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Chapter 655: Chapter 652: [Su Rin Express, Send Whenever You Want 2.0]

"Finally, I see you, Su Ming’an."

As soon as Su Ming’an approached, he heard a familiar voice.

He looked closely and saw a pink fox slowly appearing on Su Rin’s shoulder.

This familiar voice, Little Ai, quickly awakened his painful memories that he did not want to recall. The Eighth World had left him with PTSD, and every time he heard a familiar voice, his heart ached.

"Jiu Shen Aria?" He fished out the name from his memory.

"Mm-hmm, it’s me." The pink fox’s bushy tail swayed in the light. With the apocalyptic explosion scene in the background, it looked comfortable and elegant.

"How did you fall from being a deity to a fox?" Su Ming’an’s next words shattered her pride.

He remembered that this Jiu Shen’s pretentiousness was sky-high, with tentacles that were unmatched in the world. How had it now become a comedic character?

Little Ai immediately bristled: "I did not fall! I came out on my own! I have given the Reincarnation Authority to Xiber!"

"Without the Follower skill, can you still come out of the instance?" Su Ming’an asked in surprise.

"Of course. I sold the sovereignty of Qiongdi to the organizers long ago..." As Little Ai spoke, a series of censoring ’beep’ sounds interrupted.

Su Ming’an and Su Rin exchanged glances, sensing the importance of Little Ai’s words. But the sounds were like censored audience comments, unintelligible.

With a swoosh, the pink fox leaped from Su Rin’s shoulder and landed on Su Ming’an’s right shoulder.

"This will be my spot from now on." Little Ai stretched her paw and perched it on Su Ming’an’s shoulder.

Disdain was evident in Su Ming’an’s eyes.

Now with a black cat on his left shoulder and a pink fox on his right, was he supposed to go into battle looking like this?

If he added the noisy A’du and that fat white fur ball later on, this messy bunch would start holding meetings on him.

"Hm? You’re going to follow him from now on?" Seeing this, Su Rin couldn’t help but speak out.

He had been carrying Aria around everywhere since the end of the Eighth World. Aria had gone off on her own for a while, which was when she didn’t run into Su Ming’an. But now, upon meeting Su Ming’an, Aria switched sides immediately, not leaving any sentiment behind.

--Why did it feel like he was reduced to making deliveries again?

"Yeah, yeah, following you is too boring. All you do is wander around looking for houses or play with puppets, playing house in the instances." Little Ai nodded in agreement.

Su Rin coughed.

"I’m very useful, Su Ming’an. Let me follow you," Little Ai turned her head, her sparkling eyes looking at Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an looked repulsed until he heard the system prompt sound:

"Ding dong!"

[You’ve acquired an extra teammate: Aria]

[Aria (Nerfed)]

Level: ?

HP: 2000/2000

MP: 5000/5000

Main Weapon: Tentacles (Black)

Skills: Absorption, Purification, Mental Contamination, Hypnosis, Control, Binding

Combat Power Assessment: 2000+]

...

Upon seeing this panel, Su Ming’an’s initial refusal turned into consent: "Then stay."

He had experienced the intensity of the Qiongdi Jiu Shen’s tentacles, and though Aria had certainly been nerfed, she was still a force to be reckoned with.

Little Ai contentedly curled up on his shoulder.

"It’s wartime now. There are a lot of Faction Contribution Points and Experience Points to be had from eliminating the higher-ups of the Ninth City. Do you need any?" Su Ming’an turned to ask Su Rin.

"Keep it for yourself." Su Rin shrugged.

"What level are you now?" Su Ming’an asked.

"I don’t look at levels, I look at Authority." Su Rin was not in the mood for elaboration.

"Authority?"

"The degree to which I can wield the Soul Authority. My strength system is different from yours," Su Rin said indifferently.

"Then I’m off."

Su Ming’an stepped onto his wheelchair, locked onto AI Yeah’s location, and charged straight for the central building of the Ninth City.

The Ninth City adopted a council system, and even without the presence of the City Lord and Deputy City Lord, there were still several high-ranking members of the Ninth City who were alive, including players.

As soon as they saw Su Ming’an arriving bathed in golden light, players who were profiting from the Cloud City God’s faction frantically scattered in panic.

What was originally a technology exhibition had turned into a mess, with high-ranking officials congregating. Some activated technological items before escaping, causing them to go berserk. Plenty of players were fighting against the rogue technology.

"Damn, Su Ming’an!" someone exclaimed as if they saw a ghost upon spotting him.

"Swish!"

Su Ming’an slashed with his sword, the radiance drawn by the blade gathered like flowing water. Under the Passive of the [Lighthouse Chain (Red Level)] which boosted the [Attack Range +100%], the resulting Spatial Vibration almost affected half of the exhibition hall.

People didn’t even have a chance to flee before they were hit by the vibration, their bodies instantly torn apart by the violent surge.

[Faction Contribution Points: 198 points...]

[Faction Contribution Points: 203 points...]

...

Red numbers kept popping up. Some people, in a panic, broke through windows to escape but were pinned back down into the exhibition hall by Su Rin, who was floating outside, with a single sword strike.

The two coordinated smoothly, one slaughtering inside the high-rise, the other floating outside blocking escape routes, ensuring no high-ranking officials could flee amidst the chaos.

In the world channel, players on the brink of death spammed their chat.

[Anives (Unaffiliated): I regret it! I shouldn’t have joined the Cloud City God’s faction. What’s this, with Su Ming’an and Su Rin teaming up, we don’t stand a chance!!!]

[Priller (Cross Song Guild): Maybe you have to add Jiu Shen Aria too, I heard them chatting... ah, Su Ming’an has seen me, I’m done for.]

[Alex (Unaffiliated): Damn it, where’s Edward? Where did Edward go, he promised to protect us!]

[Uesugi Demu (Origin of Fusang): Edward is just trash!]

[Liu Yisi (Yangtze System): It’s clear from the role distribution, Su Ming’an is the human hero—he’s the only one who could save humanity. If given the chance, he’d definitely make the wish to ’save us.’]

[Lin Zilan (Lighthouse Guild): Haha, just watch the show.]

[Kasanmela (World Tree Guild): Su Ming’an!! You will not die a good death!!! After I become a Casual Player, I won’t let you off, I will launch a terror attack in the Main God World, go to hell!!!]

...

Various comments, coupled with the explosions in the building like fireworks, made this night unusually lively.

"Swoosh," a soft sound, and Su Ming’an instantly halted, a flaming arrow lodged in the ground in front of him.

He looked up to see a handsome man with a trendy hairstyle, holding a long bow emitting a purple glow, its special effects very dazzling—a Purple Grade weapon at first glance.

"Come on, have a few rounds with me, Number One Player," the man sneered.

Seeing Su Ming’an stop, the man quickly fired several more arrows, which amazingly penetrated the wheelchair shield Su Ming’an had hastily erected.

Since the Fifth World had widened the gap with ordinary players, Su Ming’an seldom saw anyone who could survive amidst spatial vibrations. His Judgment ability targeted the man, and the Amber Knife slashed toward the man’s head—

"Boom—!"

A loud explosion sounded, and Su Ming’an stopped again, avoiding the blast.

When he looked up, the man’s figure had already vanished, those fiery red arrows seemingly just a provocation toward him.

The kind who didn’t dare to face him head-on and ran after shooting a few arrows might later use this experience to post messages like, "The Number One Player fought with me and couldn’t kill me."

"How boring."

Su Ming’an didn’t care about the vanished man and continued to harvest Faction Points until the lobby gradually became quiet.

The floor tiles were full of cracks and bloodstains from the vibrations, mixed with some cotton-like flesh.

He got the information from a surviving executive that another group of executives from the Ninth City were escaping through a side road.

Ten minutes later, he appeared over a chaotic factory, intercepting a sneaky team.

With a "swoosh," he killed several unimportant leaders with a few slashes, leaving only a Councilman alive behind a Defensive Barrier.

The Councilman knew he couldn’t escape this calamity but still scolded him righteously like rebuking disloyal subjects and thieves:

"—Yasa Acto! You act perversely and practice plunder, spreading heresy, and slaughtering the defenders of order, you will eventually be punished!!"

"All I see is the decline of your Deity faction," Su Ming’an said coldly.

"The Deity wants you dead, you have no choice but to die!" The Councilman’s face was contorted with rage: "Humans have already lost, you are completely severing humanity’s last hopes! Don’t think that because Lin Guang spares you that you can do as you please—"

Su Ming’an swung his blade, decapitating the Councilman.

Blood spread in the darkness; he sheathed his sword and turned away.

A night of blood rain.

When some of the surviving executives of the Ninth City came to the council chamber trembling in the morning, they found Su Ming’an sitting in the Councilman’s place, with a sword laid across his lap. He leaned back in his chair, a pink fox on his left shoulder and a black cat on his right—what would have been a somewhat funny scene looked like a devil from hell in their eyes.

The former Councilman’s head was placed on the table by Su Ming’an, with the broken neck bone and congealed blood at the stump visible.

When everyone had arrived, Su Ming’an raised his head.

"The former City Lord of the Ninth City, Heracles, showed me disrespect," Su Ming’an said, "Therefore, I have taken back her City Lord position and return the sovereignty of the Ninth City—to humanity. I’m leaving you alive so that you may atone for your sins by following the guidance of the Lighthouse Church, abandoning the false Deity—are you willing?"

Upon hearing his words, people shook and submitted in fear.

And once they expressed their willingness, it was as though they were surrendering their last mental defenses, to be passively penetrated by the faith of the Lighthouse Church until completely brainwashed into followers, becoming qualified members of the Freedom Faction.

Su Ming’an notified Doomsday City to take over the Ninth City, and appointed barely competent players like Rimu Sheng as deputies, then left the Ninth City.

He had many things to do.

Dawn was breaking.

On the twelfth day since the instance activation, the Dawn War entered a full-scale war period.

Su Ming’an returned to Doomsday City, took his place at the control center, and remotely commanded a million-strong army using the AI Yeah’s information channels.

The capture of the Ninth City was just an example. With this night’s success, several other cities had already sought remote assistance from the City of Gods. If he went again, he would be met with a barrage of artillery fire.

Being able to disrupt the Mechanical Army’s arrangement within the Deity’s faction was already very beneficial to the war situation.

He passed on some of the cutting-edge technological research to Tretiya, instructing her to prudently arrange for talents to study it.

While he was busy, Su Rin swaggered back from outside.

"Where did you go?" Su Ming’an had not encountered Su Rin when he left last night and thought Su Rin had gone out shopping again.

"Bang," a loud sound.

Su Ming’an looked up to see a corpse on the ground, pierced by golden swords, next to which lay a long bow flickering with purple light. It was the body of that showy man who had provoked him last night.

"I went after someone," said Su Rin. "You should be interested in this bow. I made him hand it over before he died."

Su Ming’an picked up the purple bow and glanced at its attributes. The bow’s attack power was around 30, not as fast as Honor’s Hunt, but it had the special effect of [Ignoring Barriers and Shields]. Since it was given between players, it couldn’t be sold for points, but it could be given as a gift.

The bow would be quite suitable for Lu; he remembered Lu mentioning that he lacked a ranged weapon.

Su Rin sensed something: "You’re not planning on giving the bow I gave you to someone else, are you?"

"...No, for personal use," Su Ming’an put the thought aside and stowed the bow in his backpack.

He no longer paid attention to this group of players causing trouble and continued to manage his territory.

Recently, some interesting events had popped up on the territory panel. For instance, [City Lord, we need a security team; can you arrange one to protect us?], [City Lord, can we have a Great Library?], [City Lord, there are frequent power outages in Doomsday City at night, and the nearby resource gathering teams cause disturbances...] and a series of living events that gave him the feeling of playing a simulation business game.

He had already successfully exchanged for the Floating Cannon; the next step was the passive-skill potion, which required 5000 Faction Contribution Points. He should be able to get it in a few days.

On this day, time in Caius Tower paused once again, with the war having progressed to the 46th year after the Catastrophe. Over four years had passed since the full-scale war began.

The fires of war within the Freedom Faction burned even more fiercely, and the size of the million-strong army expanded once again.

Su Ming’an took charge of matters related to warfare and technological development, while Su Rin handled the internal affairs of Doomsday City. Rong Yuan was pulled out and stripped of duties, the messy Alliance forces were clearly segregated, the Great Commanders were reduced to four, and the powers of the smaller commanders were dissolved, redistributed to those who had contributed significantly.

Having been a deity of Cloud City, Su Rin was accustomed to balancing power; the chaos in Doomsday City was quickly suppressed by him.

Of course, there were troubles along the way. But when hard nuts to crack appeared, Su Rin didn’t hesitate to draw his sword and went directly to their homes, forcing everyone to "accept at heart and articulate their approval" for his power redistribution.

On the thirteenth day since the instance activation, the battle situation was evenly matched. Humans seemed to be slowly reversing their disadvantage, and many saw the glimmer of victory.

—And Su Ming’an hadn’t slept for two days.

The Lighthouse Church’s work on usurping faith in deities, AI Yeah’s command and coordination of the war situation, calls for support from the legions led by Lu and Luna, as well as inquiries from researchers and Trediya regarding the Three Domains... all needed him.

The city was running at high speed, driving the whole world. And he was the heart of the world’s pulse without a moment of rest.

The old iron laws and today’s rejuvenation clashed against each other as humanity and deities spread blood and fire in their struggle, grinding countless lives under the wheels of history.

In the 46th year of the Catastrophe, winter. Su Ming’an walked with a faltering step and collapsed on the sofa in his office.

"Click," a faint sound of the door opening came from outside. A figure entered the room and stood silently, gazing at Su Ming’an.