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Chapter 566: Chapter 563 - "He’s Here.

Across the endless sands, a figure in a black robe moved through the uneven hills.

His steps never once faltered, each one measured with precision.

After a long journey, he seemed to sense something, raising his head to hear the distant bustling of voices where the sand met the sky.

In such a silent desert, the sudden sound of voices was oddly harmonious, as if two dimensions had forcefully converged, like a collage of distinct styles.

"— Emotion Needle! 5 Kore per needle, inoculate yourself against Emotional Overload! Come and see, take a gander, the first-line product for your safety! Travelers, just ahead is the City of Measurement! Always have an Emotion Needle at hand!"

"Come and play a game of Nock (a card game), 3 Kore a game, right turn for the casino!"

"— Guide, guide, well-versed in the outer routes of the City of Measurement, taverns, lodging! Only 3 Kore for the whole day! Traveler, you surely need a guide familiar with the routes, trust me!"

"R3-type electron guns from Hawk Hound Troops! The best choice for defensive weapons, just 30 Kore, can provide you a sense of security on your travels, and over here we have day-long bodyguard rentals—!"

The loudly hawking vendors, travelers of various appearances carrying heavy loads, and hawkers pushing carts, eyes fixated on passersby like hawks...

They gathered in this medium-sized meeting place, rubbing shoulders, like converging rivers.

The vendors, mostly with sun-darkened faces and lean, bony figures, bore traces of dust and wind on their faces. Dirty cloths were spread out before them, with assortments of small commodities on display.

Mechanical products, parts, metals, syringes, and other items were laid out on the stalls, labeled with the likes of "Stable Elixirs," "R2-type Electronic Rays," "Natt-grade Metals," and so on.

The man in the black robe paused for a moment in the midst of the market, lifted his foot, and traversed the bazaar established within the desert, the light on his wrist flickering intermittently.

He stepped into a tavern at the corner of the market.

The interior decor differed from the outside, exuding an extra touch of finesse—a hexagonal room with walls built from red bricks, and small, delicate brass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm, non-blinding glow.

Inside the house, several round tables were scattered about, now unoccupied with no one sitting in the wicker chairs beside them, feeling somewhat empty. Looking up, one could notice a small latticed door diagonally opposite the main entrance, with a pattern similar to those beside the flowerbeds outside. Through the latticed door, one could see a small garden behind the tavern, lush with greenery.

Most of those drinking here were travelers with faces weathered by the elements, clashing with the tavern’s refined style. However, in the chaotic Ruined World’s Danger Zone where the risk of falling into the Otherworld was ever-present, finding a place to rest was not easy, so one couldn’t be too particular.

The man in the black robe didn’t observe much, nor did he hurry to sit, just standing by the bar.

The bearded bartender was about to greet him when with a flash of blue light, a figure appeared beside the man in the black robe.

She was a blond, blue-eyed woman with beautiful eyes shining with a hint of electric blue, dressed in a cobalt blue bodysuit, resembling a valiant warrior from a sci-fi movie.

What drew the most attention was her beautiful blonde hair, dazzling as if touched by sunlight, messily falling around her cheeks. Her skin was also very fair under the light. In fact, her whole being seemed to be carved out of white porcelain, not only beautiful but also fragile to the touch.

Streams of light ran down her shoulders, converging in her palms, forming a round spot of light as if energy flowed through her body.

The people in the bar, upon seeing the lady in blue, all lowered their voices, emitting soft exclamations.

"...Such a delicate artificial human."

"Look at that streamlined design, and the texture of her skin, at least a thousand Kore. And that’s without her having combat abilities."

"To have such an artificial human, could this man in the black robe be from the Core Area? What’s he doing in the Danger Zone?"

"The City of Measurement is just ahead, maybe he’s here to trade. No matter what... don’t treat him like an easy target. With an artificial human of this caliber, he must be equipped with plenty of triggered defensive weapons..."

After seeing the lady, the people’s previously greedy gazes were retracted. They turned their heads, reining in their predatory thoughts.

The robed figure received an exceptionally warm welcome from the bartender, while his bionic woman companion went to order a cup of coffee.

Ordering coffee in a tavern did indeed seem a bit incongruent.

Produced under the steam billowing from a mechanical contraption at the bar, a cup of coffee, which appeared to be of inferior quality, was successfully brewed.

The robed figure and his bionic woman sat opposite each other, with the man reaching out his hand—it was scarred with burns, looking somewhat purplish—to add a sugar cube to his bionic woman’s coffee.

They appeared to be a couple, and in this era, relationships between humans and bionics were not unacceptable.

After sipping her coffee, the bionic woman in blue spoke.

"He’s here," she said.

"Hmm," the robed figure did not move.

"Don’t you want some alcohol? The upcoming operation won’t be easy, and alcohol might make it more bearable," the woman in blue suggested.

"No thanks," the robed figure caressed his coffee cup, "I just find it fascinating... this feeling of ’observation,’ it makes me start pondering the essence of this world."

"There’s no need to overthink, just leave everything to the ’Dawn System.’ What you need to consider is how to lure him in there and successfully infiltrate Central City," the woman in blue said.

The robed figure bowed his head slightly, "...then I can avoid the ’Thing of Truth’s’ destiny."

"Yes," the woman in blue replied.

"Come back," the robed figure said after a moment of silence, extending his hand toward the woman in blue.

The woman in blue closed her eyes, and the next moment, she transformed into a streak of light that flowed into the man’s wrist.

The robed figure’s opposite seat was now empty.

He sighed lightly toward the unoccupied seat.

"...Goodnight," he said.

...

"—Doctor!"

Following the sound of the glass door opening, a young woman in a white lab coat came in, clutching a pillow.

Ming’an, who had just been startled by AI Xike’s "everyone wishes you dead," immediately looked up and met the young woman’s smiling eyes.

Her gaze was clear and gentle, as if she had never set foot in the profane world, resembling the rare kind of eyes that seemed to sparkle.

The moment Ming’an saw her, the system introduction popped up.

...

Name: Treya

Identity: Assistant in the "Dream Making" group, student of Yasa Acto.

She’s cheerful and optimistic, currently focused on the research of "Peace Bombs."

Persona: MSN (Emotional Type Personality)]

...

She walked over to his side and placed a pillow behind him:

"Doctor, the ’Dawn System’ seems to be close to a successful reboot. Would you like to check on it now, or..."

She glanced at Su Ming’an’s blood-stained white coat: "...or rest first?"

"I’ll go have a look," Su Ming’an said immediately.

This was a world of technology, and this ’Dawn Brain’ must be something crucial.

Treya brought him a brand-new white coat.

Her role seemed somewhat similar to that of a life assistant. Judging from Qin Shaoli’s tone earlier, she and the doctor must be quite familiar with each other.

"The Dawn Brain went into hibernation without warning a few months ago, and only recently has it almost finished rebooting." Treya carefully spread out the white coat: "The Brain updates the eight personality types with each hibernation, I wonder how many ’Second Tier Personas’ will emerge this time? Doctor, if there are suitable individuals, our ’Peace Bomb’ project might be able to advance further."

’Second Tier Personas’, ’Peace Bomb’, ’Emotional Type Personality’...

All this information left Su Ming’an bewildered.

After setting down the clothes, Treya stepped out to wait, and he seized the moment to turn to AI Xike, who had been quiet throughout.

"...Does everyone hope for my death?" he asked.

Looking at the students’ behavior, it didn’t seem like they hated him enough to wish him dead. Especially Treya, who had almost drowned him with her tenderness.

The comments in the upper right corner were shouting "giving away the game at the start," unclear what they were so happy about.

"—You’re not Dr. Acto, are you?"

It was at this moment that AI Xike suddenly said this,

Its shadow remained cast on the panel on his right wrist, but Su Ming’an felt as though its unseen gaze had locked onto him.

In the silent room, it remained motionless, waiting for his response.

"I am not," Su Ming’an admitted. As a personal AI, Xike had been in constant contact with Acto, so it would easily notice anything amiss. If he persisted in pretending, he would be exposed.

...This was the first time he had been so quickly unmasked at the beginning.

In the Fifth World, Hui Shuhang had been prepared for his arrival, and in the Seventh World, only transformed Saya and unfamiliar Nailuo were by his side, with no one caring whether he was an Otherworld visitor occupying someone else’s body.

But now, this Dr. Acto clearly had high prestige, and those around him held him in high regard. If it were discovered that he was an imposter...

The panel of AI Xike flickered momentarily.

After a short while, it actually said:

"I understand.

So, unknown visitor, how should I address you?"

Su Ming’an was taken aback by its composure for a moment.

"Please communicate with me as soon as possible, unknown visitor. I need to know your basic situation to provide you with information about the Ruined World, so you can integrate quickly." Xike continued.

"My name is..." Su Ming’an’s thoughts raced.

Considering the potential consequences of exposing his identity, he immediately said, "My name is Lv Shu."

"All right, Lv Shu," said Xike: "Please accept this information..."

As it finished speaking, a series of "dings" rang out next to Su Ming’an’s ear, and panels popped up before his eyes.

Reading through, he learned the basic information about the Ruined World.

Excessively advanced technology is not necessarily a good thing.

It breeds class rigidity and unrestricted warfare.

Decades ago, a highly advanced world turned to ruins due to uncontrolled warfare, sending humanity back to the Primitive Age overnight. The remaining humans, coming to their senses, made peace and established ten last cities, using various resources to turn these ten cities into oases amid scorched earth.

However, a scheduled life couldn’t satisfy those born from war, with cruel natures and a thirst for blood. So they made a pact, expended resources, and built the eleventh city—"Doomsday City."

Doomsday City was remotely controlled by the other ten cities. Displaced persons, beggars, criminals, and other "lower-class individuals" were driven there to vent the emotions left over from the war. Doomsday City could only create various programs according to their wishes in exchange for resources for survival. Sins were rampant, bodies and blood everywhere. The people of Doomsday City suffered in this lifestyle but could not rebel, living painfully generation after generation like beasts in a Colosseum, never knowing if they’d survive the day.

—However, during one hopeless year in Doomsday City, a genius appeared.

He created a mechanical culture that surpassed the current progress of the World. Using discarded metal resources and intelligence technologies left from the last century, he equipped the abandoned "lower-class" and forcefully struck back, forcing the other ten cities to relinquish control over "Doomsday City."

This war became known as the "Dawn War."

He ignited a war against the ten cities that suppressed them like Deities.

Using a group of discarded resources and a castaway people—he waged war against the ten overseeing entities and won in the end.

He changed the entire World.

After the war, seizing the peace negotiated from the agreement, he revamped the leftover "Dawn Brain" of the last century and established the "Eight Personality Doctrine" himself.

The "Dawn Brain" would scan each human, sorting them into eight personality types—people’s talents could thus be quantified and classified by technology, allowing everyone to quickly find their job based on their "adaptability."

"Persona" became the biggest standard for judging talent. Individuals with tendencies toward criminal personas were ostracized, while personas with favorable moral tendencies were widely accepted. This "precise" quantification allowed cities to flourish—everyone could be judged immediately for their adaptability, without fear of misplacement or mismatch of status to virtue.

Even if a talent were lost, a "Substitute" could be found through the "Persona Test" to precisely fill the void. This allowed "Doomsday City" to overtake other cities in development, becoming the most prosperous and technologically advanced city in the Wasteland.

"Doomsday City" was later renamed "City of Measurement."

Everyone here could be "precisely measured," which also drew many underappreciated travelers to the city.

The ostracized no longer had nowhere to go. Because of the "Dawn War," they turned their situation around and gained the capital for survival.

And the genius who changed everything—his name was Yasa Acto.

The City of Measurement bore his name.

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