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Chapter 661 - 658: Su Rin Dyes Her Hair White Overnight.

Chapter 661: Chapter 658: Su Rin Dyes Her Hair White Overnight.

Su Ming’an’s wound on the back of his neck had been stitched up, and a core energy lay in Su Rin’s hand.

"After the surgery, you’ll feel a bit weak. Remember to come to me every day for an infusion of life-sustaining energy. Once Caius Tower is over, you’ll be able to escape this body," Su Rin said.

"...Thank you," Su Ming’an said.

Whether it was the surgery or that dream, he owed her thanks.

He glanced at the barrage of comments; they seemed normal. It appeared that Su Rin hadn’t done anything sinister while he was unconscious.

[Ah, Ming’an’s awake! You are a girl now!]

[Today is New Year’s Eve. How about we all recite the New Year’s greeting together in the livestream?]

[We can use text to broadcast Dragon Country’s New Year’s Gala. This year’s gala has invited many big names and will use the virtual scenery architecture system of World Game, so it’s bound to be exciting.]

[Why does Rin-chan never start a livestream? Rin-chan!! Through whose eyes are you usually watching through Su Ming’an’s? You’re watching me, right? (Eyes slightly red, accusingly written, lightly biting her lower lip, with tearful fox eyes lifted in a melancholy sigh.jpg)]

[My rating is that Su Rin is inferior to Lin Guang, plus ten thousand points for white hair.]

[Su Rin immediately dyes her hair white overnight upon seeing this.]

[Ming’an, look at me, kiss kiss kiss〜 (appearing with a rose) (gets pricked by the rose) (flees in a panic)]

[It’s driving me mad; I can’t convey Lv Shu’s messages, Lv Shu*****]

[It’s the first time I feel so regretful to be separated by a world from Su Ming’an. Actually, my biggest regret is getting to know him through the screen.]

...

Su Ming’an only then realized that today was indeed New Year’s Eve.

Replica Activation, day fourteen, January 31, 2022. After tonight, it would be the new lunar year.

Although time on Zhai Xing permanently stayed on September 30, 2021, for those living in World Game, four months had already passed.

A few days prior, he had hoped for a decent New Year. But looking at the current trend, it seemed the world was still not ready to let him go.

The threat from the madman Lin Guang, the possibility of a nuclear explosion at any moment, targeted actions by Doomsday City Tretiya, the looming threat from Ta Wei, and other hidden players like Edward... These were all problems.

He suddenly saw Su Rin lowering her head, eating something.

"What are you doing?" he said.

It was only when Su Rin looked up that he realized she had just been staring at the energy core in her palm.

"Don’t get me wrong. I’m just observing the energy in this core. Consider it a gift of thanks to me," Su Rin said.

Su Ming’an looked away; he had almost thought Su Rin had been compromised, her mind so disturbed that she was gnawing at her hand.

Su Rin cleaned her fingers and walked up to him, suddenly saying,

"Even if humanity one day truly achieves mechanical transcendence, as long as the essence of the soul remains human, it is still human. What really decides whether you are a person or not is your soul."

"Hm?" Su Ming’an looked up.

"So memory replication, in fact, cannot be considered resurrection. Because this consciousness is not yours; it’s as if you’ve lived again only in the eyes of others. Unless the copy knows they are a copy, to the copy, [I am myself]," Su Rin said.

"..."

"In my eyes, it’s not about appearance, only the soul. All existences are independent; you are completely different from Acto," Su Rin said, "Your soul is unique."

"I don’t need enlightenment in that area yet," Su Ming’an said.

Although he said so, Su Rin’s words indeed made his thoughts clearer.

The sense of immersion in this world was too strong, and the residual empathy of emotions in Acto was extremely severe. When he had heard the almost judgmental live broadcast by Tretiya earlier, he felt a bone-deep sorrow. Acto’s emotions entwined around him like a festering bone marrow.

The constructs of the instance had become increasingly realistic, and he gradually could not distinguish between the instance and the real world. Sometimes, to speculate on the story development of characters, he would immerse himself voluntarily.

As "Acto’s bionic body," his actions were completely negated, and he would feel somewhat frustrated—an inevitability unrelated to personal rationality.

"I was just speaking off the cuff." Su Rin didn’t care.

"By the way," Su Ming’an asked, "you said you can see the color of souls, so what color is my soul?"

After a moment of silence, Su Rin replied, "The same color as mine."

"And what color is that?" Su Ming’an asked.

Su Rin didn’t answer but raised his hand, "Alright, you all can come in now."

In front of the cave bathed in sunlight, suddenly "swish, swish, swish" a group of people appeared. They were packed head to head, instantly blocking the blood-red sunlight.

Xia Sheng, Luna, Lu, Cheng Luohe, Yao Wen... Their heads popped up one after another, seemingly eager to check on Su Ming’an’s recovery.

"— City Lord, Tretiya’s actions are infuriating, they’ve gone public with a bunch of experimental plans, we should hurry back and overthrow them!" the spirited Yao Wen shouted.

"City Lord," the equally young Cheng Luohe was comparatively steady, "The masses will only obey the upper leadership, as long as we suppress Tretiya, those people can only follow you."

"Do you all recognize me?" Su Ming’an asked.

"Of course." Leading them, Xia Sheng kneeled on one knee, his expression as solemn as ever, "It was you who saved Beacon, it was you who developed Doomsday City from what was once Eleventh Zone, it was you who pulled us back from the line of death, you are different."

He lifted his head, his dark eyes firm:

"When I was the deputy lord in Beacon, all I thought about was keeping everyone alive. I think, coming to this world, everything I want to do—is for letting more people survive.

Who becomes the Great Commander, who becomes the General, who leads the legions, who manages the city-state resources, I don’t care about any of that... I just want to assist you, to make everyone’s life better, that is my purpose of survival—and you’ve made these things possible for us, so, no matter what, I will never leave you."

Su Ming’an looked into his dark eyes, like a pair of bevel-free obsidian.

He had never heart-to-heart conversed with this taciturn leader until today’s dire moment, revealing some people’s loyalty and fidelity.

The stance of Xia Sheng, as this guardian, was as steady and firm as a fortress, like a knight swearing allegiance.

As Xia Sheng knelt, the people lined behind him lowered themselves in a row, with only a few players still standing.

"Alright." Su Ming’an nodded, "Then let’s head back—"

Suddenly, Su Rin looked up, frowning at the dazzling hues in the distance.

"The world of technology, humanity’s strongest weapon," Su Rin said, "is basically a sword aimed at its own civilization... Such a thing should never have been created."

Su Ming’an’s heart suddenly tightened.

"Whoosh—!"

In the distance, that was a suddenly igniting massive gleam.

"That is—" Luna raised her pitch, almost losing her voice.

...

Amid the blood-red numbers, the panel received a command code from the City of Gods.

Below the sea surface, a chief wearing a military cap silently received the command, transmitting the order to every screwed bolt embedded in the submarine.

As the maritime area was cleared, the chief pressed a crimson button, accompanied by an almost inaudible sigh.

"Lin Guang has gone mad..."

The chief and his soldiers bowed their heads, like bending branches of poplars, "May the ancient faith forgive us..."

In an instant, a streak like a flying fish of flaw-white radiance surged from the boiling sea surface. The roaring waves, like boiling water splashed open, dense bubbles burst and churned under the sunlight!

[KT2 plan has been activated...]

[Data reconstruction in progress, starting up... Successful launch, transmission completed, good luck to humanity.]

The red text meticulously spread out, and moments later, the screen dimmed, a white shadow rose from the sea surface.

For a time, the command centers of various cities received warning alerts, and calculations of billions of levels operated at high speed, as the upper echelons were swiftly transported to safe nuclear shelters. In the cities, atop of the finance buildings, the perpetual advertisements stopped, replaced by several lines of blood-red alerts of "nuclear explosion imminent".

Figures intertwined, continuous car accidents occurred.

Some people buried their heads in tears. Some celebrated as if it were the end of days, all brief happiness faded at this moment.

Tremors subtly spread across the earth. That fast-moving white silhouette, sharp and irresistible, sliced through the pure white clouds, its warhead pointing downward like a solemn judgment. A Sword of Damocles hammered down from above humanity.

As it soared above the First City, no one thought it would descend. The First City was part of the Deity faction; a nuclear bomb from the City of Gods was not supposed to destroy it.

They cheered, celebrating the doom of the Freedom Faction--this nuclear explosion was definitely targeting Doomsday City. They stood tall and proud, as if saluting this apocalyptic firework display.

However, when they saw this giant cleaver getting closer to their own heads, the entire city fell deathly silent.

—Why would the nuclear bomb fall on their city?

—Why would the City of Gods launch a nuclear bomb at them?

In an instant, the thoughts of the residents of the First City turned to nothingness. That beautiful, gloriously exploding cleaver, like a brilliant flame mushroom, enveloped them; their bodies cleansed in the explosion, gradually losing sensation, as if embraced by a mother.

The explosion’s shockwave pierced the clouds and shot into the sky, wrapping around a robust orange-white sphere of light, spreading like waves during high tide.

The earth trembled.

Hellfire devoured and danced frenziedly between the charred buildings, those near the epicenter of the blast painfully fled through the flames, turning into heaps of ash amidst the white smoke.

—The flourishing First City, along with its population of 333,293, perished in this nuclear blast.

Several transportation teams just outside the city stopped, witnessing their city suddenly vanish in the flames. Drivers kicked open the doors of their vehicles, tears streaming down their faces.

Radiation dust battered the ground; for a moment, living beings suffered unspeakably, resembling a hellish scene.

All things withered away.

In the First City, tens of thousands of bodies lay beyond recognition, their forms burst by the sudden change in air pressure. Survivors ran vomiting, their bodies covered in radiation-like black scars, their lifespans not exceeding seven days.

Strong electromagnetic pulses did not affect the communication of major cities; thanks to Acto’s advanced technology, their information transfer remained normal.

From the communicator, powerless roars came from various major cities:

"Twenty seconds ago, the City of Gods initiated a nuclear explosion from the ’Yaoguang-class-03’ nuclear submarine."

"—How does he have nuclear weapons? Weren’t these supposed to be universally banned?"

"Why would he strike the First City of his own faction first? Is he even human?"

"What does he mean by this—he wants to destroy the entire human world!"

"This is the will of the Deity! It’s the will of the Deity, the Deity has forsaken us!!"

"Connect to the City of Gods—He’s not answering? Keep calling! Whatever he wants, we’ll give it to him; we can’t let him continue this destruction! No one wants to be buried with a madman!"

No one could face death calmly.

Apart from those who vanished in an instant in the First City, the nearby Second City and smaller cities all fell into intense panic.

A single nuclear explosion in the City of Gods destroyed one-tenth of the human habitation areas. With nine more such strikes, they would all be wiped out.

"Buzz——"

Air raid sirens blasted through the skies of major cities. People panicked, running incessantly, and the whole world was thrown into chaos.

Su Ming’an and his group were in a distant cave, directly witnessing this terrifying and shocking scene. It was like a solemn vigil for humanity.

This time, the Lin Guang was a step-by-step nuclear activation in one region, not a simultaneous detonation across the whole world.

As Su Ming’an recalled the words Lin Guang said before leaving—

"Lewis, if you want to live, come to the City of Gods afterward... The gates of the City of Gods will always be open for you. If you want to bring people, I agree, but the number cannot exceed three digits."

"Soon... that place will be the only Noah’s Ark."

...

"Beep—Ding." Cheng Luohe’s communicator made a sound.

"Hello, mom," he answered, his voice breaking with a sob.

There was a long silence on the other end of the call.

Until an old voice came, mixed with pain and gasps: "Nothing, son, mom just wanted to hear your voice."

"Mom... Mom..." Cheng Luohe suddenly cried.

"Are you okay? Take care of yourself in the future, remember to eat breakfast, don’t just focus on practicing shooting and forget to wear more clothes..." The mother’s voice grew fainter.

Cheng Luohe’s mother was recently surveying the situation in the First City.

"..."

Everyone fell silent. They knew this was just the first nuclear bomb.

Su Ming’an stared at the horrifying explosion in the distance, his fists clenched.

Then suddenly, a gentle male voice sounded in his ear:

"Hello, Yasa Acto, the controller of the World Origin."

Su Ming’an looked around but couldn’t see where the voice was coming from.

"Would you like to play a ’Civilization Gambling Pact’? Everyone’s life is in your hands—I can help you kill Lin Guang, take back control of the City of Gods, and stop the remaining nuclear bombs, as long as you do as I say," the male voice said.

"Who are you?" Su Ming’an spoke up, and the people around him cast puzzled glances.

"In your words." The male voice came: "You all call me ’God’."

"What is the Civilization Gambling Pact?"

"It’s an invitation I want to extend to you..." the male voice came, carrying a hint of amusement: "to play a game of bets on civilization—the winner takes all of the new world, winning the future. The loser loses billions of lives and sovereignty."

"..." Su Ming’an’s pupils trembled.

"What do you say, Yasa?"

"Shall we play?"

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