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Chapter 645: Chapter 642: "No matter who it is, it’s all the same.

Between the blood-colored sunset, Su Ming’an lay in his bed and had a dream.

In the hazy dream, his vision was not very clear.

He vaguely saw a laboratory. The pure white pod was made up of various precise instruments, layered into an orderly arrangement.

A man with black hair and gray eyes sat quietly next to the coffin-like pod, his fingers caressing its surface. He was too thin, with the contours of his spine almost clearly visible through his pure white shirt, and the bones of his fingers bore a sickly white sheen.

"Acto—when you wake up ten years from now, twenty years, or even thirty years later, there’s a high chance you won’t be yourself anymore. Are you mentally prepared for that?" Outside the door, a woman with black hair in a white lab coat approached, expressing her concern.

"Mmm," Acto responded.

"I don’t want you to do this," the woman said.

She sat next to him, looking into his eyes, "We finally ended the Century Catastrophe, humanity still needs you. Ya Sa, I’m still waiting for you to teach me..."

Acto gently pushed her away.

His arms were as pale as a dead man’s, thin as a twig, and the woman felt a stinging pain from the push.

"It must be done," said Acto. "Gambling against the god-like ’Ta Wei,’ we need to give it our all. Humanity is too insignificant, like wild grass, even with the Source of Civilization after the Century Catastrophe; we are still like ants—if we want to preserve our world, I need to do this."

"You’re always like this," the woman said. "I can never persuade you."

Acto smiled, then lay down inside the pod.

He lay there straight, with various tubes connected to him, like chains they "clicked" and locked onto his gaunt frame.

"I can only hope the visitor is a decent person," Acto murmured, his eyes slightly closed, the corners of his mouth curving upward:

"But no matter who it is, it’s all the same."

...

Su Ming’an suddenly awoke.

He sat up in bed and glanced at the System Time; he had slept for an hour.

...Why had he dreamt of Acto?

"Ding dong!"

The system prompt sounded.

[Due to completing a time node·Initiating the Dawn War, you have obtained a memory of Acto (1/4).]

...

Su Ming’an stepped out of bed, greeted by the blood-colored sunset on his face.

This segment of memory wasn’t particularly vast—Acto knew that someone from another world would take possession of his body later on.

Only, what did Acto mean by "gambling against ’Ta Wei’" in his words?

"Click."

He heard a crisp sound from outside the door; he opened it to find Fayse holding a cup of milk.

"Lord, are you awake?" Fayse’s eyes lit up: "Have some hot milk. At your age, drinking milk helps you grow taller."

Su Ming’an currently appeared to be at least twenty, yet Fayse treated him as if caring for a small child.

Or perhaps, she treated everyone this way because of her nature, harboring an age-inappropriate maternal love.

"I don’t drink milk." Su Ming’an was about to close the door, but Fayse quickly said, "Ah, Lord, do you mind if I come in and have a few words?"

Su Ming’an stepped aside, letting her in.

"Lord, I can tell that Tretiya likes you." Fayse said this as soon as she entered.

"So?"

"In this era, by convention, partners are matched based on the amount of resources they possess. Only those with comparable levels of resources are suitable to be together and raise the next generation," Fayse said. "You two are quite well-matched. Tretiya may not be your equal but has been a peak force preventing human infighting over the past thirty years and has abundant resources of her own. I think you two could..."

"Alright, get out."

Su Ming’an unceremoniously drove out Fayse, who had come to play matchmaker. He suspected that Fayse was an envoy sent by Tretiya.

With a "bang!" the door closed.

But Fayse persisted, knocking on the door: "Lord, I haven’t finished speaking."

Su Ming’an felt a headache coming on—according to previous information, Acto would call this person "Mom." Fayse was clearly a lively young woman of twenty-five, so how could she be called "Mom"?

He opened the door. Fayse handed him the milk: "Lord, at least drink some. Milk is a rare commodity; everyone saved it especially for you."

"You drink it," Su Ming’an refused. He wasn’t so desperate as to treasure a bottle of milk.

"What, you’re still afraid that everyone is trying to poison you?" Yao Wen, a black-haired child, said abruptly as he passed by.

"Yao Wen, watch your language!" Fayse scolded.

"Hmph," Yao Wen turned his head. "If he won’t drink, just take the milk away. No one else has had any."

Perhaps it was the child’s inherent need for attention that was at play; seeing his mother always concerned about Acto, Yao Wen was unhappy.

"Mom, you drink it," Yao Wen said. "If we take the milk back, everyone will start passing it around again."

Fayse glanced at Su Ming’an: "Then, then I’ll drink it. Lord, it’s a pity if you don’t. This was specially prepared for you by everyone..."

She tilted her head back, downing the milk in one gulp.

Su Ming’an leaned against the doorframe, opened the panel, and planned to see how the Domain was developing.

But just as he opened the interface, he heard a "crack!"—the sound of a glass bottle shattering.

He turned his head, just as blood began to trickle from the corners of Fayse’s mouth. She stared blankly at the glass, her lips parted, but all she could spit out was mouthful after mouthful of black blood.

Her legs gave way, and she slumped to the ground, tilting to one side.

"Mommy Fayse—!" Yao Wen was terrified.

"There’s..." Fayse’s hand reached out, blood accumulating more and more at the corner of her mouth: "Poison... someone wants to harm the Lord..."

The light in her eyes diminished bit by bit, her body convulsing unnaturally.

Yao Wen immediately scampered off to call for help. Su Ming’an carried Fayse to the nearby medical room, laying her on the bed.

He quickly searched the cabinet for antitoxins, but then heard Fayse’s faint voice from the operating table.

"Lord... Lord..."

Su Ming’an frowned slightly, glancing at Fayse’s condition; the poison had reached her heart.

The person who poisoned her really intended to kill him but unintentionally made Fayse the scapegoat.

Fayse extended her hand, clutching his wrist, black blood continuously flowing from her pale lips. Her eyes firmly fixed on him, her face was full of sorrow.

In this world, death comes too unexpectedly.

"Lord..."

"From now on, don’t drink anything handed to you by anyone..."

"I, I love..."

She closed her eyes.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The doors of the medical room burst open, and people stood at the doorway in shock, only to witness a scene enveloped in a white glow.

The red-haired woman on the operating table, bit by bit, from head to toe, turned into a brilliant radiance that rose and vanished. Even amidst the white light, there was a faint trace of blood.

"Mom..." Yao Wen let out a mournful cry, falling to her knees.

Su Ming’an didn’t move, his gaze stone-cold as he stared at the group of people.

From the blood, it was evident that Fayse had contracted the deficiency disease, her death was inevitable; the poisoning today merely expedited her demise—she had taken the poison for him once.

——So, who exactly had poisoned the milk?

He picked up the shell necklace Fayse had left on the operating table, placing it in the palm of Yao Wen’s hand.

"Lord!" Xia Sheng and the others arrived just in time, stunned at the scene before them of intertwining white and blood-red lights.

"Find out. Who touched that bottle of milk," Su Ming’an said indifferently.

He left the medical area.

It was now System Time, five-thirty in the evening, and he didn’t plan to sleep anymore, one hour was enough.

He had thought that the loyalty of the people in Zone Eleven had reached the standard, but it seemed there were still those who wished to kill him. It appeared that preaching was urgently needed.

He went up to the rooftop and adjusted the live broadcast equipment.

For the next four hours, he continuously live-streamed to advance the takeover of faith in the Deity. The Deity’s camp couldn’t stop Xike’s pervasive infiltration; his voice could be broadcast from every electronic device.

He found that as long as he was speaking, the intensity of the Missionary Halo’s beguilement could be deepened, regardless of the content of his speech.

Thus, tired of preaching moral principles, he started telling various stories—he had to maintain the audience’s interest and attention to the live stream, to prevent them from growing bored.

He found that people seemed to be particularly interested in passionate adventure stories.

Therefore, making himself the protagonist, he improvised stories from the World Game, planning to start from the Apocalypse of the First World and end with the Eighth World Dome, intending a serialized format.

In this way, many would listen repeatedly, continuously reinforcing their memories.

As night fell, he leaned back in his chair, with the rooftop recording equipment already beginning to freeze over, today’s broadcast had ended.

He glanced at his Faction Contribution Points: 12,209 points.

His storytelling during the live broadcast was plundering the Deity’s faith, making people believe in him instead. This was more strategically significant than killing Exotic Beasts, as the Contribution Value soared rapidly.

Bathed under the starry sky, he descended the building.

Nearby eaves were adorned with white cloth; since Fayse had left no body behind, they could only erect a tomb of garments and a hat in her memory. She had died almost silently, if not for the poisoning incident, no one would have remembered her name.

Su Ming’an entered the building where Xia Sheng and the others were located. As he pushed the door open, he felt the extremely oppressive atmosphere within.

A young man was bound head to toe, pressed to the ground, with dozens of people sitting silently on chairs around him.

"Lord, we found out, this man was the one who poisoned you. His name is Hui Te, an ordinary Beacon member, nothing unusual about him on normal days, nobody expected he would poison you," Xia Sheng said as he pushed the bound youth forward, making him kneel with his forehead touching the ground.

"Thud," the youth’s forehead hit the floor, making a crisp sound, drawing blood.

Su Ming’an sat in the chair in front of the youth, waiting for him to lift his bloodied face.

"Why did you poison me?" Su Ming’an asked coolly.

"I just wanted to survive!" Hui Te bit his lip, "Only with your death can we return to the Deity’s camp—continuing like this, you’ll lead us all to death!"

"Hmm," Su Ming’an replied, "Zone Eleven doesn’t need traitors. Xia Sheng, execute him."

Hui Te was stunned; he never expected the Lord to disregard his explanation entirely and order his death outright.

He had been waiting here for four hours, specifically waiting to answer the Lord’s questions, prepared to argue the myriad reasons behind the inevitable downfall of humanity, and yet the Lord decided to kill him upon arrival?

A "bang" resonated as Xia Sheng’s gun discharged, the bullet piercing Hui Te’s forehead.

Hui Te fell to the ground, his body quickly dragged away by others.

Su Ming’an’s eyes remained detached and cold.

He had grown tired of debating with traitors, unnecessary people were simply to be killed, and there was nothing to discuss with those who turned to Ta Wei.

"If we are to resist the Deities, it is indeed normal for most people to become traitors," Sita Xi whispered. "After all, our gathering place is still too small, and people don’t trust us..."

"Having a place called ’Zone Eleven’ isn’t enough," Su Ming’an lifted his gaze. "Sen, what was this area called before? Let’s build a city."

He had seen the abandoned large-scale factories and amusement parks here before; Zone Eleven must have been a city that shrank into a chaotic gathering place due to the Catastrophe.

"This city used to be called..." Sen paused for a moment: "Doomsday City."

At that moment, Su Ming’an felt a coincidence called "history," as if the river of time flowed past him.

"Good," Su Ming’an said, "Doomsday City, resisting against the ten cities, striving for freedom and liberation—we will build our city, and it will be called Doomsday City."

"Ding-dong!"

At the very top of the Domain panel, the original "Domain Name: Beacon/Zone Eleven" automatically changed to "Doomsday City."

Contemplation flashed through his eyes.

Caius Tower... What exactly is it? Could it really just be to let him experience a piece of history that has already occurred?

That dream just now...

...

The blood-red sunset bathed everything below.

Behind Lin Guang, hundreds of slender tubes glowed faintly, with what seemed like blood flowing within them.

He walked all the way up, reaching the topmost level—this was a pure white circular rooftop. In the center of the rooftop, where the halos converged, a red-covered hardback book was quietly embedded in the control console.

He took a deep breath, his fingers coming together, palm resting on the book.

"Deity." His voice was low: "What should I do?"

As the most powerful Agent, he possessed the ability to communicate directly with the Deity.

It was as though faint whisperings lingered around him, and moments later, a gentle male voice reached his ears:

"Do not kill Acto, find a way to capture him and bring him back. If he wants to start a war, let him fight."

"He is the most important one, everything else... is not important."

"Why are you so interested in him?" Lin Guang asked.

There was a moment of silence around him.

"—Because only the ’Civilization Gambling Pact’ can extract the World Source from within him, we need him to complete this pact," said the Deity.

"You’re so desperate for the World Source, it seems your world is on the verge of destruction," Lin Guang said. "What if I insist on killing him? No one gets the World Source, and we all die together."

The Deity chuckled softly.

The voice was even gentler, as if whispering into his ear.

"You won’t do that."

"Go, bring him back."

The voice faded away.

Lin Guang clenched his fists, the murkiness in his eyes growing more intense.

"You have the skill to whisper across worlds to us," Lin Guang stared at the book. "But the moment you officially invade our world... I will definitely kill you."

With a bang, he swept the book to the ground, and the blood-red pages fluttered chaotically, like a swarm of crimson butterflies.

"The struggle between civilizations and races has always been brutal. The defeated world is destroyed, all beings die, or become the walking dead," he said:

"But the victorious side—will absolutely be our world, your invasion is a delusion."

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