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Chapter 608: Chapter 605: "He’s Long Dead.

"It’s nothing, just broke it by accident. Please leave," Su Ming’an said.

He glanced at the barrage floating in his field of vision.

Ever since that message had spread, these people had gone crazy, chatting in his live stream.

[——I’m going to kill that woman!! Does anyone know her location? I must prevent her from affecting my Su Ming’an!]

[Haha, what kind of good person can someone who commits domestic violence be? This woman even hits children; what can’t she do? Moral kidnapping is really disgusting.]

[If this was in Eagle Country, we would have kicked out such a crazy woman long ago. People from Dragon Country are really weak.]

[Why isn’t Number One Player an orphan? I think such a sudden rise indicates a legendary protagonist; there should at least be a parental sacrifice to heaven, having family involved now is really annoying.]

[What?? The mother-in-law has awakened? Mother-in-law, would you consider me as your son-in-law?]

[I’ve checked that woman’s background; she’s Lin Wang’an, a famous pianist... She was heavily criticized a few years ago, and watching it made me anxious; these people are really venomous.]

[Cyber violence is truly frightening; luckily, I am the perpetrator.]

[Ming’an, Ming’an, mommy loves you — why not leave that mommy and let me be your mommy —]

[...]

[...]

Su Ming’an shifted his gaze.

Shattered glass fragments lay on the smooth floor, and the nearby cleaning robot automatically came to clean up.

He extended his hand, placing in front of him a chunk of flesh in the shape of a baby bird. Its feathers had been transplanted on, and its eyes made from black prosthetics, altogether poised as if ready to take flight.

When he cut open its chest to embed a bouncing blood-red heart, its eyes gradually brightened, and the metallic-smooth feathers began to quiver slightly.

"I shall call you..." he looked at the bird, now flickering with life, as he sewed up its chest, "Fayse."

The bird, bright red as flames, chirped in acceptance of its name.

"Ding-dong!"

A system prompt sounded.

...

[Flame Bird (Growth: Red) (Naming: Fayse)

Level: lv.10

HP: 500

MP: 0

Type: Reconnaissance

Talent Skills:

Hide: Good at hiding, very difficult for enemies to detect.

Flight: Capable of sustained flight, maximum altitude not exceeding 3000 meters.

Observation: Provides a certain range of vision for its master while flying, the closer to the ground, the clearer the vision.]

...

Level 10 in Biochemistry had provided him the ability to create biochemical pets. This bird’s aerial vision would help him in his challenges within Caius Tower.

Suddenly, he heard the distinctive loudspeaker voices of the twins from outside the door.

This pair of twins were famous clowns in the laboratory, having provided him with quite some gossip during the first three days.

"The Doctor has been really obsessed with mechanics lately, even made a new mechanical cat," the twin brother Dong Xu said.

"The Doctor has always been special, he is a genius," Xu Dong immediately chimed in, his flattery flowing effortlessly.

"After all, animals can’t survive in the wasteland," the older brother said.

"Are you foolish? The city has just stabilized, people are nearly starving to death, who has the time to keep pets? If they did, the pets would just become emergency food," the younger brother said.

Su Ming’an turned his head, and the twins immediately showed their bright white teeth, giving Su Ming’an a radiant smile.

These two were deliberately speaking loudly here to curry favor with the Doctor. It was similar to how certain university students fawn over their supervisors.

In fact, during the first three days of Su Ming’an’s start, he frequently encountered various "special" incidents. For example, students pretending to seek his advice on research issues, but actually wanting to probe into his personal affairs... like the assistant Treya, who came in with thick makeup to deliver fruits... or like Qin Shaoli, who came carrying medicines, actually seeking to invite him to a "mechanics exhibition"...

And so on and so forth, countless examples.

In the past, it was him who struggled to curry others’ favor, but now, it was the entire laboratory’s turn to endlessly seek his favor, as if competing to show who liked him more.

He took out a picture frame.

In the oak frame was a group photo—a youthful girl with beige curly hair and bright red lips, dressed in a dyed, fashionable T-shirt, was enthusiastically holding Acto’s hand, making a "yeah" gesture towards the camera, her beautiful face and youthful energy radiating all over.

This was a blurry photo he had found in the abandoned building at Dawn, vaguely making out that it was a photo of the assistant Treya and Acto together.

On the back of the photo, there was a line of small text:

"I thought, perhaps you might come tonight."

...

He stared blankly at this line of text, a strange wave of sadness surged within him again, this bizarre empathetic sensation continuously tugged at his thoughts.

"Knock, knock."

Suddenly, there were knocking sounds from outside the glass door.

He looked up to see a middle-aged woman with her hair up, wearing an apron and a seashell necklace.

"Yasa," the middle-aged woman said softly, "It’s late, you should go to sleep."

Her gaze was one of equal level, and there was sincere concern in her words.

She was the android Fayse, different from other servants in various places, affectionately called "Mother Fayse," her status no different from that of humans.

She referred to him as "Yasa" instead of "Teacher" or "Doctor."

"Wait a little longer... I still have to make some more ammunition..." he replied subconsciously.

The next moment, darkness fell before his eyes.

Exhaustion took over his body, and his hidden physical energy had reached its limit, he had overexerted himself to the point of fainting.

When he woke up again, the middle-aged woman wearing an apron sat beside his bed, holding a cup of hot milk in her hands.

The warm steam wafted, and her gentle eyes watched him with concern.

Her red hair was lustrous and faint in the soft pre-sleep light, like quiet flames. Her seashell necklace was tied with a vivid red string. The apron had traces of sugar and flour, seemingly from recent baking.

"The robot has washed you up, come, drink a cup of hot milk before bed," she said softly, handing him the milk.

Her eyes contained a reprimand, as if blaming him for not taking better care of himself.

"Fayse, I..." he sat up in bed, instinctively wanting to refuse.

The woman’s face instantly clouded with a light sorrow. She hesitated for a moment, her lips parted:

"Yasa, didn’t you say you’d call me Mom from now on?"

Su Ming’an was taken aback.

He didn’t know... Acto had such emotional issues.

A City Lord having to call an android "Mom," what about his real mother? Was he really that devoid of maternal love?

Su Ming’an couldn’t bring himself to say it.

This title, for him, was too foreign.

"Yasa," Fayse called out to him gently, "I know you’re still thinking about your mother. She... is just stuck in her ways, harboring extremely vicious possessiveness... you don’t need to feel burdened by her."

Su Ming’an was struck—was this the background of Acto’s mother?

Fayse’s eyes were full of concern:

"Her feelings for you are merely bound by what’s called blood kinship. You deserve many better, flawlessly perfect emotions. You deserve more trustworthy and joyful relationships and bonds where you can devote your whole heart, not just being tied to the chariot of familial affection."

"Because she does not deserve to be your mother."

Fayse tightly clasped his hand, her hand warm and soft, as if telling the most tender bedtime story.

"When you first called me ’mother’... I didn’t know how happy I was.

Sometimes, when I am worn out struggling in the wasteland and I glance at you and Yao Wen, I suddenly find the strength and courage to go on.

People say maternal love is great, and those who have it are almost omnipotent.

I never thought about you taking care of me in my old age, I just feel that even if it’s just a one-sided effort of looking after you, I’m already content.

This is..." she whispered softly, "’love,’ isn’t it."

Su Ming’an didn’t know how to respond.

He and Acto indeed looked very similar, even their family backgrounds were alike, and it seemed that Acto also had a very selfish, very insane mother.

This person... a person who could arbitrarily alter others’ destinies, who could create addictive mentality drugs like Roseblood just for the data measurements of Dawn, ruthless, ice-cold...

What on earth was Acto thinking?

Acto... what exactly was his purpose?

The Yao Wen mentioned by Fayse, he seemed never to have met...

"I’m grateful that you came into my life, Yasa," Fayse gently stroked his head. "You and Yao Wen, you are my most splendid treasures. I do not regret having you as my dear ones. You have to believe that you are the best, no difficulty can crush you, even if you can’t relieve the current predicament, you are still my most beloved child."

She leaned over.

The woman with red hair gently kissed his forehead, her demeanor tender and solemn.

"I love you," she said softly,

The warmth on his forehead gradually faded, like the fleeting touch of butterfly wings.

"Don’t carry too heavy a burden."

"No matter what you have experienced, no matter whether you are excellent or not..."

She murmured quietly.

Su Ming’an stared blankly at Fayse’s graceful countenance.

His nominal mother had never treated him so tenderly, had never even kissed him.

She would only hatefully, crazily, drag him, as if to self-immolate with him, her eyes devoid of anything but the monotonous black and white of piano keys.

And here, this npc in the game instance, she gently touched him, kissed him, telling him with the most sincere words—

"Yasa."

"Don’t be afraid."

"No matter how distant the future, no matter what you become."

...

"...Mom will always love you."

...

[Danger Zone·District 23]

Noel pressed down his flat cap and walked into a black market store established in the Danger Zone.

The environment in the Danger Zone was extremely harsh, swarming with Exotic Beasts and spatial turbulences.

As Noel pushed the door open, the wind chimes jingled.

Behind the counter was an old man, sipping hot milk and reading a book with a red cover. Next to him leaned a crimson shotgun, resembling a blood-stained spear.

"Mr. Cheng, I presume," Noel said. "Setting up an antique shop here, you’re probably not in it merely to sell things."

By then, Noel’s eyes had turned a complete blood-red, the previously beautiful ocean-blue entirely gone.

"Young man, what do you want?" Mr. Cheng asked.

"I hear you like collecting antiques; I have a power bank from a hundred years ago, from the ’Century Catastrophe.’ I can give it to you," Noel said. "In exchange, I’ve heard you’ve lived a long time, know lots of secrets? I want you to answer a question for me."

"What do you want to ask," Mr. Cheng slowly inquired.

"The City Lord of Central City — Yasa Acto," Noel said, staring into the old man’s eyes. "What’s his weakness? Or rather, is there something he cares about deeply?"

Mr. Cheng went silent for a moment:

"Your question is meaningless."

Noel narrowed his eyes.

"Executor Yasa," Mr. Cheng took a sip of his hot milk. "He died thirty years ago during the Dawn War, his body deteriorated due to an overdose of Roseblood."

"Are you joking with me?" Noel scoffed. "If Acto is long dead, then who is the Acto in the City of Measurement now?"

The optimism that once shone like a little sun on his face had completely vanished, leaving only a cloudy coldness.

"I cannot answer that," Mr. Cheng said leisurely.

Noel stepped forward, his dagger targeting the old man’s throat.

"Child, go take part in Caius Tower," Mr. Cheng said unafraid, speaking softly. "—There, you’ll witness the opening and obliteration of a grand world."

...

[City of Measurement·Third Ring District]

The city-state had fallen into night; people slept in their beds.

On the deserted streets, a blonde man jumped from high above, destroying a patrol mechanic with one palm strike, his blue eyes marked by a clock.

"Prepare..." he whispered quietly.

Accompanied by the beeping of a communicator, many people armed with high-end firearms gradually emerged beside him.

Three people, ten people, thirty people, hundreds of people...

In this quiet night, such a large group roamed the streets.

"Our Player team has 87 members, with an average Combat Power of about 1200, and some powerful NPCs among our ranks," a woman with a black ponytail walked beside him. "We’ve already bribed insiders supportive of Ta Wei from within the Hawk Hound Army, and established a symbiotic relationship with ’The Key.’ Before breaking into Central City, Ta Wei will help us evade the Dawn System."

"After today, Caius Tower will open, according to internal info... This is actually a selection that will determine the ’World’s Destiny,’" the blonde man chuckled lowly. "I’m not willing to passively wait for the selection to start. Since the Mechanical Army’s Combat Power ranges from 600 to 1300, we have enough..."

His gaze instantly sharpened.

Through the vast night, he stared directly in the direction of Central City.

"Enough... to break into that city even before the selection at Caius Tower begins."

"We have the support of the Hawk Hound Army at the checkpoints, no need for much fighting. Ta Wei will help us avoid Dawn, and we won’t even have to deal with automated firearms."

"Dawn, Yasa Acto, the deities of the city-states..."

He stared into the night:

"In such world game instances, what players excel at the most is pulling down deities from the clouds."

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