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Chapter 618: Chapter 615 - ’Chang Sheng is very painful.

"In the future, this City-State system of the Dawn Brain is bound to have hidden dangers. Now, let a group of colleagues with solid ideologies hibernate; they can awaken when you need them," Mela said.

"Ya Sa, eternal life is very painful, you need some companions.

"Okay," Su Ming’an agreed.

Mela handed him a hibernation list.

[Son of a Hawk Hound Veteran—Dong Xu, expected to awaken in 30 years, awakening location: Sanctuary.]

[Psychological Counseling Department—Fire Heart Group—Kabinda, expected to awaken in 40 years, awakening location: Dream Making headquarters cabin.]

[...]

There were five candidates on the list, and Su Ming’an only knew one of the twins, Dong Xu.

After Mela left, he opened the personal terminal he carried in his backpack.

In this technological world, the internet naturally exists. Life in the City-States is stressful; there are hardly any games or TV series on the computers, which mostly contain work-related software. This was a personal terminal from Acto, with the highest level of permissions.

He logged onto an online forum which was very similar to the forums in world games; residents liked to chat and shoot the breeze here.

Most of the posts were about everyday life, such as [When will the suburban railway be repaired? It would be convenient for the children going to school], [The guard team in the Third Ring District is too small!], [Can the house prices be a bit lower?], [The square dance near the residential area is disturbing the peace, can the Dawn System draft some regulations related to square dancing?]...

The Dawn System would receive this information in real-time and further supplement the data.

While browsing, he found a very interesting post.

...

[(Popular) You all saw today’s execution in the city-state, the Rebel Army has already failed. If there’s a chance, what methods do you think could topple the City of Measurement? Let’s just chat casually, don’t create too much buzz; Dawn won’t find out.]

[Poster: Anonymous]

[Poster: Dawn System (Poster information hidden, this message is only visible to those with the highest authority)]

...

Su Ming’an raised an eyebrow.

Is Dawn here fishing on the forums anonymously?

Ordinary netizens seeing this post, though, considered it a good joke. With a playful attitude, they started making suggestions:

[1L (Prosperous Flowers): Haha, who is this poster? Just wanting to vent the emotions from watching today’s live execution?]

[2L (Reckless Words): Quite interesting, I’ve been under a lot of pressure from recent papers, let’s just chat.]

[3L (North Ming): Today’s live execution was too inhuman, who would blindly trust such a system!]

The post from the third floor was deleted instantly and the user was banned from speaking for a month.

Su Ming’an witnessed the immediate deletion and realized that it must have been the work of the Dawn System; the moment it saw someone disparaging it, it immediately imposed a ban.

...

[4L (Orange Flavored Lemon): If everyone were to move to the Danger Zone, would life be better than it is now? If the people in the shelters were allowed to live independently, wouldn’t that be more useful than keeping them closed up for reformation? They might become a military force capable of overturning the city-state.]

[5L (Kick the Boss Rabbit): If everyone began a strike movement in protest, wouldn’t that affect the operation of the city-state? After all, the law does not punish the masses.]

[6L (Dream): Consider cutting the power? Or severing resource supplies? Directly invading Central City... Uh, that failed. Think it over, it’s just not possible, the City-State is too perfect.]

[7L (Home is Where): The City of Measurement is a huge prison! We’re all prisoners with nowhere to run!!]

...

[(Home is Where) was muted for one month.]

...

[8L (Moonlit Night): I will forever love Lord Dawn!! (Shakes the heavens)]

[9L (Men Join Me): Su Ming’an... Acto is so handsome!! I want to be the lord’s dog!!]

[10L (Dark Face): Your faces are truly disgusting. Are you traitors to the City-State if you don’t follow the Dawn System’s orders? Don’t you know you’re being dogs for the brain?]

...

[(Dark Face) was muted for one month.]

...

[11L (Noel’s Top Flatterer): Is the poster one of the Players? Maybe a fleeing member of the Rebel Army? Can you share your address, I’d join you, destroying the brain is so cool!]

...

[(Noel’s Top Flatterer) was permanently muted.]

[Dawn is actively tracking the offline ID of (Noel’s Top Flatterer), with the Hawk Hound Army already deployed in the nearby areas, arrest underway... (This message is only visible to highest authority)]

...

Watching this hidden response plan, Su Ming’an chuckled.

The netizen who made the statement probably didn’t know he was already heading to jail.

This was real-name internet usage; speaking too boldly would lead to direct off-line persecution by Dawn, no privacy afforded at all.

A group of Adventurer Players unable to access global forums came to such an internal network forum within the city-state and mingled with NPC residents. Lacking online games, some people resorted to playing ancient role-playing post games, opening all sorts of stores, tavern posts, restaurant posts, role-playing posts, and others.

It was obvious, these people were having a great time; there was significant joy in their little texts. This city-state, almost indistinguishable from a modern city, gave them a sense of home.

Su Ming’an noticed that the forum was replete with praises for the city-state and Dawn. Dawn apparently liked flattery a lot, even intentionally boosting the popularity of posts that praised it.

He was about to shut down his personal terminal when he saw a post.

[On the Archaeological History of the Dawn War — the disaster from Year 32 to Year 72, a forty-year-long Dawn War.]

He fixated on this post and clicked on it.

He had previously mostly understood the world’s timeline, which began with the "Century Catastrophe" a hundred years ago. Nearly all history about the Century Catastrophe had been erased; only the aftermath of the catastrophe leading to a sharp decline in human population and the gradual establishment of ten cities was known.

The Dawn War erupted in Doomsday City in the 32nd year after the Catastrophe and lasted forty years until the 72nd year post-catastrophe, when the City of Measurement was somewhat stabilized, and the Dawn War came to an end. This year was the 102nd year after the Catastrophe.

Records of the Dawn War were sparse; people could only reconstruct history based on oral traditions and written records.

Su Ming’an inspected this post, and amidst the vast text, he spotted a name, "Tretiya", which was similar to his assistant "Treya". He suspected that this "Tretiya" was the woman Number Two he saw at the night meeting.

[Little historical record exists about Tretiya, only glimpses from the relics left by the war. The poster has consulted materials from four major libraries in the city-states, yet reconstructing her life has proven difficult.]

[The poster only knew she was a woman with a legendary experience, a companion to the Lord of Acto City. Public opinion about her during the war was mixed; she apparently made a huge mistake, which led her to part ways with the city lord.]

"Sensational news is the topic people are most concerned about, and there are the most historical records about it. It is speculated that Tretiya and the City Lord might have had a special relationship. Her cause of death seems to be disappearance, but some guess she died of old age."

"She always carried a brass pocket watch which seemed to be her treasured possession."

[...]

"..." Su Ming’an frowned slightly, as he seemed to have found a lead in the information.

"Ding-dong!"

"Perfect Pass (TE6) Progress: 20%"

The system was also indicating that this information was useful to him.

Su Ming’an continued reading but found only fragmented information, which was hard to verify as true or false.

[...The Lord of Acto City had a title back then, called ’Executor.’ There were banners in the relics that read ’Kill the Ya Sa Executor,’ ’Everyone hopes he dies,’ and such, making it hard to imagine why people hated him so much back then.]

[...Xia Sheng was a retired Hawk Hound veteran, known as the ’War God’ during the war era. Oddly, there are no further records of him. It seems he had two sons.]

[...]

Su Ming’an tried to match these descriptions with the eight people at the nocturnal meeting but the information was too fragmented. Ultimately, he decided to give up.

The day turned into that of the Caius Tower, so he needed to rest.

He leaned against the bed, briefly closing his eyes.

...

The sky was clear.

Today, the winter in the City of Measurement was unusually clear of rain or snow, the sky pure blue and the clouds untainted. The sunlight filtered through the dense green foliage.

People, carrying large and small bags and wearing excited yet tense expressions, moved about.

The Caius Tower is similar to a secret instance dungeon, a mysterious space of unknown origin. Inside, it harbors many treasures, such as hidden cutting-edge technology and powerful firearms.

Even if one doesn’t win, people can still gain a lot from the experience, much like an extradimensional treasure hunt.

Victory within the Caius Tower guarantees anyone, regardless of their persona level, direct residence in Central City. Wealth, power, and the most precious and advanced knowledge become easily attainable, effectively propelling one to the heavens.

Most importantly, there is something called the ’Source of Civilization.’ It is said to prolong ’the life of the world,’ helping the City of Measurement to continue for a longer period. This is another reason people fervently participate in the Caius Tower, to obtain it.

Some fight for wealth, some seek knowledge, and of course, some are spurred by the thoughts of revolt and resistance.

Battle groups were gathering in a hotel.

"Doris, look, look!" A red-haired battle group member, Wells, holding a piece of soap in his hand, shouted with excitement, "Look, this thing is actually free! There’s also free shampoo, free shower gel! Staying in a hotel and getting all these things, this trip is really worth it... ah!"

He was smacked hard on the head by Doris.

"Focus, we are not here for a vacation," Doris frowned, her mood not very good, "The Caius Tower is actually lethal... The mortality rate always exceeds 30%."

Wells grinned, rubbing his head, "I know, but there are only so few winners, and it’s very unlikely for our battle group to get a chance to enter Central City..."

"Wells, should you even be saying that!"

Behind him, a man with long hair and a dark look in his eyes stared at him:

"Our battle group’s goal is to break into Central City. Do you want to ignore all this bloodshed and calmly become a dignity-less maggot?"

Wells pursed his lips and turned away.

Doris turned her head and saw in the adjacent lounge a black-haired girl wielding a thin sword, practicing her fencing. With one swing of her sword, there was a flash of lightning, and the sound of the air splitting. The sharp intent of the sword made Doris’s heart shudder.

...Doris always felt that the leader’s sister, Luo Kylstia, was always hiding her true abilities. Although Luo always seemed to be engrossed in playing games, during battles, her slender body seemed to burst with a power stronger than anyone else’s.

"——Kaius Tower is ready to open, please have the participants enter the venue on time. We will conduct a unified transmission.

Friendly reminder, death in Kaius Tower equates to real death, and any scenarios you encounter, the pain will be 100%..."

"——Broadcasting, Kaius Tower is prepared to open..."

On the streets, the loudspeaker’s voice spread throughout the Core Area.

In the crowded crowd, Luna, wearing a Hawk Hound cap, looked up.

Under the leadership of Ming’an, who had been promoted to leader, she and her colleagues Karl, Casey, and others, headed to the venue.

In the crowd, she spotted Yamada Machiichi in a red dress, surrounded by elites from Constantine University, Dong An’an and Luocha, who notably wore personal wristwatches, a symbol of success.

She also saw Lu, who was following the battle group; his role was that of a battle group Guest Elder and was accompanied by members of the remote control army, Rimu Sheng, Qiuqiu, and Windsor.

She saw Lv Shu, who indeed was carrying two bags of roasted sweet potatoes, unsure whether he intended to feed them to Yamada or to throw them at Yamada’s head.

Finally, the surrounding noisy sounds gradually subsided, only the faint noise of a wheelchair remained.

People became quiet, they looked up towards the cloudless, deep blue sky.

The fresh morning sun spread its brilliant sunshine, its warmth full and fervent, delighting the spirit.

Under the brilliance, the City Lord in a black coat, looked down at the people gently.

——That City Lord, he was sitting on a floating platform, looking down at these participants, looking down at his people.

Behind him, was the dazzling glow of the Dawn.

"——Welcome everyone to Kaius Tower."

His voice, through the speakers, spread across the whole Core Area.

Homeless from The Fringe; mercenaries wielding weapons; assembly line workers in orange outfits; elites stepping out of the Ivory Tower; or elderly with white hair, supported by family members...

They unanimously turned their gazes towards the City Lord.

"... He always stands high." A player’s voice came from the crowd.

"Yes, his identity is always so privileged, his status always so elevated."

"The entire City-State belongs to him. The resources we struggle to seize are effortlessly available to him... I’ve seen his wheelchair, those constructed guns and muzzles, all of our reserves combined couldn’t match up."

"Shh, keep it down."

The buzz of voices gradually quieted down.

Su Ming’an looked at these bustling heads of people, like a dark torrent surging in the streets and alleys.

The participants would enter the [Waiting for Transmission Area] —— a large plaza.

At noon, when the clock struck twelve, all participants would be transported simultaneously.