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Chapter 648 - 645: "All Perfect Passers.

Chapter 648: Chapter 645: "All Perfect Passers.

[Su Ming’an (06:29): Lv Shu, Noel, if you receive this message, please respond.]

...

With a "click," Su Ming’an finished replenishing the ammunition of his wheelchair.

An hour had passed since he sent out that message, and there had still been no response from Lv Shu and Noel.

...

[Lu (7:56): Has Lv Shu also been invaded? This invasion mechanism is somewhat unreasonable.]

[Yamada Machiichi (7:56): Should I not have mocked him for baking sweet potatoes? Could he have had a mental collapse from it and been taken advantage of... Shu Bao, Nuo Bao, come back quickly, I’ll treat you to tropical-flavored iced black tea, okay?]

[Luna (7:57): I don’t know what’s happened to the other parallel instances. If this condition can’t be reversed, we’re going to lose a lot of our brethren.]

...

Su Ming’an extended his right hand, and above his wrist, the image of a man with blond hair and blue eyes appeared.

Because Xike had entered hibernation, he had switched to a new AI named "Yeah." After validating Ya Sa’s iris, Yeah also gained the highest authority.

[Hello, Doctor. I am Yeah. From today onward, I will serve as your personal AI and assist you.] Yeah displayed a perfect smile:

[I have mastered all the data left by my predecessor "Xike." As for the cause of the time repetition in the laboratory, that information is under lock. It seems only the Dawn System would be aware of it.]

"Dawn System..." Su Ming’an said.

The Dawn System must have also transcended the timelines of 72 years (Central City Laboratory) — 102 years (City of Measurement), just like Xike.

—Dawn and Xike had long been conning him together.

He had previously been unsure whether to trust Dawn or Xike, only to find they had always been in cahoots.

Including the present Yeah, all of its actions and words were likely dictated by Dawn.

Things that Xike could not disclose, Yeah probably couldn’t either.

However, none of that mattered. He had only switched to Yeah because he didn’t want to see Xike. They were all tools to him.

...

He looked up—the corridor ahead had come to an end, and a metal door with a valve gate stood directly opposite him.

This was the main gate of the Central City Laboratory. No one had passed through it due to the lockdown.

"Swish!"

He drew the knife, and with a powerful swing, the Amber Knife sent a glass-shattering crack extending forward in an instant.

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[Active Skill (Condensation): Your next attack will include the "Spatial Fracture" effect, adding extra slashing damage to enemies in front of you and boosting the "Destructive Degree" effect on items in front of you. The strength of the effect directly correlates with the player’s Space Skills level. Cooldown Time: three minutes.]

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"BOOM—!" Su Ming’an stepped back as the intense linear vibration damaged the iron door. This skill was very effective in destroying structures.

The iron door was damaged, and a blood-red warning light lit up. A squad of laboratory guardians came rushing over, only to see Su Ming’an cutting down the door.

"Doctor, are you... chopping down the door?" Captain Cheng Luohe called out, a middle-aged man holding a bright red sniper rifle.

He had thought some inferior persona had come out to maliciously destroy the main gate. He rushed over with great momentum, only to see the doctor, sitting in his wheelchair, wildly hacking at the door.

Cheng Luohe found it hard to describe what he felt seeing this scene.

Indeed, the doctor had gone mad a long time ago, but only now was his true nature revealed.

"Don’t mind me," Su Ming’an said offhandedly, continuing to chop down the door.

"Swish!" The iron door showed a crack.

This iron gate was impervious to both iris and fingerprint authentication; he had to force it open violently.

He kept chopping, earnestly focused on the task.

Gradually, many students learned that the doctor was crazily chopping at the door, and in less than three minutes, a crowd gathered upon hearing the news.

They stared at Su Ming’an ferociously assaulting the door, and the atmosphere sank into an awkward silence.

At that moment, they all shared a feeling of inevitability—[The day has come; the doctor has finally lost his mind.]

Dong Xu whispered, "Xu Dong, I told you to talk less usually. You’ve annoyed the doctor to insanity."

"It’s not my fault." Xu Dong immediately passed the blame: "It’s definitely because you people are constantly competing fiercely, studying to death, and drove the doctor nuts with it."

"You have the nerve to say I’m the intense one?" Dong Xu retorted: "What are we supposed to do now? Continue to let the doctor hack away?"

"Let him chop for now, consider it venting. Doctor Terra from the psychiatric department is already on his way," Xu Dong consoled.

Watching Su Ming’an frantically hacking away at the door, their eyes filled with pity. The doctor’s body was already frail, coughing up blood at the slightest exertion, and now his mind too was troubled... Was this the decline of a hero?

"BOOM—!" With a gust, the Amber Knife’s skill activated once more, and with a loud sound, the iron door "crashed" open to the outside world—

Brilliant sunlight poured in, and the view of the outside world shrouded in light was indistinct.

He was surprised; he could indeed exit from here.

So what if he stepped outside now—would he arrive in the year of the Catastrophe 72?

He walked forth.

Brilliant sunlight fell upon his shoulders as he entered the outside world’s warm sunshine.

Ginkgo trees stood in rows on both sides of the street, and in the emptiness of the neighborhoods, only the cold wind danced with the falling leaves in the air.

The wheels of the wheelchair crunched over the withered leaves, making a crisp sound.

He looked back—what he saw was no longer the laboratory but a ruined building with not a single student peering at him.

He had not stepped into the Catastrophe of year 72 but had returned to the Catastrophe of year 102 in the City of Measurement.

He had once found this ruined building "familiar" because it was the ruins of the laboratory.

"Dawn!" he shouted, "I have something to ask you."

—Why was it only the laboratory’s time that remained in year 72?

"Swish."

In front of the door, Dawn’s figure appeared, its long white hair flowing down like a waterfall.

Before he could ask, Dawn immediately interrupted him: "—Don’t ask!"

It dashed in front of him, its transparent hand reaching out, hovering in front of his face as if wanting to cover his mouth: "Don’t ask!"

Dawn’s expression was strikingly similar to the previously seen Xike, both showing refusal to answer and even fear of his questions.

Su Ming’an’s hand lifted slightly, touching the transparent hand of Dawn in the void.

He understood why both Dawn and Xike forbade him from asking questions—it was because there was surveillance from "Ta Wei." If he asked a question, revealing his ignorance of certain secrets, it would be known to "Ta Wei."

He had guessed before that the relationship among him, Dawn, and Ta Wei was somewhat balanced. A mistake by any party could lead to a massive shift in the situation, even leading to a total loss.

Last cycle, his inadvertent slip at the night meeting, revealing he wasn’t Acto, forced Dawn to kill him.

—It seems that this balance among the three could only be understood at the very end.

He had a premonition that if he persisted in questioning Dawn now, exposing his ignorance about something, he would face a similar death as in the previous cycle.

He glanced at Dawn and refrained from asking further, propelling his wheelchair to fly toward the direction of the outer city.

...

[Main God World]

"Draw a circle... hmm, this is the head, this is the butterfly..." Lin Yin was lying next to a tea house in the old town street, drawing sugar figures on a whiteboard in her hand.

The golden syrup gradually took shape. She glanced at the sugar figure, ghastly neither human nor ghost, and threw down the stick in her hand in frustration.

"It’s so hard to draw!" she muttered between clenched teeth.

She had already given up on buying sugar figures of Lv Shu on the street, trying to learn to draw them herself. However, her clumsy painting skills and distorted technique resulted in something even uglier than Lv Shu’s creations.

"Damn it, why can’t I draw, why can’t I draw—!" Enraged and embarrassed, she pounded the table. With a "crack," the entire table was split in half by her monstrous strength.

Casual Players passing by on the street saw this and quickly kept their distance.

The gap between Adventurer Players and Casual Players was growing ever wider, with scenes of "Number One Player single-handedly withstanding missiles," "Number One Player single-handedly slaughtering over a thousand of the Mechanical Army" on display. The ground-shaking scenes of gunfire were shockingly impactful, deeply shaking people’s perceptions.

—Have Adventurer Players really become this powerful?

—It’s only been four months, yet the Number One Player can now massacre entire legions. So by the end of the year’s game, would they become the sole targets of such slaughter?

Seeing this situation, many people felt the urgency and decided to step into the next world. However, many more were so despairing that they had realized the truth—they were already too late.

Just consider the Ninth World, where the Combat Power of individual Mechanical Army units ranged from 200 to 1000. They operated as a team—killing one would attract a swarm. Even if Players joined Edward’s Rebel Army and opted to target the relatively weaker residents, they couldn’t escape the fate of being captured and executed.

This was a vicious cycle. Boss-level Combat Power from the First World had become a common enemy in the Ninth World.

With over a third of the game’s progression complete, the class hierarchy was almost cemented, and identities were hard to change.

Many were even wailing on forums, suggesting that "strong Players should support the weaker ones, or else the weak have no place to stand," with some even pointing fingers at the United Group, saying, "Isn’t your purpose is to ensure the survival of the majority? Now that the top-ranked Players are so powerful they can crush armies, how will you protect our lives?"

"..."

Lin Yin closed her eyes.

She had long known that the world was in complete chaos—desire, goodwill, malice, jealousy, brutality, insanity... These things had crammed into the world, turning everything upside down.

Some ordinary people revealed their nobility, while some who claimed to be just showed their hypocrisy and ugliness. The kind could become avaricious villains, and criminals could turn into chivalrous good Samaritans.

"A complete mess," she murmured.

If she didn’t know Lv Shu and Su Ming’an and others, aware that not all top-ranked players were evil, she would’ve been filled with immense panic like these people.

She cleaned up the table, walking back against the fearful stares of people, only to hear a "click" sound.

It was the alert for a server-wide broadcast, which Players could launch by paying enough Points to transmit a message to everyone.

The live broadcast hanging above the street showed a Western man. He was dressed in a crisp suit, his hair neatly styled with gel.

Beneath the image was a line of small text representing his name, "Blair Dion".

Smiling, he addressed everyone staring at him:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have learned a truth that I can share with all of you."

"You can choose to believe this truth, or you can choose not to believe it. Of course, as time goes on, you will come to believe this truth more and more—because it is indeed true."

Lin Yin stood still, staring at the screen.

At that moment, she felt as if she could hear the "thump-thump" beating of her heart, as if something important was about to happen.

People around stopped to listen; a full-service broadcast like this was expensive, and the words spoken usually contained a lot of information.

Dion spread his hands:

"Honestly, when I learned the truth, even I was shocked.

"[—All players who achieve a Perfect Pass in the game can, at the moment the game ends, have one wish granted. This wish, the organizers must fulfill. Whether it be domination of a planet, the massacre of all people, or to become the emperor of a new world.]

"Of course, you would certainly say that this speculation has been raised before, but what I mean is—this is not speculation, it is absolutely true."

"You will eventually see the scene where all players who achieve a Perfect Pass make their wish to the organizers at the end of the game."

"You will eventually be at the mercy of those who make a Perfect Pass, and with just one wish, they could rule over you as easily as if they were slaughtering chickens, even if you meet the progress requirements."

"As for why I say this is true..." His words were cut off abruptly as a bright light suddenly shone upon him.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the white light, Dion laughed like a madman, with tears falling.

"Hahaha, hah—sure enough, hitting your sore spot, so eager to silence me..." his words stopped abruptly.

The live broadcast screen went off with a "click".

Lin Yin stood where she was as the cold wind seeped into her collar, suddenly causing her to shiver.

The surroundings were silent, and everyone seemed suddenly unsure of what to do next.

Lin Yin pulled her collar tight and quickly returned to her villa, her calves trembling—she was so scared. Yet she shouldn’t be afraid.

But hearing this news, she truly felt a sincere fear, a fear of her destiny being controlled by others.

If even she could feel scared, not to mention those ordinary people who were weaker.

One hour later, the United Group officially posted an obituary on the forum.

Today (January 28, 2022) at 8:16 AM, Italian-born adventurer player Blair Dion, who broadcasted a full-service live stream, died after the broadcast was forcefully interrupted by the organizers.

The cause of death was violation of some kind of "Rules", eradicated by the organizers, his body destroyed.

Blair Dion had made many contributions to maintaining human order during his lifetime and had probed the truth about the Perfect Pass. We regret his death. As for why he was eradicated, the famous forum player Hubert speculated that Dion might have used some off-the-books method in his probing, violating some rule of the "game"...

Lin Yin closed the forum.

"..."

She held a hot water bottle, but felt only cold throughout her body.

"All those who achieve a Perfect Pass..."

"Su Ming’an..."