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Chapter 582: Chapter 579: "......What are you doing.

In the sight of everyone, the ready army suddenly holstered their guns at the same moment.

The leading figure, Molite Snow, an Elder Executor of "Eden" holding a high status above all, removed his cap, bowing slightly to the man in the wheelchair.

"Welcome to inspect the Second Ring District, City Lord," Molite Snow said in a grave voice, "As you can see, everything in the City of Measurement is prospering. Please follow me to the Eden Union Pavilion in the Second Ring District, where I will arrange the inspection itinerary for you."

Su Ming’an’s serious expression relaxed slightly—fortunately, it seemed that "Eden" had not been infiltrated.

"Eden" was responsible for adjusting Artificial Intelligence and overseeing the Type Eight Persona Tests and was the most valued by Acto, almost serving as Acto’s personal guard. If "Eden" had fallen...

That would be a big problem.

"Protect the City Lord well," Snow waved his hand, and the cyborg army surrounded Su Ming’an tightly, "You come with me to change your clothes, and I will report the inspection itinerary to the Dawn System. Regarding the helicopter explosion, we are already investigating; surveillance will verify at the first opportunity. If this wasn’t an individual act by Kaskining Feiluo, it might involve much more. I believe Dawn will grant Hawk Hound a thorough Persona rectification..."

Snow’s tone was very gentle; the elderly man smiled kindly, like a gentleman’s old butler.

Enveloped in layers of protection, Su Ming’an sensed no danger or hostility. Even the players lurking in the shadows were being targeted and driven away by unmanned drones in the air.

In the distance, the sharp-shooting team from Feng City quickly withdrew; they could no longer succeed in sniping within such tight security.

"Gurgle gurgle—" A slight friction sound came from the wheelchair, Su Ming’an opened his carried medicine box, and took out a pill, slightly relaxing.

Suddenly, he felt someone approaching him.

Then, a folded piece of paper was thrown from behind, seemingly intended for him.

Before Su Ming’an could reach out to catch it, Snow waved his hand, and red rays shot out from his fingers, destroying the paper.

Su Ming’an turned his head and saw a young man in a uniform, resembling a member of Eden, already restrained by the surrounding cyborgs, his limbs pinned down.

It was this young man who had quietly thrown the paper at him, but unfortunately, it was intercepted midway.

"Do not trust them! City Lord! Do not trust them—!!"

The young man was shouting hoarsely, his face turning red as he tried to convey his message and now could only use his voice to scream.

"City Lord! The Second Ring District has fallen—do not trust anyone, you are the only pure human left, even Molite—mmph mmph!!"

The young man’s mouth was gagged.

Like a chicken grabbed by the neck, the young man was instantly subdued by the surrounding cyborgs, struck hard with a punch, falling unconscious, and was dragged away like a corpse.

The people around exchanged glances, making way for the unconscious young man to be dragged away.

Su Ming’an’s hand paused on the medicine box, he glanced at Snow beside him, who continued to smile benignly.

"Who is this spy that infiltrated?" Snow squinted his eyes, "Sorry to alarm you, City Lord, please disregard this minor interruption, let’s head to the Union Pavilion. There is a meeting of the Eden Executives tonight, and we kindly ask for your guidance..."

"... Okay." Su Ming’an glanced back once more, the young man had been completely dragged down and disappeared.

He furrowed his brow slightly.

... It seemed that even Eden had fallen, even going so far as to have someone pay with their life to send him a warning.

Before officially entering the City of Measurement, Su Ming’an had never thought he would face such a dire situation.

In the City of Measurement, the three major organizations, [Hawk Hound] planned to assassinate him, [Eden] clearly showed signs of Ta Wei’s invasion. Only the [Sanctuary], which advocated distancing from mechanics and pursuing harmonious coexistence between humans and nature, like a church, remained unclear in their stance.

Many people within the city had also been bewitched by the Ta Wei invasion, believing he was an obstacle to the city-state’s future...

... Where could he go now?

Back to Central City?

Was Central City the only safe place?

In Central City, his assistant Qin Shaoli, Treya, Xu Dong, Dong Xu, and others held great respect and friendliness towards him, and the laboratory he started in seemed like the warmest and kindest place.

Since he left Central City through spatial transition, all he had seen was malice.

Even after changing clothes in the lounge of the Union Pavilion, Su Ming’an was still pondering over these issues.

He faced the mirror, adjusting the golden disc buttons on his chest, his reflection clad in a black wool embroidered dress suit, draped with a cape-like open chest outer garment.

He came to understand why Acto always liked to wear a white lab coat, convenient for changing and spot cleaning, especially if one coughed up blood, which could be immediately noticed. If he wore such complex clothing, undressing every day would be a huge task.

He faced the mirror, staring into his own deep, pure gray eyes.

"Yasa Acto..." he muttered to himself, as if deeply invoking the name for the first time.

When he first entered the instance, he thought this character was similar to Qin Wang, the kind of hero who sacrifices himself to save the world. But he gradually realized that Acto was not as purely good as Qin Wang. The doctor harbored fog-like darkness and bizarre thoughts in his heart, even cruel enough to set up fatal endings for everyone, treating lives as indifferently as one would ants.

Lately... he found himself increasingly unable to understand Acto. This being, loathed by the common folk under the sinister invasion of Ta Wei, what exactly was Yasa Acto’s ultimate purpose? Merely to obtain the Dawn Code and shut down the invaded Dawn System?

He faced the mirror, staring into his own eyes, as if falling into two bottomless deep pools, prompting an unusual sensation to rise up his spine, as if those eyes reflected someone else, not himself.

He reached out, impulsively wanting to touch his own eyes, but as his eyelashes trembled slightly, a fleeting clarity crossed his eyes, and he dismissed such a strange thought.

He suddenly straightened up, shifting his gaze, always feeling that another person was silently watching him. This eerie sensation of being spied on made him feel uncontrollably uneasy.

... Why, when looking at his own eyes, was there a feeling of being watched by someone else.

He turned his head, just in time to see the silhouette of Adou, which had stood up on his left wrist.

Its white shadow was fixed on the screen, watching him like a ghost.

"... What are you doing?" Su Ming’an said.

"I always feel that if I don’t come out and say something, my presence will be overshadowed by Xike, that little sprite," Acto said seriously.

"You weren’t this active awhile ago," Su Ming’an said.

"That’s because there was no competition," Acto said, "At the end of this instance, you will definitely be obsessed with Xike and full of admiration, then you will use the Ruler’s Skill and special Props to save it, and I will become a secondary character or a substitute, becoming very inconspicuous... I want to be a prophet once, guess right and stab me."

"Next time, have Doctor Xu implant less World Forum rhetoric in you." Su Ming’an straightened his collar and wheeled himself out.

Brilliant sunlight poured into his eyes.

On his right wrist, displayed on the screen, the golden-haired, blue-eyed Xike, slightly smiling.

...

"—City Lord, as you can see, the City of Measurement is thriving now, everyone has found their suitable job," they said.

"—We enforce a strict 957 system, employees have ample time off work to relax, whether it’s to enrich themselves, add competitiveness, or to indulge in leisure activities, filling their free time, it’s a good choice and a way to enhance the happiness of the residents, satisfying people’s work life..."

On the wide street that could accommodate three Mechanics chariots side by side, Snow and Su Ming’an inspected the situation of the Second Ring District together.

The street was packed with colorful neon lights and densely woven wires like water snakes, and massive billboards seemed to grow out of the buildings with an alien-like artistic style.

The overall color of the street was dark gray, like a city built of coal and tar.

To Su Ming’an’s surprise, there were still some elements like those from Dragon Country, some bionic people wearing clothes similar to cheongsams, even hanging lanterns around, this kind of quaint style oddly mixed with the cyberpunk style.

The passersby were generally plump and rosy, living conditions much better than in The Fringe.

"—Today’s City of Measurement no longer displays the desolate, decadent scene of Doomsday City, even the scarce survival resources, are first supplied to the ’suitable ones,’ maximizing resource allocation."

"—What you have brought us is the beautiful situation of ’using people to their best abilities,’ even if someone quits their job for personal reasons, the Dawn System will immediately arrange a suitable replacement, each one of us, as if a part of a great machine, everything we do is making this great machine run more accurately, more perfectly, here, everyone has found their life’s meaning..."

The adjutant, Glori, went on and on about the "glory" of the Second Ring District, the surrounding prosperity seemingly corroborating his words.

"... That’s really wonderful, it seems all I’ve done is valuable," Su Ming’an said.

Not mentioning the recent brave reminder from that young person, Eden now displayed a humble and respectful attitude towards him, showing no flaws.

Behind him, a beautiful bionic female was pushing his wheelchair, their inspection team moved along the bustling street, observing what seemed to be happy smiles on every passerby’s face.

"—Please, please! Give me this job!" they begged.

Suddenly, from a nearby brick building, a piercing shout broke the calm like a rock into water.

A middle-aged man was pushed out of the building, along with his old suitcase and briefcase.

"My emotion level is still in the yellow zone, not dangerous! I can keep my emotions stable, I won’t commit any crimes, my whole family needs me to support them, please, I haven’t done anything wrong at work—"

The middle-aged man, despite his age, cried with snot and tears flowing equally. Snow frowned slightly, took the lead, and planned to guide Su Ming’an around this neighborhood to avoid that street.

"Wait a minute." Su Ming’an raised his hand, wanting to see what was happening.

As he raised his hand, the inspecting team came to an immediate halt.

"The system has determined that your recent emotions have been very unstable," an impatient voice emerged from a stone building nearby. "Don’t linger here, the system has already removed your job, begging me won’t help, I don’t have the authority to change it. If you continue to cause a scene here, your emotion level will rise to the red zone, and if you’re arrested, don’t blame me for not warning you."

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

The middle-aged man, still holding his worn briefcase, stood blankly at the door, unsure of where to go.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he noticed the team on the street, whether it was Snow in the high-end Eden uniform and her aide Gloire, or Su Ming’an sitting in a wheelchair adorned with an embroidered cape, they all looked like important figures.

His heart raced as he clenched his teeth, clutching his briefcase and moving swiftly toward them, seeking help from these dignitaries, wasn’t the purpose of the City of Measurement to ensure everyone’s happiness?

He had a wife and a young daughter recently deemed a substandard persona at home. He needed a stable job. Recently, his mother’s death had provoked dark, extreme emotions, leading to his assessment as being on the brink, but given the chance, given the room to adjust... he could do well, his family still needed him.

"Excuse me, hello, my name is Pulitzer Jemming..." The middle-aged man’s face flushed and his heart beat faster, his eyes immediately drawn to Su Ming’an, the man in the wheelchair, clearly surrounded and protected, and also seemingly kind.

"Hello..." Su Ming’an spoke.

The middle-aged man heard a response from him, his heartbeat surged instantly, overwhelmed by a fierce joy at the thought of escaping his incomeless plight.

At that moment, his emotion level finally exceeded its previous threshold.

"Bang!"

A gunshot sounded.

A crow perched on a dark oil lamp called out hoarsely, flapping its wings up to the eaves.

Beneath the oil lamp, a needle flickering with blue light lodged in the middle-aged man’s neck, his eyes rolled back as he was enveloped in electric light and passed out.

The bionic person responsible for security withdrew their gun.

"Emotion level of this individual has entered the red zone, commence temporary containment," another bionic person consulted a black monitoring device resembling a walkie-talkie.

Su Ming’an watched as the middle-aged man was dragged away and heard the gentle voice of an elderly person nearby.

"That was really dangerous," Snow said. "How could we let someone with emotional overload get so close to the City Lord?"

"Yes, we will be more careful next time," the aide immediately admitted fault.

Watching the two of them play good cop, bad cop, a sense of foreboding grew inside Su Ming’an.

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