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Chapter 583: Chapter 580: "Lick it.

Next, Su Ming’an encountered many special circumstances.

In the Second Ring District, inferior personalities were discriminated against like pigs and dogs, only able to take low status jobs, and without effort, they would be branded with the crimes of "dereliction" and "lack of city-state honor."

Immigrants from the Fringe, to prevent emotional overload, abused mind-suppressing drugs, becoming like a group of drug addicts.

Private trafficking of various drugs caused emotional testing to become even more chaotic, and there were even acts of deliberately causing emotional overload in others to frame their coworkers.

The procession demanding equality of personality, holding signs, was arrested and shot by the bionic army.

A young girl, aspiring to be an artist with a wonderful voice, was identified as an MST-type personality and had to become the intelligence agent she hated most. When she saw the patrol team, she rushed up like a madwoman, wanting to cling to Su Ming’an’s legs, begging him for a chance to pursue art, yet she was arrested due to emotional overload.

"Please... I want to sing, I sing very well, I have always loved singing since I was young... Please give me a chance, ’adaptability’ doesn’t mean everything, I can live well without being an intelligence agent..." she cried out, yet she wept as she was hit by a tranquilizer dart.

...These situations, which normally might not appear for several months, were now rapidly unfolding before Su Ming’an’s eyes.

And it all peaked when an assassin, strapped with a suicide bomb, lunged at him like a desperate drown victim.

Seeing the manic and despairing smile on the face of the suicide bomber, Su Ming’an felt that sudden, overwhelming desire for destruction welling up inside him, as if a hand was tearing apart his chest from within, causing an extremely intense psychological pain.

... What a terrible city.

... What terrible residents.

He felt an intense disgust and helplessness emerging from the bottom of his heart.

Logically speaking, it was hard for the World Replica to affect his emotions, as normally, his rationality would firmly supress his sensibility.

But at this moment, strangely enough, he sincerely felt sorrow and depression for the cries of this world.

... This was very wrong.

The residual effects of Acto’s body... it shouldn’t have gone this far.

A burst of flame exploded before his eyes, and he closed his eyes, his eyelids blocking the glaring light, while the azure wheelchair’s shield protected him thoroughly. The suicide assassin, who made himself fuel, didn’t even damage his cloak in the slightest.

"Find out what happened," Snow instructed, his expression looking grim.

A City Lord being targeted for assassination in his controlled area, even if unharmed, could not escape responsibility. This was practically a slap in his face.

But as Su Ming’an watched Snow’s grim expression, he felt it was all an act.

An act staged for him to see.

He snapped the medicine box closed in his hand, already very alert.

At the conclusion of the patrol, during the Eden consortium meeting, which resembled a party, Snow offered him a toast.

The brightly lit interior was draped in a white tablecloth, the floor covered with a crimson carpet, and waiters carrying dessert cake trays moved quietly and slowly.

Su Ming’an sat at the head of the table, with Snow sitting next to him, and the fine wine, under the crystal chandelier, shimmered with a blood-like hue.

"City Lord, today’s inspection was my dereliction of duty." The old man with white hair narrowed his eyes, his eye sockets sunken, the rim of his glass glinting gold: "Please allow me to punish myself with three drinks."

As he spoke, he drank the liquor in his glass, his expression filled with guilt.

Su Ming’an’s fingers gently drummed on the table, his expression dark and indiscernible.

He stared at the apologetic Molite Snow and after a moment spoke:

"...Since you have been negligent, you should resign."

As soon as he said this, those laughing and chatting around the long table fell silent.

They stared bemusedly at Su Ming’an at the head of the table, even loosening their grip on the androids they were holding.

In the eerie silence, only the sound of Su Ming’an’s fingers "tapping" on the table could be heard, the footsteps of the waitstaff were as silent as a cat’s, barely audible.

"City Lord, although I do want to resign as an apology, the Dawn System does not permit it." Snow awkwardly chuckled a few times, then covered up by saying, "As long as I am still in this position, I cannot leave easily. The Dawn System believes there is no one more suitable than me, so..."

"Oh." Su Ming’an replied with a sound, lowering his head.

"Perhaps you are being too hasty. Though today, we have seen many residents resisting the Dawn System, it is merely some groups deliberately misinterpreting things. Their resources are not yet sufficient to support such actions." The deputy next to him said, "Their assassination attempts are foolish and will only drag the city-state into limitless war... I believe the Executor will handle these people well, they are not enough to shake the rule of Dawn."

Su Ming’an gazed at the wine glass in his hands, the liquid inside shining bright red as fire.

"...How can their short-sighted vision perceive the current situation?" Some people at the long table laughed in agreement.

"They know too little, just a bunch of uncontrollable fellows..."

"Perhaps we should establish more shelters to handle these potential criminal elements..."

Suddenly, Su Ming’an raised his hand, pouring out the wine in his glass, the liquid staining the pristine tablecloth like a pool of fresh blood.

All those who were previously condemning the residents fell silent once more.

A heavy, somber atmosphere hung over the spacious hall, the variously posed attendees constructing a scene reminiscent of "The Last Supper" around a figure akin to Jesus.

And among them, the "Jesus," Su Ming’an placed the empty wine glass in front of Molite Snow, staring at the old man whose eyes were squinting with a smile.

"Molite Snow—what’s in the wine?" Su Ming’an asked.

His tone was calm, yet he called the Executor by his full name.

The others held their breath, focusing intently, not daring to move, eyes downcast.

Snow still smiled with narrowed eyes, his left hand still stroking the mechanical cane.

"City Lord, human nature is greedy." Snow did not directly answer Su Ming’an: "In the past, you gave them a piece of bread to survive, and they were grateful. But once they had their fill and no longer needed bread, they began demanding more from you, and one day you won’t be able to meet their demands, and they will start to blame you—this is what is happening now."

Su Ming’an watched him.

"—Thus, with their ignorance, they will act to save this city-state on the verge of collapse. The omnipotent Dawn System will vanish at their hands, and the city-state’s old rulers should die at the hands of pioneers for the people, ushering in a new era of prosperity and New Epoch." Snow said.

"This is why they dare to use themselves as a fuse to assassinate you."

"But they can’t even overcome their own stupidity," Su Ming’an said lightly.

"Exactly," Molite Snow smiled, setting down his wine glass. "Just like the current situation... Merely for a ’pure’ will and goal, people have lost their original wisdom and rationality, and have merged into the collective rule of the City-State—this causes those who are naturally free to feel discontent."

"If it’s merely the pursuit of individual freedom, it is meaningless. Moral ethics are not a product of pursuing freedom, but of maximizing individual safety and social benefits—what people should want is restricted freedom," Su Ming’an said lightly, not expecting Molite Snow to discuss philosophy with him. "People must legislate for themselves. Molite Snow, you still haven’t told me what’s in the wine."

He was originally just bluffing Snow; he couldn’t tell whether the wine was poisoned or not. In his Shadow State, he was immune to poison, but Acto’s body was as fragile as thin paper; he was just being cautious.

As a result, this bluff truly revealed something—there really was something wrong with the wine.

Molite Snow turned his head, ignoring his question again:

"City Lord, philosophy is a fine thing... It makes the wise wiser and the thinkers broader. Someone like you, who possesses both extensive wisdom and profound thinking ability, the only MBT (Dawn Type Personality), should find the greatest enjoyment in it.

But most people... they don’t understand philosophy. Filling their stomachs and engaging in trivial and vulgar entertainments are all their lives encompass.

They fail to see... and fail to understand; they only choose to believe what is beneficial for themselves. A stable job with high income, delicious and sufficient beef and foie gras, and a beautiful and affectionate lover are enough for them to abandon those ’useless’ thoughts."

"Machines and data are seen as ’aliens’ in people’s eyes, the fairest yet the most unfair judgment. No one wants to be the replaceable link, and this makes them discontent.

One must create notes for those under rule, establish anchors for the public, and make them responsible for their own ignorance and stupidity, instead of using vague ideals to simply make everyone’s life better—this is the enlightenment and the method of a ruler; the times are about to change."

"Yasa Acto... City Lord."

Molite Snow enunciated each word, leaning back, hands crossed on the tabletop, a smile in his eyes: "...It’s time to abandon your foolish Utopian ideals, people don’t understand these."

His fingers came together, raising his hand.

"Click!"

The next moment, the servers who had been holding trays immediately dropped their desserts, and the sound of shattering porcelain was incessant.

Their bodies were mechanically modified, a row of cold gun barrels aimed at Su Ming’an, even the surrounding doors and windows were pressed down with iron bars, blocking escape routes.

Facing the black barrels of the guns, Su Ming’an’s hand was still touching the rim of the glass, as if unaware of the dangerous situation.

He raised his hand, intending to fiddle with his watch, but a needle emitting a blue light instantly shot towards him, hitting the back of his hand at such speed that even the wheelchair’s defense shield didn’t activate.

The blue light swirled, emitting a dazzling paralytic spark, and his debuff bar showed a [Paralyze] status, which quickly disappeared.

In his Shadow State, such a level of anesthetic needle still couldn’t control him.

He looked up, Molite Snow, thinking he had been paralyzed, still watched him with a smile, completely unruffled.

"Has ’Eden’ also been invaded by Ta Wei?" Su Ming’an said.

"No, we are voluntary," Molite Snow said.

In his eyes, there were no crimson patterns from Ta Wei. Ta Wei had not yet controlled his thoughts, turning him into a person completely different from before.

He merely volunteered.

"Eden is the organization closest to the Dawn System and Dawn Type Persona. As an Executor, I am even more aware of the difficult situation today," Snow said. "Resource scarcity is increasing, spatial turbulence is intensifying, and the range of the Safe Zone is shrinking day by day. We must ally ourselves with Ta Wei to have a chance of survival—the fireseed of human civilization must be preserved, even if it means in the form of the defeated."

"Hmm," Su Ming’an said, "a familiar perspective."

He thought back to after the end of the Third World, when the self-proclaimed "qualified Number One Player" Edward had forcibly tried to kill him.

...And the self-proclaimed justice, Mizushima Kawa Sora, who had righteously demanded that he step aside.

How similar.

The current Yasa Acto was simply him from the past. And the Hawk Hound leader Kaskining Feiluo, who wanted to kill him, along with the Eden Executor Molite Snow standing before him, perfectly corresponded to the former Edward and Mizushima Kawa Sora.

Ah.

...So that’s how it is.

Is this what "Ta Wei" signifies?

This Ta Wei that is invading the Ruined World is just like the Organizers who invaded Zhai Xing. The people of Eden scrambling and clawing, just like going to be dogs and ’special status individuals’ for the Organizers.

It’s so strikingly similar.

"As long as you declare ’call upon the people of the City-State to ally with Ta Wei,’ you will become an ’Agent’ for Ta Wei and still retain your position as City Lord," Snow took out a nearly transparent piece of paper, which had a unique texture, like a special kind of thin membrane material, emanating a gradient of light.

He held the paper facing Su Ming’an, the paper like a mirror: "Just speak such a statement, and we will continue to cluster around you. Today, you still possess the overwhelming approval of most City-State residents. We need your prestige."

Everyone watched in silence, clutching their firearms.

A revolution of an era, unfolding under the muzzle of their guns.

Yasa Acto is the only pure human who had not fused with the Dawn Chip, and if Ta Wei’s invasion wanted to reduce psychological resistance among the people, Acto’s endorsement was imperative—it was a matter of ’legitimacy.’

"It seems you’ve had a pleasant communication with Ta Wei, haven’t you?" Su Ming’an said. "You’ve been in contact for a long time, haven’t you?"

Snow smiled without speaking, just continuing to hold up the paper that looked like a video recorder.

Su Ming’an moved his fingers, pointing at the tablecloth covered with a large stain of red wine.

"Molite Snow," he said, "then lick it."

Snow slightly startled.

"Wasn’t it said that for the emergence of the New Era, you would be willing to do anything, even be a dog to Ta Wei?" Su Ming’an said. "So lick it beneath your handheld recorder, lick the table clean, and then I will issue the declaration to ally with Ta Wei—given your determination, licking the tablecloth like a dog in front of the whole world isn’t something you couldn’t do, right?"

"City Lord, you..." Snow’s expression stiffened.

"Lick it," Su Ming’an said indifferently, watching him. "Now, you’re not going to say something like ’I’m a madman, I’m just not normal,’ are you? Don’t give me too much déjà vu."

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