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Chapter 607 - 604: "He’s Still, So Useless.

Chapter 607: Chapter 604: "He’s Still, So Useless.

[Main God World]

The Blue Ground Resident Hospital is currently the most authoritative hospital in the World Game. It is jointly managed by the Peace Dove Medical Department, the General Technology Department of the United Group, and the Psychological Division of the United Group.

The pure white interior space bustles with nurses and doctors shuttling back and forth, and the carts filled with water bags and medicines emit a faint rattle.

At the top floor of the hospital, a man with deep eyes and a handsome, upright appearance knocked on the door of a room.

He took a deep breath, his palm sweaty as if the patient in the room was an extremely important personage.

"...Come in," a clear, gentle female voice responded, causing anyone who heard it to construct an image of a beautiful, gentle woman in their minds.

The man pushed the door open and entered.

The room was quite large, more than twice the size of a standard hospital room, and through the light blue window curtains, one could see the virtual projection of ginkgo leaves shaking and the CBD commercial plaza of the Main God World.

A giant LCD screen hung on a building in the distance, showing some live broadcasted highlights for passersby to watch. At this moment, the screen was displaying the human self-rescue meeting at the end of the Fifth World, with a scene of a young man in a white suit playing the piano.

The passionate and surging "Destiny" could be said to be timely; its fiery high notes awakened the desires and bloodlust in people’s hearts. As the opening piece for the self-rescue meeting played by Number One Player, it took on the epochal significance of being chosen by fate.

On the streets, people occasionally stopped to look up and record or take screenshots.

The high-spirited, warm melody echoed in the distant commercial area, carried over by a gentle breeze.

——The woman in the hospital bed was also listening intently.

She leaned back on her bed, her black hair as dense as clouds, while the white snow-like blanket covered her legs. Her hands were folded in front of her belly, with a slightly tarnished silver ring on her ring finger.

The ring clung tightly to her finger, leaving indelible marks. It seemed a bit too large for her, with several red lines visible between the fingertips, as if she had tightened it countless times in an act of self-torment.

She lay half-turned, listening to the distant piano sounds, watching the giant screen—The young man in a pure white suit, adorned with a snowflake pin, surrounded by blooming lilies, night-blooming cereuses, and white jasmine. His black hair occasionally caught the light just right to cast an elliptical halo, resembling the glow atop an angel’s head in a sanctuary.

His piano piece was played with impeccable skill and abundant emotion.

The woman’s gaze seemed unfocused as she hummed along in a low voice, echoing the distant music.

Compared to when she was in a coma, she exuded a unique air of tranquility now that she was awake.

Gentle, pure, and graceful.

"Ms. Lin Wang’an," the man approached the bed and doffed his hat in greeting.

The woman turned her head slightly, her deep black eyes reflecting the man’s figure, her facial expression maintaining a state of warmth.

After a moment, as if pondering something, she slightly curled her lips into a smile:

"Hello."

"You’ve been asleep for a long time, and you might not be fully aware of the world’s transformation." The man took a seat beside her, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am part of the United Group’s Dragon Country delegation for the Yangtze River system, from Liu Jiahe Director’s committee, my name is Lu Changshen."

"..." The woman seemed to be carefully listening to the outside piano music, somewhat absent-minded.

"Having been asleep for so long, is there anything you would like to do now that you are awake?" Lu Changshen opened the tablet in his hand.

"The United Group’s order has been established, and many people who were lost at the start of the game have now found their places and goals," he said softly, "As the game progresses, adventurer players, auxiliary occupation players, pure casual players... everyone has found their proper identity, all striving for the future of humanity. What would you like to do going forward?"

He knew who the woman on the bed was, as her background had been thoroughly investigated following the reconstruction of the internet.

Lin Wang’an, born into a piano dynasty, her father was a highly renowned pianist from the last century, her mother the daughter of a powerful family. From birth, she was enveloped in music, wealth, and high society—her appearance graceful, her piano playing skills superior, her demeanor gentle.

She was so exceptional that it was alarming... if one could overlook her madness.

Before marriage, she was a dazzling jewel on the world piano stage, one of the representative female pianists from Dragon Country. Although her performances lacked emotion, her playing technique was top-notch. Despite having smaller hands than male pianists, she could achieve technical spans that most couldn’t. Her concert tours added countless lusters to her, her CV shone brightly, and even her ancestors were proud of her.

However, as the new millennium progressed, Internet technology became more advanced. Public discourse flowed like water, and those who understood nothing could easily criticize experts and hold forth online. Some pointed out problems with her performances. Others, resentful of her smooth sailing, sought ways to suppress her.

The overly smooth sailing of her life made her as naive and cheerful as a princess in a tower, her fragile pride like a touch-me-not flower, unable to withstand the storms of doubt.

Amid the overwhelming smear attacks from the public, she lost control.

...

Latter on, as everyone knows, she went mad.

Lu Changshen’s investigation stopped here.

No matter how powerful the United Group was, they couldn’t install surveillance in other people’s homes. Lu Changshen only knew that after all that, the exceedingly bright child seemed to have suffered great hardship.

According to investigations of those around her, the child often came to school covered in bruises, suspected of experiencing domestic abuse.

"What... are my thoughts?"

The black-haired woman spoke softly. Even though she was over forty, her eyes still had the innocence of a child, as if she had never entered the secular world or been a qualified mother.

Her ring-clad hands lightly clasped together, her tone somewhat blank:

"Adventure Player, Casual Player... Player, Player..."

After a pause, she stared at the distant LCD screen and asked:

"... What kind of player is he?"

Her spirit had been struck, and after a long coma, her cognition was somewhat blurry.

"He is..." Lu Changshen pondered for a moment:

"[Number One Player.]"

"..." Lin Wang’an’s pupils shrank slightly.

She had a pair of gentle almond-shaped eyes, those with such eyes often appeared softer. Su Ming’an probably inherited these eyes from her.

Lu Changshen waited for her response — he was all too aware that the Number One Player had no fond feelings for this woman. In a previous live broadcast, faced with the player Laine, who had exposed his family’s wounds, Su Ming’an’s attitude was "kill you once every time I see you."

But... Lu Changshen believed that in the minds of people from Dragon Country, parents and children were always inseparable. No matter how big the conflict, couldn’t it be resolved if they mediated?

Lu Changshen believed — as long as they tried hard enough, the estrangement would definitely be erased. By then, with the involvement of this mother, the Number One Player could also become a bit more "humanized."

The current Su Ming’an... had no leverage, no weaknesses, no comrades he would rush to save without a second thought, was too unstable.

Even after three months of testing their trust in his fundamental goodness, his overly smooth strategy progress, like a prophet’s foresight, always the absolutely correct best route, was impossible to ignore.

He was too strong.

As the gap in strength grew wider, the United Group predicted that the man had reached... a level where he might not die even if attacked by thousands of players.

— Omniscient, omnipotent, predicting everything, always correct, perfect to the extreme.

He was almost like... a deity standing on the edge of the world, overlooking this game.

They knew Su Ming’an was a hero, but if Su Ming’an could be implicated, even if only by an unqualified mother, then it was like giving the god in the clouds a touch of human color, at least making one’s mind somewhat more at ease.

"Ah..." the lady in white on the pure white hospital bed spoke softly.

Lu Changshen stared intently at her expression, while her gaze was only on the screen outside the window—she was watching the youth’s recorded broadcast that attracted the eyes of all humanity.

"This piece of his, finally without a single wrong note," she said, looking at the young man in the white suit on the screen, a radiant smile on her face:

"He played very well this time..."

Lu Changshen’s expression shifted subtly.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he spoke:

"Ms. Lin, the pianist is... his clone skill. It’s not him in person. At that time, he should have been in the amusement park discussing cooperation with the world’s second-ranked player."

Lin Wang’an was slightly taken aback, her expression dimming a bit.

"I see," she said.

Her pale lips parted slightly.

In the next moment, the composed woman uttered words that drastically changed Lu Changshen’s expression.

"As expected... he is still so useless, so infuriating."

"Even at such a moment, he has to escape. Everyone was listening to his performance."

"I taught him so much, and he possesses treasures I can’t touch. If his father saw this, he would probably be disappointed in him too..."

"Ah, right, Su Changming died, I almost forgot about that. Dammit, why did he have to save that child under the car..."

Her expression became hazy, as if lost in a daytime reverie, muttering to herself like a madwoman.

Seeing the woman in this state, Lu Changshen knew she was having an episode.

If she did not show this side of her, he would truly believe she was a gentle and normal woman. Her demeanor was one of the best he had seen among many people.

It’s a pity, the woman is a madwoman.

He put on his hat and left.

Outside the door was the United Group political commissioner and head of the Yangtze River system, his superior, Liu Jiahe.

"You look very much like her deceased husband, and even so, she hasn’t let her guard down around you?" Liu Jiahe turned and asked him.

Lu Changshen said softly, "I’ve never seen a mother be so harsh to her child. Su Ming’an is almost dragging humanity forward, yet all she cares about is that he didn’t attend that self-help meeting to play piano. I suspect that if he comes to see her again, the situation will become uncontrollable."

"First, stabilize her emotions..."

Liu Jiahe said, "After all, we have the best psychologists."

"Our methods, are they..." Lu Changshen glanced over. Through the soundproof glass, he saw the woman’s expression serene and beautiful, as she reached out to touch something in the air, as if lost in a strange dream.

The unspoken adjective he had in mind was, "despicable."

To keep the Number One Player tied down, they deliberately approached his mother. Everyone knew this woman was a domestic abuser.

In the World Forum, regarding her awakening, there were already calls to knock her out again, to prevent her from affecting their Number One Player.

"We are doing this for the greater good of the world," Liu Jiahe said. "If Su Ming’an were just an ordinary player, we wouldn’t go to such lengths to dig into his background. But he is the Number One Player... These are necessary measures. His background is no longer just his personal affair. For the current crisis, nothing is despicable."

They continued chatting with each other, walking further down the hallway.

In the pure white room, the demure woman slightly bowed her head.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water.

She kissed the photograph of a man in a special police uniform.

The man’s brows and eyes were very much like the young man on the screen who attracted the gaze of millions.

She remembered a conversation from her memory.

"...Ming’an, when you grow up, you must become a very good person," the man said.

"What is a very good person? Someone excellent like Dad? Someone who protects people like Dad?" the boy asked.

"As long as you feel no shame in your heart and think that you did your best, that’s enough."

"Then I still want to be like Dad, a... hero?"

"Being a hero is tough, and you might not receive gratitude for your efforts. Plus, what if you get tired and look back only to find no one is there?"

"It doesn’t matter, my mom is still behind me, as long as Mom takes care of me, that’s good..."

It was as if distant times were intertwining at this moment. The man and the boy stood together, holding hands, selecting candies in the supermarket, while she followed behind, smiling as she watched them.

[Ming’an, you’re a man. When you grow up, you need to protect Mom, and protect Mom with Dad.]

...

The man spoke gently to the boy in front, asking what he learned at school today. The boy looked up excitedly in response, his face alight with the joy of a child.

However, through the hazy daydream, the woman could only gaze at a fragile black and white photo and a silhouette in an LCD screen.

The young man had a cold and restrained look on his face in the screen. He held the utmost power and strength, leading a billion people forward.

Even though he had become the hero he promised the man in his memory, that unblemished smile from the past never appeared again on the young man’s face.

That distant, beautiful scene never seemed to have occurred in her life.

As if something had silently died.

"Changming..."

She whispered softly.

The pure white interior seemed to fall into a silent dream.

...

[Central City]

"Snap!"

The glass bottle shattered on the ground, and toxic smoke rose instantly.

Su Ming’an stared at the broken vial he had accidentally smashed, and protective measures were already rising around him, quickly sucking away the toxic smoke.

"—Doctor! Are you okay?"

Assistant Treya burst in immediately, her expression full of panic, fearing he had been harmed.

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