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Chapter 709 - 706: “I give you a whole spring in the City of Gods.”

Chapter 709: Chapter 706: “I give you a whole spring in the City of Gods.”

[February 1st · The First Day of the Lunar New Year · 10 AM]

"49 years since the Catastrophe, January 1st, Fuyuan Festival. Heavy snowfall, sixth-level humidity. Residents are cautioned to be mindful of slip and cold prevention measures, ensure safety, stay away from water sources, and refrain from winter swimming."

"Frontline military personnel and civilians will soon be returning. Please, family members, wait outside the city. Casualty figures are still being tallied..."

Su Ming’an awoke in his room in the City of Gods, the sound of a radio in his ears.

The weariness of the thirty-third cycle weighed heavily upon him. He had forced himself to welcome people into the city in the wee hours before passing out. At that time, it was Su Rin who supported him.

And indeed, when he opened his eyes, it was Su Rin who still sat vigil by his bed. For once, Su Rin was not playing with Barbie dolls. Seeing him awake, Su Rin looked up and called towards the door, and a group of doctors clad in white coats rushed in.

Everything was like the very first cycle.

He would no longer see a rose coffin being carried towards him.

"The city lord’s physical condition is very good, he just needs more rest," the doctors said. "The city lord is somewhat lacking in sleep."

"Yue..." Su Ming’an began, his voice so hoarse that it startled him.

"She’s fine, she’s in Doomsday City. They are having a celebration there." Su Rin leaned down to speak. "Noel is handling post-battle matters on the front lines, Lu is in talks with the Freedom Alliance, Yamada Machiichi is assisting in taking over the City of Gods, and you just need to rest... Oh yes, a few players want to see you."

After the doctors left, a group of players walked in. Su Rin raised her hand, and a layer of golden film appeared in front of Su Ming’an’s bed, protecting him from any tricks these players might have.

The leader was Violet, with her dyed red hair, her face as delicate and beautiful as a rose petal, her posture extremely low. "City Lord, please forgive our previous mistakes. We hope to join your ranks and fight for you."

She directly led the players in kneeling down, even addressing him as "City Lord" instead of "Number One Player," showing she had completely integrated into the current situation.

Her head was bowed so low, her pink-red hair slightly trembling. Because the City of Gods had fallen, their lives were entirely in Su Ming’an’s hands. With just a word from Su Ming’an, millions of military personnel and civilians could easily overwhelm them.

Su Ming’an remembered these people; they were from the deity faction and had tried to intercept him initially.

He opened his mouth to speak, but felt a wave of dizziness—no one knew he had used the Mentality Stability Elixir over three hundred times.

"I know you do not trust us. To express our apologies, we will follow all your commands from now on. You can use this prop to command us," Violet took out a rose and handed it to Su Ming’an.

...

[Rose of the Moon (Red Level): "I will forever love the curve your long hair traces over your collarbone, my beloved."

Type: Control type one-time prop

Effect: You can use this prop to control a team of players. The control requires the consent of those being controlled, and the controlled individuals may not undertake any actions harmful to the controller. The effect lasts for five days.

Current controlled individuals: Violet, Klish, Rock, Wu Yu, Hou Li

Note: A single rose of the moon from the Nine Thrones, a gift she gave to her female lover.]

...

Su Ming’an took the rose, twirling it in his hand, and looked toward Hou Li, who was shivering in the corner.

Hou Li’s delicate features had lost their usual arrogance, her gaze resolutely lowered, unwilling to meet his eyes as if she were a curled-up hedgehog.

"I accept your allegiance, Violet." Su Ming’an said. Violet had not wronged him; at the time, most of these players had been controlled by Noel’s threads. Even, Violet had warned him a few times.

These people had dared come to Caius Tower, all possessing significant strength, capable of sharing the burden with Yamada Machiichi and others.

"However, after returning to the City of Measurement, you must go and apologize to Xiao Mei," Su Ming’an said.

"...Hmm?" Violet blinked in slight surprise.

It took her a few moments to remember who Xiao Mei was—during the first few days the instance had opened, she had tried to seduce Su Ming’an. At the time, Xiao Mei was just a special occupation in The Fringe, and Violet had teased her, accusing her of being artificially innocent.

Violet had never thought that this would be the reason for Su Ming’an’s diminished fondness for her.

"Of course, I will go apologize to her for my shallowness and unreasonableness," Violet said softly, her head bowing even lower.

"And you," Su Ming’an added, looking toward Hou Li.

"..." Hou Li flinched as if pricked by a needle, her knees making a "creak, creak" sound. She had thought Su Ming’an had already forgotten her:

"Sorry, sorry... Su Ming’an. I, I shouldn’t have cursed you. You killing my captain was justified; I’m sorry, sorry..."

"Originally, it was your captain who first attacked me in the City of Measurement, correct?" Su Ming’an said. At that time, as he was flying overhead, a team of players, including Hou Li’s squad, had tried to snipe him.

"Yes, but..."

"Later, it was also you who filed the first complaint and insulted me publicly, saying I couldn’t fight back against your captain, right?"

"Indeed, but..."

"What do you have to argue?" Su Ming’an said.

Hou Li shrank her neck; from start to finish, this was her fault, and at that time, her words were even quite harsh...

"Su Rin," Su Ming’an called out.

Su Rin raised his hand. The next instant, the kneeling Hou Li vanished, transformed into a pile of granules like golden powder, and a piece of blue equipment fell to the ground.

Violet and the others bowed their heads low. Su Ming’an’s actions, deciding to kill on the spot, had shocked them. But as the ones being forgiven, they could only feel grateful and dared not resist.

"Go find Yamada Machiichi, let them arrange tasks for you," Su Ming’an instructed the group.

"Thank you for your mercy," Violet said, then she took out a letter, "This is a letter from Lord Lin Guang before he left, asking me to hand it over to you."

"If I had just decided to kill you, would you still have given it to me?"

"You are a wise man," Violet said.

Su Ming’an took the letter; Violet bowed again and left with the others, resolving this enmity and grievance incredibly smoothly.

Su Rin stood by the side. "Your actions are becoming increasingly mature."

Su Ming’an glanced at the barrage, where people were saying things like "hurry up and kill Violet and the others!" "I want to see the Number One Player who decisively kills!"—like a group of resentful cynics.

"People always have to grow slowly," Su Ming’an said as he opened the envelope.

Malicious provocateurs like Hou Li needed to be decisively killed as an example to prevent others from mimicking her actions. As for someone like Violet who offered freedom and apologized on her initiative, she could be spared under circumstances that did not affect the grand scheme of things. He could utilize Violet’s wisdom and labor. Violet too could benefit from his favor and work for him. Turning resentment into goodwill, situations like Mizushima Haru’s desperate attempts at revenge would not occur.

It’s not like he should kill anyone who gave him a dirty look. Those who misuse power will eventually be consumed by it.

Su Rin picked up the blue equipment dropped by Hou Li, glanced at it, and like it was burning him, tossed it back to Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an glanced at the equipment and stuffed it quickly into his inventory slot like it was burning him too.

...

[Elisa’s Puffy Dance Skirt (Blue Level): "The Little Mermaid said, she will grow up quickly to listen to him play the piano."

Physical Defense: 20

Equipment Requirement: This equipment cannot be concealed and must be openly displayed.

Special Skill ("World Under the Skirt"): The dance skirt conceals a large space where you can hide heavy weapons under its hem. The first attack delivered with the concealed weapon is guaranteed to be a critical hit, inflicting double damage.

...

This is a thick princess skirt, with layers upon layers of fabric that are so fluffy they could hide a cannon.

Upon seeing this, Su Rin said, "It suits you well; you could hide your Purple Grade firearms under the skirt."

"If that’s your taste, I could give it to you as a gift to wear," Su Ming’an immediately declined.

If it weren’t for this "must be visibly worn" equipment requirement, he might have worn it himself, but such a thick skirt would hinder movement, so it was better left to those who liked it, such as Yamada Machiichi.

"What a pity," Su Rin remarked. It was unclear what exactly he regretted.

Su Ming’an unfolded the letter, and his eyes fell upon messy handwriting in the script of Dragon Country, personally penned by Lin Guang.

[Lewis.

I still can’t understand your mentality.

People are ugly, full of envy, lacking in awareness, and obsessed with oppressing heroes... I see no redeeming qualities in them. Why do you save them? I cannot understand.

I’ve improved my new song, still called "Missing." If we meet again, I’ll play it for you.

Before leaving, I made sure every flower in the City of Gods’ garden stays at its peak, hoping you would like it.

The token I’m giving you; I’ve hung it at the entrance, hoping you won’t throw it away.

Goodbye.

I give you an entire spring of the City of Gods.]

...

There were no clues heard, even riddled with typos.

Su Ming’an disappointingly stuffed the letter into a compartment in his backpack; the letter was of no use.

He pondered the next steps in the process, assuming there should be nothing else left to do...

"Report!" Suddenly, a General’s voice came from the doorway: "City Lord, we’ve found a severely injured person in the underground dungeon of the City of Gods. He claims to be your friend and keeps calling to see you; we can’t get close to him."

... A severely injured person?

"I’ll go have a look." Su Ming’an got up.

Pushing open the door, he saw the building in the City of Gods undergoing post-war recovery; every one of the 132 floors swarmed with researchers and soldiers carrying heavy detection equipment, numbering up to a thousand.

Dozens of mechanical arms transported sophisticated equipment within the building, like a flock of birds carrying food. In the distance, there were even cranes and construction lifts set up. Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling glass, there was a buzzing construction scene bustling like a swarm of busy ants, with the sounds of steel being dragged everywhere.

"..." Su Ming’an felt somewhat dizzy.

Following the elevator downstairs and entering the basement, he heard a familiar voice from afar.

"I really know your City Lord! Really..." That voice floated up from the depths of the dark dungeon.

"Oh, it’s him," Su Rin said.

Su Ming’an approached and saw several soldiers surrounding the dungeon, where Shadow was intently watching the severely injured person inside.

"Handsome, you’re here? Look, this is the man who keeps yelling to see you..." Shadow pointed to the injured person inside the dungeon.

Getting closer, Su Ming’an saw a blond young man whose limbs were brutally broken. The handsome face was covered in scars, as if someone had carved into his skin with a knife, and his blood had dried up, lying in the dark damp dungeon like a rat, not at all resembling his dignified princely demeanor.

Su Rin frowned and glanced around the dungeon: "Su Ming’an, did Lin Guang ever lock you up in here?"

"No, Lin Guang never put me in a dungeon," Su Ming’an explained briefly, looking at Edward: "Long time no see."

Indeed, they had often met across numerous cycles, each time ending with Edward dying miserably.

Given the circumstances, it must have been Lin Guang who broke Edward’s limbs and threw him in the dungeon before leaving. That sadist had finally done something human.

"Su Ming’an, I lost this time," Edward said, looking up, "I was outmatched, but if you could let me out, the Gauder Faction of the alliance would greatly reward you. You can visit the Gauder headquarters in District 12 of the Main God World..."

Suddenly, Edward heard laughter.

"Ha, hahaha..." Su Ming’an laughed.

Su Rin turned his head to look at Su Ming’an, who was laughing.

"You’re so foolish, Edward, hahaha, what a ridiculous joke..." Su Ming’an laughed a few times, unable to control his expression. He felt as if the whole world was spinning, with the adverse effects of various potions surging wildly up. Headache, palpitations, nausea... he covered his mouth, Edward’s blond hair shimmering like gold, stars falling chaotically.

Had it not been for Edward... If it hadn’t been for humans aiming their spears at him... If there hadn’t been someone out to kill his teammates while he fought in the City of Gods... Would things have come to this?

Gauder Faction... Gauder Faction... Did those impeccably dressed people know how often others had died over and over for their orders issued from meeting rooms?

Now Edward even thought he could rely on this faction, believing Su Ming’an would accept such "great thanks" as if nothing had happened... expecting him to look after the so-called "greater good"...

"Unfortunately, you belong to the kind that needs a ’sacrificial warning,’ Edward." Su Ming’an slowly stopped laughing, speaking while coughing: "...Su Rin."

"I don’t want to dirty my hands," Su Rin said, yet he still made his move.

Edward was slightly startled.

He could not even utter a sound.

Stardust-like golden light enveloped his body, piercing through the shield he had put up. The next moment, his ocean-blue eyes gradually lost their brilliance, his arms limply fell, and his skin began to crack—

Edward turned into a puddle of golden fragments.

The Ring of Time fell to the ground, Su Ming’an bent down to pick it up, wiping the blood from his lip.

[Combat Power: 3110+100 points!]

Looking at Edward’s shattered body, which had a certain aesthetic quality to it, Su Ming’an leaned against a nearby wall, catching his breath, ignoring the rampant barrage of comments in the upper right corner. His vision shook violently, as if splintered lights were piercing his brain...

He hadn’t thought through how much pain he would endure afterward; he just felt that as long as he took his medicine, he could stabilize... as long as he took medicine, he could solve everything...

Suddenly, Su Rin reached out and pulled Su Ming’an away.

"That’s enough, let’s go back and rest. See a doctor if you’re sick, I’ll weave dreams for you if you’re tired.

Don’t waste your spirit on scum."