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Chapter 660: Chapter 657: "Lv Shu Has Long Been Dead!

[Kaius Tower: Night]

Amidst the nightfall, a spatial vortex spontaneously rose from the sandy ground.

The golden-haired boy leaped out from the vortex, holding a colorful book in his hands. The book had several lines of large text— "Dragon Country Chinese Pinyin Learning·For 4-Year-Olds".

"Starts with a ’t’, then comes ’ong’. Hiss, the second word starts with a ’w’, the third with a ’t’... The pinyin of Dragon Country is really hard to learn," Noel muttered, flipping through the book.

Suddenly, he looked up, put on his felt hat, and pushed down his golden strands of hair: "It was not easy to sneak in here, and Kaius Tower is really cold. There shouldn’t be any surveillance here..."

He looked around cautiously, and after figuring out the direction, he summoned the black crow Yinke and flew towards the direction of Doomsday City.

...

"Always Lv Shu, always Lv Shu—Why does everyone think I am Lv Shu!"

The white-haired young man, furious, had his eyes blood red, with silver snake-like electricity flowing around his body.

The golden halo stood like a small island in the night, as Su Rin pointed his sword blade at the enraged Lin Guang.

The two men confronted each other, with faint ripples of sound in the background.

"I am not Lv Shu—I have to repeat it so many times, Lv Shu has long been dead! Dead!!" Lin Guang was furious, hating to hear that name.

"Hmm, you say you are not Lv Shu—then why, in my eyes, your soul’s nature is almost identical to his?" Su Rin interrupted mercilessly.

"Get lost! It’s your eyes that are blind!" Lin Guang retorted furiously, his face turning crimson: "No one can stop me, no one can—"

His tone was frantic and urgent. Bringing Su Ming’an back to the City of Gods had become an obsessive fixation for him. The more unattainable it was, the more crazily he wanted to accomplish it.

"Crackle, pop."

The fine sounds of electronic collisions began, like the sound of ice crystals shattering.

Behind Lin Guang, a rotating spatial vortex suddenly lit up, and a mass of solid cannonballs poured out from the vortex, like a dark iron forest. For a moment, bluish particles sparkled like fireflies in the night, stunningly beautiful under the dark sky.

Su Rin’s expression was alert, his body’s light flaring up in a flash.

Firelight and plasma flickered at the mouth of the cannon, the dazzling light illuminating the entire cave in an instant.

A white protective shield lit up around Su Ming’an, protecting him just before Lin Guang opened fire.

"Boom—!!!"

A torrent of golden-red flames surged out in an instant, turning into nine dazzlingly bright blades, fiercely piercing into the plasma and creating a fierce roar. It was as if nine fire dragons were churning within, leaving shadows thrashing like sea grass around the cave.

The powerful blast of flames surged forward, and in an instant, flames clashed with cannon fire, tiny metallic fragments rose like grains of sand, blown by the night wind and fluttering around like snowflakes, making faint sounds upon hitting the shield.

Before the cave, it seemed as if even the night had been dispelled, and the world was momentarily as bright as daylight. Fine blood-red damage values sprung from both sides, accompanied by explosive blood.

"—Over there!"

At the foot of the mountain, Luna instantly noticed the dazzling light in the night. Her silver hair rose with the hot waves. Even miles apart, she could sense the intense heat.

"Someone got there faster than us?" Xia Sheng was incredulous.

They immediately quickened their pace, and the communicator in their hands emitted a "beep-beep" sound.

The daylight was brilliant, and all was silent.

The excessive brightness from an explosion made people lose their vision temporarily, only to vaguely see a golden figure swaying in the light.

A grating buzz like scraping glass swept past Su Ming’an’s ear, the collision between Lin Guang and Su Rin could only be described as a monumental clash between magic and technology, with tremendous momentum.

He exerted all his energy to barely open his eyelids and saw a fireworks-like blaze of brilliant light. Su Rin’s trench coat fluttered behind him, casting a splendid golden glow. The gold overlaid with deep blue evenly spread over the red hair, as if coated with a magnificent halo.

Dazzling electronic blue light exploded around Su Rin, yet it could never disintegrate his body.

For a moment, his figure appeared majestic, every inch of light rhythmically kissing his features. Those dark golden eyes shone brilliantly, like the ocean burning in the sunset.

At that moment, Su Rin looked exactly like the deity Su Ming’an had encountered in front of the church in Yun Shang City, majestic and inviolable, his entire being merged into the dazzling pyre.

Suddenly, a coughing of blood sounded from behind Su Ming’an.

"Cough—!"

The scorching blood splattered onto his shoulder. Lin Guang turned his head away, careful not to get blood on Su Ming’an’s hair.

In this collision, Lin Guang lost.

Lin Guang only had combat power over 6000 when he was connected to those red hoses. Now, being a bionic body, his combat power was around 2500. Su Ming’an had once defeated him in a matter of seconds before, as his strength wasn’t strong.

When Lin Guang left the City of Gods, it was these types of bionic bodies that were sent out while he himself stayed in the City of Gods.

"How strange." Su Rin looked at the bleeding Lin Guang, "The color of your soul is almost identical to that of Lv Shu, purely white. I didn’t expect someone as vile and traitorous as you could have a soul of such pure color. I almost thought I saw it wrong."

Su Rin had seen the texture of many people’s souls, which was within his power of authority.

For evildoers, the color of their souls was very murky. For those utterly wicked, it was like dense black ink.

For the righteous, the souls were generally grayish white. Even the most charitable had evil thoughts and desires in their hearts, which inevitably tainted their souls with a layer of gray.

In his more than eighty years of observing life, Su Rin had rarely seen a purely white soul. The Knight of Light from Pulaya counted as one, and so did that young man named Lv Shu. Now, this utterly wicked Lin Guang was also one of them.

Pure white signifies a clarity as immaculate as blank paper, almost devoid of personal desires, innocent as a newborn child—Su Rin could not believe Lin Guang’s soul was pure white.

Su Rin had thought he would see the blackest, filthiest soul in history.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Lin Guang coughed up blood, standing in front front of Su Ming’an. His arm was blown off halfway, and his back was charred, almost revealing the white bones.

"What, you think... I am, an evildoer?" Lin Guang sneered. His blood-stained face looked devilishly frenzied, and his white hair, damp with blood, clung to his face.

"No one cares about the righteousness of your actions; the people only yearn for freedom and peace," Su Rin said indifferently. "If your righteousness spells disaster on a survival level for humans, then you ought to be deemed an ’evildoer.’ The law of the city-states should be based on human psychological and physical needs, providing a generous environment and stabilizing their lives. But your twisted rule offers nothing but war, superstitious beliefs, and violence. You have given nothing to humanity."

"Who do you think you are?—You dare preach to a ruler of the world! This is my era, it belongs to my time!!" Lin Guang roared, blood seeping from a wound on his forehead, streaming down his face like a small stream, looking extremely terrifying.

Even with severe injuries, he still stood upright in front of Su Ming’an, blood trickling down his trouser legs, gradually forming several layers of blood puddles on the uneven ground.

Su Rin’s expression was faint.

Through the raging Lin Guang, he seemed to faintly see his former self.

"Long periods of arrogance and solitude can foster madness. The ideals of rule and balance seize the personal will of rulers, causing them to lose their former selves and become almost heartless and desireless ’deities’— because of an excessive love for this land, they give their lives to their faith. This broad and terrifying equal love, however, leads to disaster, for the ’god’ and ’human’ ways of thinking are ultimately different, unable to empathize or understand— humans can’t understand you, and you can’t understand the people you govern."

Su Rin pointed to the statue-like motionless Su Ming’an:

"Like this guy, although he pulled me down from Yun Shang City, his action was detestable. But, it allowed me to find my former humanity, for the first time, I felt that my mindset was so young. I hope you can understand this feeling too."

Su Ming’an was silent.

...Detestable?

"What are you rambling about?" Lin Guang, having heard Su Rin’s words, looked utterly perplexed.

Su Rin’s argument was like playing the lute to a cow. Lin Guang couldn’t even comprehend love, let alone experience the feelings ’of a god’.

"..." Su Rin was at a loss for words.

He said no more, as a blade edge plunged into Lin Guang’s chest from the front and emerged from the back, making a "sizzling" sound like roasting meat.

Yet Lin Guang, as if unable to feel the pain, stared intently at him.

A burnt smell wafted through the air. The body of the young man with white hair began to emit a charred black hue from the pierced spot, specks of Starfire seeming about to ignite and consume his body.

"Why... does everyone want to stop me," Lin Guang murmured to himself. He stretched out his hand, desperately trying to reach Su Ming’an’s wheelchair, his eyes nearly desperate as he stared at him.

"Lewis, if you want to survive... come to the City of Gods."

"The gates of the City of Gods are always open for you. If you want to bring people in, I agree, but the number can’t exceed three digits."

"Soon... that’s going to be the only Noah’s Ark."

Lin Guang’s gaze was almost scorching:

"I’ll wait for you... to come to me."

After saying this, his body suddenly burst into intense flames. The splendid Golden Fire, using him as firewood, leapt fiercely, and in an instant, the figure of the young man with white hair dispersed into the air with the flames.

Su Rin landed, the surrounding flames extinguished, and the cave returned to silence.

For a moment, only the moonlight outside the cave, like a light veil, softly draped over his coat.

He stared at Su Ming’an for a few seconds and said some ’nonsense literature’: "Indeed, you are one of the few who can understand human speech; that one just now was an idiot."

"..." Su Ming’an remained silent.

Su Rin’s palm pressed on his shoulder, a stream of warm golden fluid slid down, quickly flowing through his entire body.

After sensing for a moment, Su Rin let out a light ’eh’.

"Fascinating body structure, essentially no different from humans, surprisingly powered only by a core energy source at the back of the neck." Su Rin stood straight up, his palm covered in golden light: "I’ll perform a surgery on you, so you can be unaffected by the hibernation system. If you agree, blink."

Su Ming’an didn’t move, and even blinking was difficult for him.

"I’ll take that as your agreement," Su Rin said.

A flash of golden light, and a surgery scalpel, thin as a cicada’s wing, was pinched between Su Rin’s thumb and forefinger, the blade edge close to the skin.

"The surgery is going to be very painful, and since there’s no anesthesia, I will weave a dream for you," Su Rin said, "to prevent you from screaming as if I’m killing you."

Su Ming’an almost thought he had misheard.

... Dream weaving? Su Rin knew how to do that?

He had already figured out Su Rin’s skills: first was that dazzling golden light, capable of clashing with cannon fire. Then there was the soul cloning, which Su Rin had used in Qiongdi. After that were some minor uses of the soul, mostly unremarkable. And now, it turned out he could weave dreams too.

Thinking about it, Su Rin had been in Yun Shang City for over sixty years; apart from playing with Barbie dolls, he must have occasionally indulged in dreams to cope with the painful days.

A searing fluid entered through the back of Su Ming’an’s neck, bringing a drowsy sensation.

He unconsciously closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually fading.

... Indeed, Su Rin had woven him a beautiful dream.

It was a complex and lengthy dream, like another lifetime.

In the dream, his family was happy, his father didn’t die, his mother wasn’t insane. The girl next door hadn’t suffered domestic violence. They wore thick cotton-padded jackets, impervious to the cold of the icy nights, and a blond youth passing by gave them balloons, telling them he had a bright and splendid life journey.

Following a long avenue lined with ginkgo trees, he met a young man playing at the foot of a mountain. The young man’s home was a classic wooden structure, with black and white chess pieces and tea sets placed among pavilions and water pavilions, and the flames couldn’t touch this family at all, the tea shimmered with a layer of soft green light.

Together, the three of them traveled around the world... encountering a Fusang Lolita girl untouched by depression, a North Country girl not cyberbullied because of her sexual orientation, and a blue-haired man from a family with both parents alive and well.

He freely played the piano in a bright piano room, attended classes in large classrooms, played tabletop games, and held picnic gatherings. No one condemned them, envied them, or morally hijacked them.

While traveling, he occasionally received calls from family, his father asking how his day was, reminding him to enroll in college after the summer, his mother telling him to wear more clothing, mentioning she had written a new piece of music...

Suddenly, he heard a "beep" sound, like the sound of a balloon bursting, like a stone falling into a pond reflecting a beguiling floral pattern.

Then, he woke from the dream.

Nothing had happened.

... In the dream, all the assumptions were beautiful, yet none of these happy assumptions could be realized.

The gentle greetings from the phone were gone, and everything became abruptly quiet, as if suffocating.

As if trapped in a kind of surreal stagnation, he stared blankly at the dawn breaking ambiguously over the mouth of a cave, morning dew hanging on dead leaves, the sun and the morning embracing in the first gentle glow of light, falling into his eyes.

He could only hear his heartbeat, one beat after another, momentarily throwing his thoughts into chaos, almost forgetting to think.

After a while, he realized it had all just been a dream.

"... Alright, the surgery is over," Su Rin’s voice came from behind him, laden with deep fatigue.

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