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Chapter 669: Chapter 666: "Happy Fuyuan Festival.

Blood-red scales flashed over Lin Guang’s head and then disappeared.

"Boom—!" Lin Guang exerted his strength again, slamming Su Ming’an against the wall, a vertical stream of blood sliding down from the wall, which showed web-like cracks.

Su Ming’an tightly closed his eyes, feeling intense pain coming from the back of his head, his back damp and hot.

He no longer resisted, his body had lost its strength, and a buzzing sound rang in his ears.

The impact made him lose his last breath of air, his consciousness gradually sinking into dizziness, the only sensation being glass-like black spots flickering in his mind like passing stars.

In his dizziness, he felt warm. This sensation coming from death was all too familiar, each occurrence felt like a moment of rest.

He was too tired.

Confronting a mentally unstable madman head-on, pondering every clue, weighing every word that wouldn’t provoke the other, was like a crab crawling at the edge of rising tide, carelessness would lead to death.

Luna’s death made it difficult for him to feign smiles at Lin Guang in peace.

"I shouldn’t let you live... No, I want you to live, but I can’t let you live..." Lin Guang’s pale fingers gradually tightened, his voice almost breaking.

He repeatedly muttered incomprehensible words, like a madman having a hysterical outburst. His palms exerted all their force, almost forgetting that what he was squeezing was a person who could die, not a piece of hard stone:

"Humanity has already lost... our resistance is meaningless, utterly meaningless..."

His body trembled sickly, his fingers clenched like steel bars, the tips gradually turning cold.

Su Ming’an remained motionless.

His head hung slightly, even his breathing stopped.

Blood dripped stickily down Su Ming’an’s black hair onto Lin Guang’s icy palms, which startled Lin Guang into shivering, the murky darkness in his eyes slowly fading. He suddenly realized that Su Ming’an hadn’t moved in a long while, his eyes tightly closed.

"Thud." Lin Guang, as if electrocuted, suddenly released his grip, and Su Ming’an’s body slid to the ground like a sack, still without any movement.

Lin Guang stared at the warm blood on the back of his hand, his gaze shaking violently.

He suddenly realized he might have made another mistake.

Alone, he often wondered why Lewis had grown to hate him so much. Just sixteen years ago, their relationship hadn’t been this bad. However, as the war progressed, the number of deaths increased, everything became extremely brutal.

...He stared at Su Ming’an, who had dragged a long trail of blood on the pristine wall.

"I’m sorry." Lin Guang said.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry." He kept repeating.

The cold air mixed with the smell of blood filled his trachea, he gasped heavily as if an invisible hand was choking his neck. He dared not fix his gaze on Su Ming’an’s still body.

He wanted to reach out, but quickly withdrew his hand. He was terrified of the scene before him—Lewis was motionless and silent. It was exactly like... the outcome he feared the most.

"Lewis, I, I was wrong, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know why it happened, I didn’t want..."

He hadn’t wanted to kill him.

"Rustle—"

Suddenly, a shadow flashed outside the door, several strands of pure black tentacles struck like whips, and a pink-haired fox leapt through the air.

"Release that Su Ming’an ah yay yay yay yay—"

Like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, the pink-haired fox moved as light as a swallow and zipped through the Mechanical Army with a "whoosh".

The black tendrils around her body grew wildly like seaweed, devilishly intertwining and stabbing toward Lin Guang layer by layer.

For a moment, Xiao Ai seemed to revert to that extremely powerful deity from Qiongdi.

"Bang!"

The next second, Xiao Ai became a splattered fox pancake on the wall.

Lin Guang’s "Source" pressed her firmly against the wall; her numerous black tendrils burst like bubbles with a "pop", failing to harm Lin Guang at all.

Lin Guang, with a calm face, kicked out as if he was shooting a goal, sending Xiao Ai bouncing off the ground like a soccer ball, each bounce reaching three meters high, showing remarkable elasticity.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

And at that moment, Lin Guang finally heard Su Ming’an’s voice.

Su Ming’an woke from unconsciousness, nearly coughing out his internal organs. Fortunately, he was in Bright State, or he would have really been choked to death alive.

Due to his reopened wounds, the blood flowing from his injuries dyed his white coat a bright red.

His combat power was enough to sweep through most of the instance, yet the hardest Perfect Pass storyline always connected him and Lin Guang with people from the Underworld.

He touched his neck, a sharp pain shot through him, as blood flow to his brain had been cut off for a long time, causing irreparable damage to his body. Breathing and swallowing also became problematic.

Lin Guang was truly ruthless. Not just a warning, but actually choking him to the edge of death.

Fourteen hours left...

Gasping for breath, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck.

Turning his head slightly, he saw a syringe glowing white embedded in the right side of his neck, with Lin Guang squatting beside him, pushing the green liquid inside the syringe.

"I’m sorry, I don’t want to kill you, better stay still," Lin Guang stood up, "Goodnight."

Su Ming’an felt a numbness spread from his neck throughout his body, leading him to collapse to the ground.

"Clang—" The syringe fell to the ground, and Lin Guang left the room with a chilly expression.

Half a minute after leaving, he returned with the same chilly expression, pulled Su Ming’an onto the bed, then left the room again.

Before leaving, Lin Guang hung an incredibly ugly white knot by Su Ming’an’s bedside, its purpose unknown.

"..."

Su Ming’an couldn’t comprehend the madman’s thoughts or his way of making friends.

Ever since he entered the City of Gods, he knew he would find himself in such peril. Yet the progress of the Perfect Pass continued, and that meant he was doing the right thing.

Getting beaten, getting shot... as long as he could keep pushing this progress bar, whatever happened to him personally didn’t really matter—as long as the storyline didn’t deviate, it was the best "encounter" for him.

Lin Guang would eventually die, and now all he needed to do was wait for his chance for revenge.

He lay in bed, suddenly hearing a soft sound.

"Puff."

A pink furball flashed by; the Xiao Ai pancake squeezed through the door crack, sliding rapidly across the floor, and in five seconds, inflated like a puffed pancake back into the shape of a fox.

"Whoosh!" She lightly jumped up beside him.

"Be careful of that white knot on the bedside, it might be a trigger trap," Su Ming’an said.

"Alright, I won’t touch it," Xia Ai wagged her tail, "Why not call Su Rin over to take you away? You’re suffering too much here."

Like a vegetative person, unable to control his own limbs, how uncomfortable this feeling must be.

"No need, I’ve already achieved my purpose in coming to the City of Gods; there’s no need to waste manpower. Moreover, with me here in the City of Gods, Lin Guang will always adhere to his promises," Su Ming’an said.

This pain was trivial compared to the metamorphosed idle state and his more than forty deaths.

"Are you going to just lie paralyzed in bed like this all the time? This way, you won’t be able to coordinate with the external military either," Xia Ai said, "What if the legion really breaks through? In the end, Lin Guang wants to die with you, and you wouldn’t be able to resist."

"I think, dying here might be ’abnormal,’" Su Ming’an pondered, "And I don’t think he would want to perish with me."

"It’s not necessarily so; a madman is a madman, often having mad thoughts. What if he wants to go to Hell and be friends with you?" Xia Ai swayed her large tail, she seemed to have self-taught the art of acting cute since she shed her deity status.

Su Ming’an closed his eyes. He hadn’t forgotten that there were twelve cameras in this room, and if he spoke another bad word about Lin Guang, the situation would only get worse.

Moreover, he believed that Lin Guang had spared Xia Ai, very likely just to provide him, who couldn’t move, with someone to talk to...

Su Ming’an found it hard to describe this twisted, eerie friendship. It was like hammering a hole in a wall, then meticulously filling it back up. The back-and-forth torment only made him despise this relationship more.

He ignored Xia Ai’s endless chatter and shifted his focus back onto the bionic bodies outside.

...

"—Xiaoshuai, Xiaoshuai?"

A cool breeze swept past his ears.

Su Ming’an blinked, Xi was shaking his shoulders with a panicked expression. Her black hair was somewhat messily draped over her shoulders, her dark eyes filled with concern.

"...I’m here," Su Ming’an’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

This was in the truck, with the desert scenery speeding by outside the window. A Peace Knot hung in front of the driver’s side, fluttering like a butterfly amidst the bumps.

Sen and Xia Sheng were sitting in the driving and co-driving seats, under the drooping red sun. The truck sped across the desert, and everything in sight seemed to be covered with a thin red film.

The Sand Sea was dotted with dead sand willows, the dry, pale white like enormous drained waves, endless at a glance. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the charred remains of insects.

Su Ming’an stared blankly out the window for five seconds, then turned to look at Xi sitting next to him. It seemed they were on their way back to Doomsday City.

"I noticed your body has been still; is there something wrong over at the City of Gods?" Xi asked.

"Nothing’s wrong," Su Ming’an shook his head.

He coughed a few times; the lack of oxygen and loss of blood in his physical body were cumulatively affecting his spirit.

Xi placed her hand on his forehead, checked, and then confirmed he was unharmed.

The bright red Peace Knot swayed slightly, and the crackling sound of the car radio brought in news:

[December 30, Year 48 of the Catastrophe, winter, Freedom Faction Civil and Military Broadcast brings you the latest news—]

[This afternoon at 3:00 PM, Doomsday City received the latest news, the front line is progressing smoothly. Please, everyone, do not panic, stay calm, and stand with the city-state against nuclear war.]

[We’ve learned that the search team’s sixteenth brigade, ’War God’ Xia Sheng’s team brought back a batch of Origin Stone resources to be prioritized for arming the soldiers at the front line...]

"Whoosh..." Inside the car, the Peace Knot kept swaying.

Xia Sheng sat in the front seat, clutching a family photo.

He caressed the photograph, his eyes filled with longing and reluctance.

"Xia Sheng, I heard you adopted a pair of twin orphans just a few days ago?" Sen asked.

"Yes, I went back home and brought out two kids who had lost their parents." Xia Sheng’s voice was low and magnetic, "They’re still young, very well-behaved, and they don’t cry much."

The vague news broadcast continued:

[This afternoon at 4 p.m., Deputy City Lord Lu of Doomsday City spoke at the Kachaer Council Hall, stating that human victory is no longer far away. He described the current war conditions as "the dark before the dawn" and reiterated that everyone should remain calm at this critical moment.]

[Doomsday City has temporarily suspended all civilian information systems to reduce the risk of internal infiltration. The civilization of mankind will definitely be smoothly handed down...]

"Go home?" Sen remembered that Xia Sheng’s parents had all died in the war.

"It’s those old houses in the village, I grew up on charity meals." Xia Sheng rolled up the isolation glass to prevent the smoke from reaching Su Ming’an. He lit a cigarette, the pale blue flame flickering slightly in his calloused palms:

"The village used to shelter me, give me candy, give me black bread, make me little wooden swords, give me slingshots... The old folks who looked after me one by one passed away. A few months ago, when I drove the truck back, I only saw the empty thatched houses... At that time, my truck was carrying a hundred loaves of white bread, a full thirty kilograms of white sugar."

"I had promised as a child that once I made good, I would take them to the big city, let them eat white bread and drink sugared water every day. The old folks had agreed with a smile... Now that wish has come true, but there’s no one left to give the bread to."

"Maybe they relocated? The war has been going on for over a decade now, changing places is possible, maybe they didn’t die." Xi spoke.

Xia Sheng turned his head toward the window and exhaled a ring of smoke:

"...I thought the same back then, until I walked behind the thatched house and saw the mound where I used to play as a child, with more than a dozen steles standing there, all bearing names I knew well."

Xi hummed in response and didn’t speak anymore.

Su Ming’an listened quietly, the broadcast room filled with New Year’s greetings.

[Ming’an, Ming’an, will you stay up late tonight?]

[Stay up late my foot, the final nuclear deadline is at six tomorrow morning, who could possibly sleep through that?]

[Today is New Year’s Eve! The Dreamcatcher is wishing everyone an early happy new year!]

[Damn, there are still so many people watching the Spring Festival Gala. I saw many people in the square, one hand on the live broadcast, the other on the gala, watching both simultaneously.]

[I thought Su Ming’an could have a good New Year... when will the snow finally stop?]

[I see other players celebrating in the city, eating hotpot, setting off fireworks, why is it so tiring just for Su Ming’an?]

[Yuanyuan is guarding the city far away in the city-state, Lv Shu disappeared, Noel was invaded by Ta Wei, Lu seems not quite normal, Luna died, the deity faction’s Yamada Machiichi also has no news. Su Ming’an doesn’t have a single teammate beside him...]

[At the end, no one’s there to spend the festival with him.]

[...]

Suddenly, Su Ming’an heard a rustling noise.

Xi placed a red laced knot in Su Ming’an’s hand, resembling a Dragon Country Knot.

"Little handsome, this is for you." Xi smiled, "Happy Fuyuan Festival."

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