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Chapter 581: Chapter 578: "I wish you to die for the future of the City of Measurement.

After the sound of particle collision passed, the vision filled with blood-red luminescence as the helicopter’s body shook violently, with the surrounding temperature rising rapidly.

...The helicopter was about to explode.

Realizing that he couldn’t break through Su Ming’an’s defensive shield, Kaskining Feiluo’s first choice was to blow up the helicopter intentionally, intending to perish together with Yasa Acto in the explosion.

In the bloody glow, Feiluo spread his arms, the stars on his shoulders and the gold emblem representing the deputy leader of the Hawk Hound Army shone brightly. He closed his deep eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, as if he was enjoying the noble sense of honor that came with his self-destructive act.

This act of perishing with a "great enemy", representing a "sacrificial" noble spirit, the method of burning oneself to destroy the foe, excited him immensely in the last phase of his life. He felt as if he attained the significance of a martyr.

"...For humanity. I will kill this great foe, standing in the way of humanity’s future—Yasa Acto."

He extended his arms, his voice almost wistful: "The City of Measurement, having weathered multiple generations, has now lost its reason for existence—the old must be overthrown, and it’s only such measures that can deter those cowards who have lost their vigor and awaken those ignorant and superficial conservatives.

I am willing to be the pioneer who eradicates this scourge—heroes should step aside for the advancement of history.

For the history of humanity, for the future of the city-state, for more resources for survival and the much-desired freedom and strength... you should understand my decision, Lord of Acto City."

Feiluo gazed at Su Ming’an in the wheelchair, the flaming red light already rising behind him, like a blooming firework.

He removed his military cap, flipped it upwards, and bowed slightly to Su Ming’an:

"...I hope you can die for the future of the City of Measurement, City Lord.

May the glory of humanity last forever."

Su Ming’an remained motionless, his defensive shield completely surrounding him.

His pure human, gray eyes reflected shadows of a row upon row of cold machines, with not a trace of stirred emotion.

In the oppressive air, everything seemed to fall into a twisted state, the cold machines in front of him started to distort and blur, with the firelight gradually filling his vision. The violent shaking transmitted to the wheelchair, he gripped the armrests, his eyes slightly closed.

"You would rather perish with the aircraft... just to kill me." he said, "...That really is ’noble’."

He knew that Feiluo’s readiness to die with him indicated that Feiluo had long been aware of what he was getting into.

Feiluo’s actions did not stem from a desire for profit or personal ambition.

—He was truly "sacrificing" for the greater good, ready to meet his end together with Acto.

But the most terrifying thing was precisely this kind of self-proclaimed noble "sacrifice".

—Everyone is well-intentioned, yet it is these exact intentions that can lead to the most horrifying outcomes.

Kaskining Feiluo was a qualified MAN (morally-conscious) persona, and Su Ming’an’s assessment of him was not wrong at all; he indeed possessed a strong sense of justice and morality and was willing to "sacrifice" himself unhesitatingly for a vision of the future.

...But that didn’t mean he was always suited to be a leader.

Without the support of passionate emotions and a fervent ruling structure, such a leadership class that couldn’t see through the gray, forever carrying a noble and just facade... couldn’t last long. It would inevitably backfire due to its own rigidity and the overly cold and standardized methods of those in power.

Gradually, Su Ming’an realized that the type-eight persona governance of Yasa Acto... was indeed a terrifying city-state management method.

—It made the blind believers more credulous, the fools more lucid, revived the "barbarism" peculiar to a Utopia that couldn’t die, leading pioneers to die from internal strife.

When the voices that clamored for an idealized world became absolute, no awakener could cross social classes to expose it. As long as the evildoers didn’t regard their actions as evil, believing them to be luminous methods for a radical change, the Dawn System could not judge them.

The wrongdoers could even take pride in it, as long as they acknowledged it in their hearts.

Just like a saying by Nietzsche—

...

[Mankind is like a tree, the higher it reaches for the light, the deeper its roots penetrate into the darkness, the depth, into evil.]

...

Good and evil walk together.

Right and wrong, it turns out, are determined solely by human "emotion," while machines have only the right to measure data, not the subjective right to make judgments.

This is a fatal problem.

...

Su Ming’an extended his hand.

Even though he was merely sitting in a wheelchair, even though he was obstructed by rows of cold and towering robots, his gaze was firmly locked on Philo, who stood behind the machines.

"—You indeed will not hear the future generations’ commentary, Philo," he said, "I hereby issue you a High Tower Invitation."

Philo was briefly stunned.

The next moment, a brilliant azure radiance spread out, forming a dome-shaped barrier that completely enveloped the two of them.

In the cabin, red lights flashed in an instant, the temperature rose, and the body of the machine trembled violently as if struck by an earthquake—

...

"Boom—!!!"

...

Su Rin lifted his head, and in his field of vision, a helicopter in the sky plummeted rapidly, disintegrating in a blaze of explosive flames.

Rows of Hawk Hound soldiers equipped with battle mechanical arms and firearms immediately noticed the commotion in the sky, activating the bionic soldiers stationed within the Second Ring District.

Under the coordination of the central command system, they quickly locked in on the helicopter’s model, passengers, takeoff reason, landing target, and the possible crash vicinity.

Su Rin squinted his eyes, listening to the uniform footsteps that passed by on the street.

"I sense a familiar presence, the person in the sky is Su Ming’an," remarked the little AI on his shoulder.

"We don’t need to join this fray," Su Rin turned his head, "Now that everyone’s attention is drawn by him, it’s an excellent opportunity for us to make a move... Since the Dawn System isn’t the all-knowing ’Deity’ here and is instead tied down by Ta Wei’s invasion, this is our chance."

He donned his felt hat, concealing his dazzling fiery red hair, and disappeared into the darkness between the alleys.

...

In the silent underground laboratory, a blonde Noel gazed at the experimental bed before him.

Just like a butcher expertly dissecting an animal, the scalpel in his hand sliced through the body of the subject on the bed, sectioning it into small pieces.

The subject, a bionic human without the sensation of pain and devoid of human rights, was a resource obtained for experimentation, as a type-two personality MAT (Philosophical Persona), he had such privileges.

His white gloves gradually became stained with crimson, with numerous transparent threads woven around him like a spider’s web, delivering small items such as silver needles and tweezers to his hands in a timely manner.

After a while, when the bed was soaked with blood, he ceased his work, a contemplative look flashing through his eyes.

"...We really need actual human bodies for this; bionic imitations just aren’t good enough." He frowned, "But if we experimented on living people, we’d draw a whole lot of criticism from viewers.

To conduct such experiments, I haven’t streamed in a long time... Damn it, still have to consider their sensibilities.

Humanity is beyond saving; at times like this, they still place morality at the top of the pyramid, when clearly it’s a thing less important than life and racial survival. Couldn’t they demand it after civilization has advanced? Instead, at this time of crisis, they’re pointing fingers inward... What a nauseating bunch of hypocritical guardians."

He took off his white gloves and threw them to the ground with a "snap", splattering blood on his dark high-top boots.

As he turned, he heard a gentle knock at the door, "Ya Heng, there’s been a major incident in the Second Ring District."

"What happened?" Noel looked down, washing his hands.

Outside the door, a woman with beige hair walked in slowly, her lips painted a vivid blood red.

"...Hmm? On your collar..." the woman pointed at his neckline: "It’s all blood."

Noel glanced down and saw nothing but a grey-white expanse in his view.

"Sorry, I can’t see that color." He said with a smile, "Keep going, what happened?"

"Someone seems to have seen the sudden arrival of the Lord of Acto City...[Eden]has already gone to greet him at first notice." The woman said.

Noel’s mind tightened as he glanced at his teammates’ chat channel; Su Ming’an hadn’t sent any message.

...At times like this, if there had been no prior notification, it meant that Su Ming’an was either in combat or in some special status that prevented him from sharing information.

Something’s gone wrong.

He quickly slid open the glass door and strode out.

...

The duel barrier of the High Tower Invitation spread, enveloping Su Ming’an and Philo. With a loud bang, the helicopter completely disintegrated and they plummeted from the sky.

Philo glanced once at the High Tower Invitation Shield enveloping him, as if he understood something.

"...Thinking to evade the explosion and the fall with this." Philo spoke: "Impossible, City Lord."

He twirled the pistol in his hand, aiming the muzzle at his temple.

With a gunshot, blood splattered, and the highly respected Deputy Leader of the Hawk Hound closed his deep-set eyes.

...He had chosen to end his own life with a bullet.

As he let go, the pistol fell straight down, his body losing strength as it plummeted, like a swirling leaf.

With one party deceased, the High Tower Invitation Shield immediately collapsed.

The wind rushed in as Su Ming’an’s lab coat flapped violently in the fierce wind. Squinting against the pressure of the descent, it bore down on his fragile body.

"Xike."

Gazing at the helicopter transformed into flames above and the powerless, uniform-clad corpse of Philo falling, his tone was flat:

"...They really are determined to kill me."

A blue light flashed, and the image of Xike emerged on his right wrist. She looked on with her calm sea-blue eyes, not speaking, just silently watching him through the screen.

After the Dawn System awakened, even it could no longer speak a word of truth from the heart to him.

Su Ming’an didn’t look at Xike; his attention was completely focused on the height of his fall.

He controlled the wheelchair, which ejected gas from beneath, attempting to stabilize in the air.

Even so, his altitude continued to plummet rapidly.

The attempt to assassinate by Philo was naturally not as simple as a helicopter self-destructing; the chip-shaped object he crushed before his death caused the wheelchair to become extremely uncontrollable. Who knows who provided him with such advanced suppressive technology.

"Boom—!"

Aboard the wheelchair, the azure defense shield flickered wildly, and the red defense value numbers kept jumping. To ensure Su Ming’an’s death, Philo had taken the helicopter to an extremely high altitude, the damage value from the fall exponentially increasing.

A mouthful of fresh blood was caught in Ming’an’s throat; his body shook violently, the wheelchair underneath him rolled to the side and was then forcefully stabilized by Xike. He clenched the armrest, subconsciously trying to move his legs, but his body was frozen in the seat.

...This body is too fragile.

In such a critical moment, unable to move at all.

The ground was indented with two deep tracks from where the wheelchair’s wheels had smashed down. He couldn’t help but vomit a mouthful of blood, opening his eyes to a world tinted in dark, crimson hues.

Having survived the intense explosion and plummeting from the thousand-meter-high sky, the defense shield on his person had slammed down to less than a thousand points, and his mana points were also depleted.

His fall occurred in the Second Ring District, in the eastern area, all around were intensely saturated neon lights and dark alleys, intricate and complex, with the streets full of traces of metal and iron chariots.

In front of him, there was already a circle upon circle of people with guns at the ready, their shoulders bearing shining badges.

Leading them was the executor from Eden, Molite Snow, with deep-set eyes and a stern face. He held a mechanical cane, dressed in a pure white uniform with two rows of golden buttons, accompanied by his bionic wife.

From afar, atop high-rise buildings, among the attics, and even on tree branches... shadows flickered in and out of view, possibly players acting in the shadows, having noticed this scene.

A helicopter strictly following protocol had suddenly exploded, crashing down in the tightly sealed Second Ring District, which was enough to alert the rulers here.

Su Ming’an straightened his wildly disheveled hair in the wind, noticing that the front of his clothes was once again stained with blood.

He glanced at the precarious defense shield and took the initiative to remove it.

His appearance, was clearly exposed to everyone’s view.

Not far away, the squad from "Feng City" that had just entered the Second Ring District watched the scene, with their captain, Wang Si, lurking in the darkness, holding a sniper rifle that shone with a blindingly brilliant purple glow.

It was a Purple Grade sniper rifle.

In today’s times, when players on the leaderboard could hardly possess a Purple Grade weapon each, one such sniper rifle could ensure a kill with every shot.

"...Who is that?" Wang Si’s pupils contracted, showing the likeness of an eagle eye, as he had already made out the appearance of the figure falling from afar, like a deity descending in a wheelchair.

"Should we try to assassinate?" Beside him stood a teammate, Hou Li, wearing a poufy dress and holding a Lolita parasol. Her skirt was not a hindrance, hidden beneath it was a real handheld cannon, capable of blowing away an attacker from eight hundred meters away.

Their squad had always relied on their "sniping" strength to conduct preliminary investigations before choosing a target for assassination, joining the faction opposed to theirs, in order to earn a significant amount of contribution value.

They had already joined the organization "The Key", advocating for harmonious coexistence between humans and Ta Wei, and their panel showed a "Faction Contribution Leaderboard". If they could assassinate a high-end character from the City of Measurement’s side and escape using a teleportation prop, they would reap substantial rewards.

"Let’s observe for a moment," said Wang Si cautiously.

The next moment, he suddenly regretted not firing his gun to assassinate the wheelchair-bound figure immediately.

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