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Chapter 569 - Five Hundred and Sixty-Six: "Doesn’t it look like... the Organizers?

Chapter 569: Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty-Six: "Doesn’t it look like... the Organizers?

Waste repair station in District 7, piles of garbage mound into small hills, a foul stench spreading.

A group of burly men in tattered clothes were sitting in a circle at the base of a metal hill, discussing something.

Among them, a man wearing a mask squeezed his fist, making a crisp "crack crack" sound:

"If you ask me, we should just charge into the City of Measurement. We’re players with Combat Power over a thousand, aren’t we? Those defense robots are only around three hundred, what’s the problem?"

Next to him, a man with a pipe in his mouth shook his head repeatedly:

"You think this instance is playing with you? Don’t assume that just because you’ve busted through the Soul Hunter Department before, you can disregard large organizations."

"Indeed. This City of Measurement, which rose to power from Doomsday City by conquering ten cities, is clearly the core of the instance’s plot; how could it be possible for us to control it." The person beside added.

The man spat out his pipe, which clanged crisply against the mountain of scrap:

"...I think we still need to play it straight and enter the City of Measurement through the proper channels."

They were all capable players, possessing a group of mercenaries living in the "Danger Zone".

They had already inquired about the basic information of the world—humankind’s technology was highly prosperous, yet living space was rapidly shrinking. This was because the space had been invaded by other dimensions, becoming chaotic and unordered, hence the establishment of so-called Safe Zones and Danger Zones.

Safe Zones were relatively safe havens built by core technology, while Danger Zones could at any time experience spatial distortion (leading to human dismemberment, obliteration from the world) and temporal chaos (if you’re lucky, you become an infant or an elderly, if not, your cells die).

They were currently in the Danger Zone, a place covered with deserts and scarce water sources, filled with discarded metal machinery rubbish. To enter the more secure Safe Zone, the City of Measurement was the best target.

"...Other cities repel outsiders; we definitely can’t enter those, we can only enter the City of Measurement." A dark-skinned man with a face full of greasepaint spoke, "But I heard that entering the City of Measurement requires the implantation of some Dawn Chip, which will test our emotional states and personality types. Doesn’t sound like something good."

"Not something good? That is worshipped like a deity by the residents of the City of Measurement, the Dawn System."

"Isn’t it weird, why should a person be generalized based on a mechanical determination of data? Couldn’t an inferior personality still become a successful person?"

"Who knows, the fervor of the region is something we outsiders can’t understand. Just like the Dome of the Eighth World, isn’t that also a bunch of lunatics who blindly worship deities? Here in the Ninth World, it has simply shifted from worshiping deities to worshiping technology."

"Worshipping technology...? That sounds interesting."

"I heard this Dawn System was modified by a person named Acto, the creator of the eight personality types theory. Amazing, just some guy coming out of Doomsday City could conquer ten cities with a bunch of discarded trash. If we could meet him, we might trigger many hidden quests."

"This must be the ’Ming’an’ version of the Otherworld. The strongest of all and the one who sets the rules for personalities."

"Ah? Hahaha, Ming’an still falls short, right? At most, he’s a player who knows how to play; having him lead us to beat the Organizers is a pipe dream. Maybe he’ll end up like that Herbert who abandoned his player status, unable to resist the temptations of the Organizers. After all, we’re all human; who can be completely free from such worldly desires..."

"Yeah, I’d like to believe in him too, but I don’t have a mind-reading machine, what if he’s setting us up..."

"Gurgle gurgle..."

A few of the people sitting atop the mound of scrap started chatting, not noticing a spherical little bear explosive that silently rolled to their feet.

Three, two, one...

"Boom—!!"

A violent roar erupted, followed by a blast wave that surged upwards.

Shards of glass, mechanical fragments, rocks, metal, and other debris shot into the sky, accompanied by blinding flames and several screams. Those still in conversation were completely engulfed by the explosive firelight.

"—Players are attacking us!"

Someone immediately put up Defense Skills to resist, but several little bear explosives fell from the sky like petals scattered by celestial maidens.

The explosive shaped like a little bear carried a trace of eerie cuteness.

The bear-shaped explosive swelled and burst, tearing flesh apart; flames shot into the sky, and a pipe, nearly melted by the intense heat, rolled down from the metallic hill, leaving a trail of black oil.

Several charred bodies lay on the dust-covered metal heap. The strong men had been completely annihilated.

A woman with sandy blonde hair emerged from behind the ruins, retracting the bear-shaped bomb in her hand.

Her arms and face bore distinct old wounds, with vicious purple lacerations ripping through her skin, giving her the appearance of a demon.

Wearing flat shoes, she turned to look at the blond youth who was slowly walking out from the side.

"Hey, your explosives are too powerful; these bodies are somewhat incomplete," the blond youth frowned slightly.

"Why do you want the bodies? And the ones with strong abilities? Aren’t the inferior personas from the shelters enough for you?" the woman asked.

The blond youth’s fingers trembled, and several threads pulled at the bodies.

"I just... need the bodies to learn something," he lifted his head, his dim black and white vision preventing him from seeing the scars on the sandy blonde woman’s face; his world had become entirely black and white.

His lips curved up slightly, his heartbeat racing faster than usual. No one knew how thrilled he was after entering this world—it was as if it were made just for him, where he could break through the technological barriers and learn the knowledge that was otherwise restricted by the World Game.

Mechanics, biochemistry, artificial intelligence...

He squatted down, his fingers caressing the metal heap that had now become scrap. The technology of the Ruined World was centuries ahead of Zhai Xing. Those metal heaps regarded as trash by others were treasures to him. If he could gain access to a biochemical laboratory and further his knowledge, then his gene modification project...

"The next step... is to go to the City of Measurement," Noel murmured.

"To enter the City of Measurement, you must implant a Dawn Chip, and your every move will be monitored by the Dawn System. If you are judged as an inferior persona, you might even lose your human rights," the woman said.

"I have to go... I need to meet that most brilliant Dr. Acto; I need his biochemical knowledge..." Noel said.

"Dr. Acto is in the Core Area of the City of Measurement—Central City," the woman said. "If you want to meet him, you must participate in the selection process of the Caius Tower. The selection is deadly; I don’t want you to take part."

"I must go," Noel said.

"Why are you so insistent?"

"A group of abandoned people, a pile of discarded metal technology... armed by that doctor, turned around and defeated the ten cities oppressing them. I admire him," Noel said. "And in my eyes, aren’t those ten cities, which watch over Doomsday City for entertainment like gods, very much like..."

Very much like... the Organizers?

He swallowed his words just as he was about to speak them.

He had to go to the City of Measurement.

In the instance involving ten thousand Players, everyone would converge towards the City of Measurement. Many of them had the quest to "participate in the selection process of the Caius Tower, enter Central City."

Dr. Acto was their core.

Everyone wanted to see him.

Of course, constrained by their identities and different quests—some wanted to get close to him, others wanted to kill him.

...

...

"—Has the food delivery arrived yet? I’m starving to death."

"I’m not a criminal, let me out, let me out!"

"Just kill me... I’ve wanted to die for so long, I’m disgusted by this world,"

"Hehe, hehehe, Dad, Mom..."

Inside the prison separated by layers of glass, a group of people wearing iron hoops were huddled together.

Their foul and abusive language was mixed, making anyone who heard it frown and shake their heads, further confirming that this was a group of potential criminals.

But in fact, if the world hadn’t driven them to this, who would harbor such extreme mindsets?

People are not unaware of these reasons, but containing these individuals indeed greatly reduced crime. As long as the outcome was good, the process was not important.

Inside the detention center, the loudspeaker on the wall repeated a gentle female voice, "Please maintain a positive mindset, dear detainees, and strive to cultivate good personas..."

"Please maintain a healthy mood, dear detainees, and stay away from emotional overload..."

The harmonious female voice repeated this over and over. The detention center was like a psychiatric hospital; it also tried to pull those with inferior personas back through regular psychological counseling, medicinal treatments, and other means.

After all, a persona was just a manifestation of human temperament and ability, which could be subtly altered.

Today, Detention Center No. 3 welcomed a group of psychological counselors, all of whom were excellent MSNs (emotion-driven personas) with language that was highly emotionally infectious.

Among the counselors was a young man with a somewhat stiff expression.

Sitting in front of potential criminals to provide psychological counseling, the young man could barely say a word.

"Uh." Lv Shu struggled for a while before saying to the fierce-looking potential criminal opposite him, "Improve yourself."

He didn’t understand why he had become a psychological counselor. He believed he was only emotionally charged when cursing at Edward, and otherwise as quiet as a quail.

As expected, the criminal was not moved by him and even mocked, "With that skill, you’re still a psychological counselor? I think there’s something wrong with the Dawn System."

After being ridiculed, Lv Shu left in silence, his only desire now was to find Su Ming’an.

He was currently in the Central District of the City of Measurement, very close to Central City.

He suspected that Su Ming’an was most likely around Dr. Aceto in Central City, or was Aceto himself. But Central City had been sealed off; unless involved in the selection for Caius Tower, no one else could enter, no matter how high their status.

He left the detention center—the environment there was somewhat suffocating, too oppressive, too dark. It was like there was always a layer of black mist pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

Just as he was about to rest against the wall for a while, he saw an ordinary-looking man with a gentle pace approach him.

"... Shh, I am Lu." the man whispered, "There’s something wrong with this parallel instance; there are too many high-end players."

"Hmm... It should be a problem with balance, needing high-end players to maintain the balance of power between the two sides," Lv Shu instantly understood the other’s meaning.

"Yes, the selection for Caius Tower is also along my mission route, and I think most players are," Lu said, "We need to discuss the situation of this instance, but we have to be discrete. We are all people from the City of Measurement with Dawn Chips implanted, and the Dawn System is monitoring us at all times, remember not to say anything too extreme..."

...

In a dark room, Su Ming’an stood in front of a bed, pinching a piece of paper in his hand.

Written clearly on the paper was the ending Aceto had arranged for himself.

[MBT (Yasa Acto)

Identity: Myself

Recommended Death Ending: Become Dawn.]

...

He looked at this line of text, puzzled by what "Becoming Dawn" meant.

Suddenly, he felt as though someone’s gaze was upon him.

A system notification sounded:

"Ding-dong!"

[You have gained a clue to the perfect pass, and the related perfect completion route will now start for you.]

[AI (Xike), is initiating a temporary call with you. Please don’t show any unusual expressions.]

...

Su Ming’an immediately kept his expression calm and slowly folded the piece of paper.

Xike’s voice poured into his brain.

...

[Doctor, it’s 9:35 PM, the Dawn System has completed its self-update and will soon awaken.]

[This is the weakest three minutes of the Dawn System’s surveillance network; it won’t hear our conversation. Please remember everything I’m about to tell you. After this, there will be no more chances for private conversations as we are all being monitored by it.]

...

Xike’s voice did not sound in the air as usual, nor did it turn into a panel unfolding before his eyes, but spoke to him in a very secretive manner.

It was clear that Xike intended to keep the following words hidden from the soon-to-awaken "Dawn System."

...

"Ding-dong!"

Before Xike could finish speaking, Su Ming’an heard another system notification.

[You have come into contact with a clue to the perfect pass (The Ninth World is an open world with tens of thousands of perfect completion paths).]

[You, as a Fourth Rank Ruler, will be provided with six of the most suitable perfect pass route suggestions.]

...

[TE1· "Pioneer Immortality, Eternal Dawn" (Ascend "Caius Tower," reboot the Dawn System)]

[TE2· "The Evil Dragon Enters Her Heart" (Max out "Dong An’an’s" favorability — experience all plot with her, cannot use Ruler’s Skill to forcibly increase)]

[TE3· "Goodbye, the Fire in Your Burning Eyes" (Help the gang leader "Che Kylstia" break into Central City)]

[TE4· "Shepherd of Utopia" (Perfectly construct the Dawn System)]

[TE5· "Her, Him and You on the Screen" (Fulfill AI Xike’s wish)]

[TE6· "Darling, Don’t be Afraid in the Dark Night" (Marry Teresa)]

...

[Perfect Completion Progress: 5%]