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Chapter 704: Chapter 701: "Waiting for me?

An hour later, Beili Sier was persuaded by the Lighthouse.

Dozens of home appliance people gathered around the grape trellis, witnessing this tragic scene.

"...Okay, I believe you now, let me down first," Beili Sier couldn’t take it anymore, Su Ming’an had been talking nonstop for an hour.

Su Ming’an reached out and untied Beili Sier from the vines.

"I understand your point. I don’t want the outside world to be destroyed by nuclear explosions either," Beili Sier landed and dusted himself off, "But I need you to promise me one condition."

"Speak."

"I want to protect my robot companions," Beili Sier looked towards the group of home appliance people, "They were all human before. Before their deaths, I etched their consciousnesses into machines, and they agreed to abandon their flesh and follow me to survive. If you can meet my demand and protect them from being harmed, I can tell you the location of the password."

"I promise you," Su Ming’an said. After all, protecting a valley wasn’t such a difficult task.

"And, if possible, please find them new bodies. They are in these home appliances because I lack the skills. If it’s you, you can surely give them a better life..." Beili Sier said.

"It can be done," Su Ming’an said.

Making bionic bodies was not difficult. What Beili Sier couldn’t achieve, he could.

"Little Bei, Little Bei, are you really going to let him activate the Dawn System?" a refrigerator next to him spoke up. It was a female before she died, with many pink patterns drawn on it, "But..."

"I made a promise to bring you into a new century free of war. Now it’s time to keep that promise," Beili Sier said.

"Little Bei, aren’t you going to wait for Acto then?" a radio said, slim and small in shape, propped up by four metal poles, broadcasting in a female announcer’s voice.

"..." Beili Sier closed his eyes. After a moment, he smiled and shook his head, "No, I won’t wait any longer. He’s been dead for many years; I should accept this fact now."

He laughed freely, but no one knew how sad he was inside.

He informed Su Ming’an of the true location of the five-digit password.

Su Ming’an called Noel and left the valley. The fifth digit of the password was located in Doomsday City.

"Speaking of which, I’ve yet to see the city you built with your own hands. From Beacon Shelter in Zone Eleven, growing to the current Level 8 Domain, the leading city of the Freedom Faction, the primary stronghold of humanity... You truly deserve the title of Acto, you’re not inferior to him, both of you have made history," Noel half-sat on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Su Ming’an drove the wheelchair across the sky:

"I’m far behind Acto. I have various skills to augment me, but he was just a man..."

"Your strengths lie in your inspiring influence and leadership. Without you, humanity would be just a scattered mess," Noel said, "And I’m not only talking about Caius Tower but also about Zhai Xing..."

"Even without me, Zhai Xing would have other excellent people. The world never lacks leaders," Su Ming’an shook his head, "Moreover, if not for me, you would be the Number One Player."

Noel smiled, "But without you, I would have already died in the Sea Monster’s soul erosion in Pulaya. Now the Number One Player would be Edward."

Thinking about that possibility sent chills down Noel’s spine. If Su Ming’an hadn’t been there and he himself had perished in Pulaya, now reigning at the top of the world... would most likely be Edward. The plans of the United Group and other organizations would come true, countless unseen hands pushing Edward forward, mapping out territories around Edward’s existence, turning humanity’s last bastion into discord...

In such a world, it would be an utter despair for the common folk, as if that was the correct course of history. Su Ming’an’s presence disrupted it all.

"We’re here," Su Ming’an controlled the wheelchair as it descended.

Through the snow and wind, Noel saw the largest city of the Freedom Faction. Silver-white barbed wire and shields enclosed the city surroundings. From a distance, crimson warning lights flashed around the city, with a High Tower standing tall at the highest point, where leaders of the Freedom Faction gathered.

"City Lord—!"

"The City Lord is back!"

Su Ming’an maneuvered his wheelchair and stopped at the entrance of the Inner City, where a large number of clerks and researchers approached. They immediately went to call Cecil and the other Leaders who had stayed behind.

The return of the City Lord was supposed to be a very joyous occasion.

However, when Cecil and the other Leaders went out to greet Su Ming’an, their expressions were filled with worry—now that the City Lord was back, what would happen to the City of Gods? Who would control Lin Guang, and how would the frontline legions break through the tight defenses of the City of Gods?

The citizens were very happy, but the faces of the Leaders who knew the war situation showed concern.

"City Lord..." Cecil tentatively asked, "Did you come back because you’ve killed the City Lord of the City of Gods?"

As soon as Cecil spoke, everyone went silent. Their excited gazes focused on Su Ming’an, eager for an affirmative answer.

"No," Su Ming’an said.

Cecil’s eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly clung to hope, "Then did you come out by destroying the defense system of the City of Gods?"

"No," Su Ming’an said.

More and more people quieted down.

They vaguely sensed something ominous, their eyes slightly bewildered.

"So you just..." Cecil said, "escaped?"

As he said this, his voice even broke a little. No one wanted to accept this fact, as it meant that Acto’s mission had accomplished nothing, and it was highly likely they would all die in a nuclear explosion.

"That’s not it," Su Ming’an looked around at the crowd: "You will survive, rest assured, I have a plan, this is a war secret."

When he said this, everyone who was on tenterhooks breathed a sigh of relief. The elderly smiled, the faces of the soldiers softened, and the atmosphere relaxed immensely.

...as long as the City Lord said he had a plan, all would surely be well.

...he was an almost omnipotent God, and since he made a promise, he would surely save them.

Su Ming’an turned around and walked towards the Inner City with Noel, only Cecil ran a few steps to follow him.

"City Lord, you don’t actually have a plan, do you?" Cecil whispered: "I haven’t received any information about subsequent plans, and the defenses of the City of Gods are 100% intact..."

Su Ming’an fell silent for a moment: "Yeah."

"How—How could you come back? We’re going to die!" Cecil felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his head, everything before him going dark: "—How could you flee back here, how could you..."

Su Ming’an quickened his pace, leaving Cecil’s voice behind him.

This run through, he truly couldn’t save them, and the only end for everyone was destruction.

He intended to head to the location of the password but saw a truck approaching him on the road.

Behind the wheel of the truck was Lu, dressed as the Deputy City Lord. Driving the truck down the road with "clunking" sparks mingling with electricity, the giant cargo truck paired with Lu’s good-looking, gentle face was extremely mismatched.

"Where to? Get in." Lu rolled down the window, his face especially out of place amidst the smoky, fiery truck.

The bullet chat recognized an insider:

[Top players are impressive, they even know how to drive a truck.]

"I heard that Lu used to be a transnational arms dealer, swimming through the underworld and above like a fish in water. They say he can even operate planes and artillery, a true hexagon warrior."

"Are there any starship instances? I want to see Su Ming’an piloting a starship!"

"Su Rin leads the army to resist Ta Wei while Yuanyuan wields the sword to protect their lord. Yamada Machiichi feigns support while Lin Guang masters codes to control minds. What a poem, what a poem."

"Is Lin Guang actually Tree Treasure? Could it be... that Lin Guang and Lv Shu, both unwanted licking dogs, have merged into what we see now?"

"Tree Treasure is not a licking dog!!! (Rage) (Fury) (More rage)"

"Thinking about it, it’s pretty cool that Su Ming’an, just a student, can suppress a group of big shots like this."

"How is he suppressing Lu? Isn’t it just that his Missionary Halo is powerful? He keeps using childish language and thoughts to instill life lessons in others, to the point of extreme awkwardness. It’s like everyone has the intelligence of a 15-year-old who hasn’t been beaten by society, can you imagine the scene of a thousand Naruto’s with reduced IQs taking turns spouting nonsense? Isn’t that just Su Ming’an?"

"..."

Su Ming’an and Noel got onto the truck.

Su Ming’an glanced at the color of Lu’s eyes. Lu’s eyes had turned red once before, but now they had returned to normal. Su Ming’an guessed that it was probably the continuous broadcasting of Lighthouse theory inside the city that had restored Lu’s consciousness.

"Is everything taken care of in the City of Gods?" Lu asked.

"Not taken care of, we just came back to shop." Noel took his seat at the rear of the truck.

Lu sensed something was amiss but didn’t ask further. If his teammate didn’t want to talk, there was no need to.

The truck carried them across the Inner City, to a teahouse that was the site of the fifth password.

The teahouse was arranged like a quaint three-story building, made entirely of wood, with a multitude of ginkgo trees planted around it, their golden hues maintained by the temperature control within the Inner City. The decor was very elegant, mainly featuring wicker tables and chairs, reminiscent of the opera-teahouses that could be found everywhere in the Land of Abundance.

It was said that during the factional struggles of Doomsday City’s wartime period, Rong Yuan established this teahouse. Back then, Su Ming’an wasn’t there—warlords of Doomsday City were fighting internally, the factions were in turmoil, and many useless buildings were constructed at great expense. Later, Su Rin decisively reformed the laws and removed many useless structures, leaving only a few teahouses still standing.

Nowadays, as the apocalypse drew near, this teahouse no longer had any customers, except for a young owner dressed in an outfit resembling Hanfu, who sat behind the counter counting his tea leaves.

"Welcome."

Hearing footsteps, the teahouse owner stood up.

The password would be triggered at three in the morning, and Su Ming’an, along with Noel, found a seat by the window in the main hall of the teahouse, planning to wait until then.

Lu also sat down with them as if the Dawn War didn’t exist.

He knew that Su Ming’an and Noel had their reasons for returning to the city. He didn’t need to ask; these two smart people would arrange everything properly.

"It’s rare to see ginkgo trees planted next to a teahouse," Lu said, looking up at the window. After going through so much hardship in the Ninth World, he could finally sit down for a cup of tea.

"Acto likes ginkgo trees, maybe his residents too, so they planted some," Su Ming’an said.

"I remember, ginkgo is often used in Dragon Country bonsai, it takes over twenty years from planting to producing fruits, and only after forty years does it bear them in abundance. There’s also the verse, ’The grace and refinement not yet wholly common, in front of the dignitaries, sweet oranges would serve as slaves. Who pities those scattered across Jianghu, with jade bones and ice skin, yet refusing to wither.’... I like ginkgo trees too," Lu said.

"You’re well-versed in Dragon Country poetry?"

"I really like Dragon Country culture, it has a uniquely elegant beauty. ’Shadow emits from the vast universe, light illuminates the imperial gardens.’ and ’Slaying the demon armies, peacefulness is profound like Su,’ these two sentences are among my favorites." Lu smiled.

Whether Lu was speaking with high emotional intelligence or genuinely liked Dragon Country culture, his words were sure to gain favor.

Noel, uninterested in the scenery outside the window, wanted to eat. He waved at the counter owner: "Hey boss, a nuclear explosion is about to happen and you’re not running for your life? Oh, and I’ll have a cup of Dragon Well tea before the rain starts!"

The owner gave him a cold look: "Ran out."

"Then give me a pot of oolong tea," Noel said.

"Don’t have."

"Tieguanyin?"

"Out of stock."

"How about coffee? You must have coffee, right?" Noel was now outright asking for a drink that would not exist in a teahouse.

"..."

"Strawberry juice?"

"Get lost," the owner told him to bug off.

Disappointed, Noel asked, "What kind of shop are you running without anything?"

"Then I’ll have a pot of Bi Luo Chun tea," Lu intervened, trying to smooth things over.

"Alright," the owner nodded.

"How come when he asks for Bi Luo Chun, you have it?" Noel asked.

The owner remained indifferent to Noel and looked straight at Su Ming’an: "What would you like?"

"Hmm..." Su Ming’an said. "Coffee?"

Noel looked at Su Ming’an in surprise. Had Su Ming’an not heard him earlier? Besides, how could there be coffee in a teahouse?

"Okay," to Noel’s surprise, the owner nodded.

"Hey, hey..." Noel watched the owner walk into the back room. Just because he’s the City Lord, you can make coffee appear?

Moments later, as the three of them chatted, the owner returned with a pot of Bi Luo Chun, a pot of boiled water, and a cup of coffee with large sugar cubes.

"This owner sure has a personality, doesn’t flee even in the face of a nuclear disaster, and gives such cold treatment to the customers. No wonder there are no customers in the teahouse," Noel said as he got himself a pot of boiled water.

"Maybe he’s resigned to his fate. Under a nuclear explosion, few can survive, and nuclear winter is very cruel to humans..." Lu said.

He sipped his tea and looked out the window where ginkgo leaves rustled on the branches under the warm glow of the street lamps, as beautiful as scattered beams of sunlight. In the distance, one could vaguely make out crowds fleeing, burdened with heavy loads, heading towards the underground facilities.

"Boss, aren’t you going to flee with the rest of the people?" Su Ming’an asked. Noel and Lu also looked over.

"I don’t want to," the owner replied.

His eyes lowered as he passed a silver spoon to Su Ming’an.

"Are you waiting for me?" Su Ming’an suddenly said.

Through the misty fragrance of the tea, their eyes met, and the room fell suddenly quiet.

Noel accidentally dropped his pot of boiled water with a "clatter" onto the wooden floor.

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