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Chapter 710 - 707: "The City Lord Let Me Hug and Kiss Her—Mwah Mwah Mwah—

Chapter 710: Chapter 707: "The City Lord Let Me Hug and Kiss Her—Mwah Mwah Mwah—

[2:00 PM, Doomsday City]

The room was pristine white, with doctors coming in and out in turns.

Su Rin waited at the door, as Yuanyuan walked over to him.

"How is Su Ming’an?" Yuanyuan glanced at the tightly shut door.

"Perhaps it’s the influence of his passive skills; there are few who can provide him with psychological therapy. Instead, these doctors end up being involuntarily influenced by him in reverse..." Su Rin said.

A moment later, the door opened, and Su Ming’an came out with a noticeable dark circle under his eye.

"I’ve said it before, I don’t need psychological therapy," Su Ming’an said. "Let these doctors go help the soldiers with psychological counseling."

He walked straight toward the corridor outside.

Now that the war had ended, post-war processing was being carried out at a brisk pace. Su Ming’an used his 25,000 contribution points to exchange for three props.

...

[X-66 Strategic Reconnaissance Drone (Purple Grade), Exchange Points Required: 10,000 points

Durability: 100/100

Maximum Cruise Altitude: 5000 meters

Weight: 10 kg

Device: Aerial camera, front and side view radar, infrared reconnaissance equipment, real-time intelligence processing system and transmission device

Equipment Requirement: Mechanical Skill Level 6 or above.]

...

[Mechanical Evolution Core (Purple Grade), Exchange Points Required: 10,000 points

Effect: Use on a piece of mechanical equipment to greatly enhance its performance.]

...

[Biological Fusion Solution (Red Grade), Exchange Points Required: 5,000 points

Effect: Use on a biological body or bionic body to fuse it with machinery.]

...

With the Biological Fusion Solution, Su Ming’an fused the Scarlet Bird he previously made with the X-66 Strategic Reconnaissance Drone to create a Purple Grade mechanical pet, still named "Flame."

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[Mechanical Flame Bird (Growth: Purple) (Named: Flame)

Level: lv.40

Attack Power: 30~70 points

HP: 2000

MP: 0

Orientation: Reconnaissance type

Talent Skill:

Mechanical Body: Immune to fire and ice attacks. Immune to high temperature and extreme cold.

Reconnaissance Drone: Comes with all the equipment of the X-66 Strategic Reconnaissance Drone.

Flame Strike: Fires a flame strike, causing 300 points of true damage and a continuous burning effect, which cannot be immediately healed at the burned area. Attack range can reach up to 5000 meters. (Flame Strike Energy Value: 5/5 times)]

...

Su Ming’an never valued pets much, but he hadn’t expected that a Purple Grade pet could be so heaven-defying; an attack range of 5000 meters was unheard of.

White cat, black cat, Scarlet Bird, little fox Eni, plus the wristwatch Acto; these five things were almost holding a meeting on his body.

Afterwards, he fused the Mechanical Evolution Core with the floating cannon, enhancing its attack power from a range of 30~100 to 50~150. One shot of the cannon could blast away three Enis.

After a series of operations, his Combat Power soared to 3400 points. Su Ming’an rested for a while in the afternoon.

As night fell, Yuanyuan knocked on his door.

"Happy New Year, Ming’an. The whole city is hosting a celebration banquet, and there’s a Fuyuan Festival performance in the central square. Do you want to come?" Yuanyuan’s voice came through.

"Sure." Su Ming’an replied. It was a good opportunity to collect Emotional Value.

He opened the door and discovered that Yuanyuan was wearing a bright red lace dress today, her black hair cascading over her smooth skin like a dense nebula. She looked just like she did at their high school graduation ceremony, unrestricted by the costly price of the dress anymore.

"Let’s go," she said, reaching out her hand.

They walked out into the night, sprinkled with starlight.

After the activation of One Dimensions, the air in the city seemed filtered and clean. The glow of the sunset dissipated, giving way to the thick night.

People danced to the music, their dresses rustling like flags, spreading the city’s splendor with their swaying hair. Some even brought out long-lost musical instruments such as accordions and guitars. Streamers were flying over wrists and belts, like fantastical rainbows in the night.

Orange paper lanterns floated up, like little half-open houses carrying people’s blessings toward the sky.

Even though war brought heavy casualties, people honored the wishes of the deceased by sharing joy and huddling together for warmth during the Fuyuan Festival.

"How’s Che?" Su Ming’an asked.

"Our team disbanded..." Yuanyuan’s voice was low: "My brother is recovering from his injuries now. He doesn’t even want to see me, let’s leave it at that for now..."

They talked about others. Tretiya had returned to normal, Little Bi from the City of Gods was gone, and forces had now been sent to protect the valleys of Beili Sier; they believed there wouldn’t be any issues...

"Ming’an, before we go to the square, would you dance with me?" Yuanyuan suddenly asked during their conversation.

"Sure." Su Ming’an took her hand.

Just like their graduation ceremony that year, Su Ming’an and she danced under the night sky. Her dance moves mature, she led him with light steps, her bright red dress swirling behind her, her eyes brimming with moonlight.

There were no longer any scars from domestic abuse on her smooth skin, nor any marks from a piano lid on his hand.

Starlight fell behind them as they danced over a ground filled with starlight.

"I hope to meet you again in the next world," Yuanyuan said.

"We definitely will," Su Ming’an replied.

"Ming’an, what kind of world do you like?" Yuanyuan asked.

"A vacation world, where I can sleep every day," he said.

"Seems a bit difficult..."

They released hands after the dance ended, and she led Su Ming’an toward the square, where they could hear lively music from afar.

When Su Ming’an arrived, the scene exploded instantly. The cheer from the crowd was so overwhelming it nearly made him retreat.

"Lord of the City — I love you!!" came from an excited burly man.

"City Lord! I heard you like white hair! Everyone on our street dyed their hair white!" said an excited young girl with white hair, surrounded by dozens of others with white hair, ranging from eight-year-old boys to eighty-year-old women.

"City Lord, let me hug you! Mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa, kisses and kisses — a cute kitty like you is born to be eaten by me, ahhhh —" This was undeniably a Player.

The fervor of the citizens was beyond Su Ming’an’s expectation; he took a half step back, thankful to be in the backstage area away from the crowd.

"Handsome, I didn’t think you’d attend this kind of event." Today, Xi was also dressed in red, standing in front of a large stage behind her where the Fuyuan Festival performance was taking place.

To Su Ming’an’s surprise, Sen Kylstia was on stage. It turned out Sen could sing, and many were singing with him; a scattered chorus became a soul-stirring force when sung by tens of thousands simultaneously.

Only at that moment did it feel like a trip to an Otherworld.

"According to the tradition of the Fuyuan Festival, Handsome, won’t you perform something?" Xi asked with a mischievous smile.

Cheng Luohe glanced over: "Don’t make it hard for the City Lord."

"Exactly. The City Lord is already so powerful, asking him to perform is asking for too much, isn’t it?" Noah joined in, placing a hand on Su Ming’an’s left shoulder: "If you really can’t do anything, City Lord, I can teach you, as long as you chat with me more often..."

Xi immediately placed a hand on Su Ming’an’s right shoulder, flanking him with Noah:

"Handsome, you’re really popular now. Pluck anyone from that crowd, and there’s not a soul who wouldn’t want to marry you. Of course, this is just a figure of speech."

"That metaphor sucks," Su Ming’an said, unamused.

"At least it tells you how popular you are," Xi replied. "Come on, don’t be a spoilsport."

"The instrument I play isn’t found around here," Su Ming’an said.

"There is."

With a "bang!", a piano crashed onto the ground, deafeningly loud.

Su Ming’an retreated half a step again.

"This is an instrument from before the Century Catastrophe, found on the battlefield ruins. It’s been mechanically processed and can withstand a Third Level collision." Xi picked up the piano single-handedly, the wild posture of a strongman ill-fitting her youthful face, "Come on, the instrument is all prepared for you."

Su Ming’an finally realized why Yuanyuan had dragged him here; she was determined to make him play the piano. He turned to look, only to see Yuanyuan snickering.

The stage had already started the announcement:

"—Let us welcome the highest leader of the human Freedom Faction, Yasa Acto, Lord of Acto City, to play a piano piece for the Fuyuan Festival celebration—"

Instantly, a tumultuous cheer erupted, as the people clapped like crazy, the wave-like applause reverberating so much that it made one’s scalp tingle even at a distance.

The fervor of this crowd was even more frightening than Zhai Xing’s group of Casual Players.

It was almost... like a deity worship.

"Go ahead," Xi said.

In this moment, her usually sly eyes suddenly turned gentle, "All of us here repay kindness with gratitude, and we always hold respect for our leaders. No one will be ungrateful to you, envious of you... and no one will harbor evil intentions towards you."

She smiled, releasing his shoulder, "We like you the best, handsome. We will always adore you, no one will insult a hero."

"..."

Su Ming’an clenched his fingers tighter.

In that instant, the resentful gaze of Edward as he faced death, the curses from Mizushima Haru, and the malicious comments about Number One Player on the forums crossed his mind.

"Hmm, I love you all too," Su Ming’an said.

He stepped forward, not climbing onto the high platform, but instead taking a seat beside the piano below it.

Many people had to stand on their tiptoes; Su Ming’an was seated too low for them to see him.

Su Ming’an’s fingers remained still for a long time. The black and white keys blurred before his eyes into wandering phantoms, and pain throbbed from his temples. It was then that he realised... the aftereffects of the three hundred doses hadn’t faded this quickly after all...

Suddenly, he heard the clear sound of a flute.

"Wu—"

Like the prolonged, melodious moonlight, the flute’s song was distant, piercing through the vast night silence. The people turned and parted to make a path. A white-haired young man holding a flute slowly walked forward.

Locking gazes with the white-haired young man, Su Ming’an’s eyes became slightly clearer.

"That man looks like... the owner of a teahouse in the Inner City," Xi said.

Su Ming’an pressed down on the piano keys.

In a flash, the piano’s melody harmonized with the distant, melodious flute, composing a harmonious piece, like a creek meeting the moonlight, translucent ice particles dancing in the music, then melting away as the creek freely rushes towards another day—

Few people had ever heard the sound of a piano.

It originated from a world before the Century Catastrophe, a time when the human population hadn’t sharply declined, the sky wasn’t blood-colored, the land could grow flowers, and people still experienced spring...

People over fifty shed tears, faintly perceiving that the forgotten Catastrophe seemed to be a very important memory.

When the piece ended, thunderous applause broke out.

...

[Emotional Value: max]

...

Su Ming’an stood up, and Xi handed him a microphone.

"Say something," Xi said.

Su Ming’an pondered briefly, turned around, and addressing the sea of people, began:

"Everyone,"

The crowd looked up.

"I regret not having been with you all along, through the sixteen years of war," Su Ming’an looked at the countless people:

"From now on, please join me as we continue forward.

"We are all humans who cannot escape the mundane world, not deities. Therefore, let us strive to come closer to each other, to keep warm with campfires and body heat, to survive this winter."

His voice, deep and sonorous, resonated through the speakers across the entire city.

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered the 32nd year after the Catastrophe, when he first stepped into Caius Tower, and met that girl who wore a Demon Fox mask and could paint with watercolors.

...

[Handsome, do you know why our Sanctuary is called Beacon?]

[People fear the night because it gets very cold. The fearsome Exotic Beasts grow active, and many temporary settlements like Zone Eleven get destroyed.]

[But our leader, he will guide us... towards a ’new century’ without gods.]

...

[Handsome...]

[Will you... remember me...]

...

After sixteen years, he had accomplished it.

He still remembered.

...

First, there was silence.

Then, it was Xi, who bowed slightly to him.

After her, Noah and Sen, followed by leaders gathered backstage, and then the ocean-like crowd, each of them bowed their heads to him, like surging waves.

The heavy weight of something called responsibility settled on his shoulders.

A person can choose to become a saint, but others should never impose their wishes on someone else. He could say, "I will save you." But beings should not utter, "You are our Savior, you can definitely save us," thus placing him on a sacrificial altar.

However, he had already been on such an altar, burning for a long time, from the Second World to the Ninth World.

Now, he had willingly stepped onto such an altar.

"..."

Su Ming’an put down the microphone and looked towards the approaching teahouse owner.

"Happy New Year," the teahouse owner said.

"Happy New... Year," Su Ming’an said.

...

"Ding-dong!"

[The transition period of Dawn War has been completed, as the initiator, please decide whether to enter rest time? (If you want to experience Caius Tower in full, please choose to enter rest time.)]

[The rest time will be five hours, and you will be automatically transported back to Caius Tower after five hours.]

...

Suddenly, everything around him fell into stillness.

Su Ming’an stared at the words "transition period" for a moment, then glanced at the immobile Xi, as well as Sen, Noah, Cheng Luohe... finally his eyes settled on the teahouse owner.

He still remembered the taste of the tea from the previous loop.

...It had tasted like disinfectant.

"Enter," he said.

A white light obscured his vision, heralding the scenery fifty years later.