pass Progress: 60%]

...

[Target BOSS (Holy Initiation · Rin) Combat Power: 9999]

[Squad (Su Ming’an, Lv Shu, Lin Yin) Combined Combat Power (combined not simply additive): 2000]

[Since squad members are not present, entering solo BOSS challenge mode), Player (Su Ming’an) Combat Power: 1370]

[Winning Probability: 0.198%]

...

[Please note: If you fail the BOSS battle, you will automatically enter Perfect Pass route · Regular Army line · Destiny line.]

...

When Su Ming’an saw the ridiculous Combat Power Value of the opponent, for a moment, he felt like retracting his sword.

But the next, he felt an invisible force surrounding him.

Like Hui Shuhang’s action against Mizushima Haru, the air around him was gradually being compressed and kneaded. The force was not strong, but it gradually became difficult for him to resist.

He teleported in an instant, seemingly using a higher level of skill granted by the system than Chen Yang’s Spatial Teleportation. After the white glow of space vanished in an instant, he was behind Holy Initiation.

Investing all his Mana Points, his great sword was immediately covered in black light, now dangerous as a black hole in appearance.

"Whoosh!"

He swiftly turned sideways, holding the sword with both hands, striking with all his strength towards the white figure, his movements swift and decisive, aiming the tip of the sword straight at the back of the opponent’s neck.

The moment he cut through the white figure, his vision suddenly whitened before him.

As if slicing through air, his sword moved without impediment along its path, and like a whirlwind, he himself was swept away.

...Not a physical body?

Su Ming’an paused, and then, he heard a "crack, crack" sound.

Ice swiftly crept up from his feet, overrunning him like ivy, and he immediately swung his sword to cut it, but couldn’t withstand its ever-increasing hardness, like stone. Its crystalline color filled his view, climbing onto his sword-wielding hand, covering the fading obliteration, everything shimmered like diamonds.

When he managed to turn his head with difficulty, he saw Holy Initiation with turned eyes, no longer hiding the sadness that shattered like stars.

He felt a warmth on his shoulder.

The bloody Pattern Mark was so familiar.

The next moment, he coughed up blood; it splashed onto the solid ice, quickly becoming a fractured piece of ruby.

The air’s firefly-like glow danced around him, intertwining blood red with bright silver, looking as beautiful as the Milky Way.

Su Ming’an put down the sword, enduring the pain, ignoring the barrage of tumultuous and frantic concerns, and began considering the next steps after this body’s death.

...The gap in combat power was too wide; he couldn’t beat the opponent at all. He had no idea where that 0.198% chance of victory came from.

He didn’t know if the death of Qin Wang’s body counted as mission failure, after all, if his consciousness transferred to the Cloning, it would be his original form. He wondered if the blood needed for the original experiment... could still count...

The blood-red Pattern Mark suddenly acted out, forcefully interrupting his thoughts.

Blood uncontrollably spread from the corner of his mouth, coldness and pain intertwined, and the painful night of his nightmare replayed in his mind.

Only this time, even Hui Shuhang wasn’t there.

He closed his eyes; inside and out, everything was cold, like a piece of solid ice thoroughly merged within, indistinguishable from inside or out.

He had become completely accustomed to this harbinger of death.

"...I originally thought you wouldn’t think this way, that you should have come back with me,"

In a daze, he heard Holy Initiation’s sigh-like voice, barely audible.

"Why... even though we’re both doing this for the world, why have things become like this between us?"

Holy Initiation continued speaking.

In his eyes, there was an ocean-like deep sorrow.

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