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Chapter 719: Chapter 716 - "Do Androids Dream of Spring?

"I am the messenger from Border City, Kelchia. I have come in response to your call," the next person came forward to bow.

"Kelchia, welcome," Su Ming’an responded.

"I am Andeveis from the Freedom Alliance. Long time no see, City Lord. You still look so young," the next middle-aged man bowed and smiled.

"Long time no see, Andeveis, welcome," Su Ming’an said.

"Your impeccable war strategy in the 49th year of the Catastrophe was breathtaking. I am honored to now be under your command," Andeveis smiled, "With your leadership, humanity will surely reclaim the land and drive out the invading ’Ta Wei’."

"... yes, humanity will be victorious," Su Ming’an said.

But after his feigned death, the voice of the Deity did not sound in his ears; without the Deity’s command, how was he to achieve victory...

He was now set to command millions of legions, shouldering the fate of hundreds of millions of humans... His experience of being omnipotent and undefeated was merely a bubble, yet everyone believed so firmly in him.

One Lord after another swore allegiance to him, the room dazzled with the brilliance of medals, gold sprung from the ground. After receiving more than a hundred people, a general with a burly face squeezed in.

"—City Lord, why must my troops take the rear in the war arrangements?" the general asked angrily, "Does the City Lord think me easy to bully, intending to use my troops as cannon fodder?"

Seeing this, Su Ming’an smiled, "I’ve always heard that the Sosa troops are renowned for their swiftness; no legion is more suitable for this position than yours. Please allow me the honor of witnessing the honor and spirit of your Sosa troops."

When he smiled, it was as if a spring breeze caressed the face. It was like the human self-rescue meeting, Cloning Ming’s radiant smile to the leaders.

Su Ming’an extended his hand clad in a white glove, "May I have this honor?"

The burly general’s cheeks flushed, he coughed, "... well, alright." He shook Su Ming’an’s hand, then let go after a moment.

"Excuse me for a moment." Su Ming’an nodded at him, then turned and stepped into the back room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, he took off his white gloves, threw them into the nearby trash can like chasing away a fly, and put on a new pair of gloves.

Yuanyuan sat on the sofa, staring at the sand table on the table. Seeing Su Ming’an push the door in, she looked up, "Take a rest for a while, you don’t look well."

"The new generals have quite a few contradictions with the direct lineage of the City Lord, we can’t ignore them," Su Ming’an said.

Beside him, Lu pondered, "Now the instance is entering its final process. There has always been the saying ’a glass of wine to surrender military power’; it’s normal for heroes to feel fear. Indeed, it is not yet time to rest."

"Let him rest, after all, he was only a student before, and I feel tired..." Yamada Machiichi said.

"Su Ming’an, he was a student?" Lu emphasized the tone, looking at Su Ming’an, "No, Yasa Acto, you are the City Lord."

This was the first time Lu addressed him with "you."

"Whether you like it or not, when the instance assigns you such a role, there’s no turning back. I am ten years older than you; if you don’t know how, I’ll teach you how to face these," Lu said.

Su Ming’an was silent for a moment, "... thank you."

"Having seen the scenes of the Ruined World, I believe again that our creation of the Peak Alliance was not wrong. Heroes will be feared. We need a place after the war, and you possess all the traits to lead humanity out of darkness," Lu said.

"What you mean is... make me a dictator after the war?" Su Ming’an said.

"No," Lu looked up:

"Rather... a Guardian."

"You carry the fate of a hundred million on your shoulders."

...

[Doomsday City·Outside the City]

"Grandma, when can we go home..." a little girl clutched her clothes tightly.

They were in a tattered group of refugees, all frostbitten, pale and thin.

They were refugees who, upon hearing of the war, hurried to seek refuge in a city. Thousands of such refugees gathered at the city gates.

"Tuantuan, we can enter the city soon..." her grandmother comforted her.

"Before she froze to death, mom said that grandma used to say as long as we see the dawn rise, there will be spring, but why has spring disappeared again..." the little girl said, "Mom also said that she saw crows on a train when she was little, but why are there no crows either... Grandma, I miss mom..."

The grandmother hugged her frail body, choking up:

"Tuantuan, I miss Nini too..."

The 2nd to the 72nd year of the Catastrophe, a history of human suffering.

Before the Dawn War, humanity suffered under the rule and brutal executions of the Deity.

In the early stages of the Dawn War, humanity suffered among the scattered fires of war and sudden nuclear explosions.

In the late stages of the Dawn War, humanity again suffered from self-inflicted conquests and resource shortages.

The true dawn was always in a future that never intersected with theirs, as if a sharp blade had severally cut off the future. All they were welcomed with was suffering.

"Hey—Doomsday City’s refugee capacity is full, find another place! We’re not taking any more!"

At that moment, the queue at the door stopped, a soldier ran to disperse the crowd, his steel spear glinting in the light.

Grandmother’s face turned pale—they had trekked hundreds of kilometers to reach Doomsday City, and now they were being driven away... They could no longer walk, and the only outcome for them was to freeze to death on the road.

"—Wasn’t it said that Doomsday City would take in refugees?"

"—I’ve never heard of a requirement for being full. Why tell us only after we’ve arrived that you’re not taking us anymore?"

As hope for survival faded, people began to shout like madmen, their colorful strips of cloth flapping like flags.

"There’s going to be a war soon, the whole city is under martial law, we can’t take in too many refugees, a new policy has come from above. They say only the most needy refugees can enter Doomsday City. Come on now, find another place quickly." The soldier explained, then started to push people away, like waves pushing against each other.

"Aren’t we the most needy refugees? My husband has already frozen to death!" A thousand voices surged like a torrent, a cacophony of sounds filling the air.

"All of my family are dead, and I don’t even have a warm stone left. You’re pushing me away to force me to die!"

"Why start another war!? Wasn’t the Dawn War over? What the hell is the City Lord doing!"

"He’s dead then alive, alive then dead again. Who knows what kind of monster he is, I even saw that devil Lin Guang pushing his body, what bionic body, isn’t this just a monster?"

"..."

Grandmother hugged the little girl tightly in her arms, lest they be separated by the sudden surge of people. Their faces red with exertion, they resembled desperate monkeys scratching their heads.

She kept her eyes closed and warmed the little girl’s body, they had warmed each other with hugs all the way here.

"Don’t be scared, Yuanyuan, there will always be a place where we can live, this era wouldn’t just brutally force us alive to death..." she whispered softly.

From atop the city walls, the sound of a loudspeaker transmitted, the voice of a soldier, the team leader:

"If you wish to enter the city to receive aid, you refugees must present proof that you are indeed refugees..."

"..."

The crowd was stunned.

Though survival was only a wall away, they were excluded from the mortal world for such a ludicrous reason—they had no proof...

They roared, cursed, screamed, but their emaciated bodies could not withstand the wave of soldiers pushing against them. Before long, the crowd dispersed helplessly, they turned and began their last, despairing journey.

Grandmother held the little girl, slowly moving her feet, she took a few steps and then realized there was no sound from her arms.

She thought her granddaughter had fallen asleep: "Yuanyuan, wake up, we have to keep moving."

The girl made no sound.

"Yuanyuan, stop sleeping, we need to keep traveling through the night."

The girl still remained silent.

Grandmother turned the girl over and saw her pale little face, eyes closed, no breath under her nose.

Life had cruelly turned a living person into a dead one at such a tender age.

"..."

She bent down, trembling, hugging the frozen dead girl tightly.

She seemed to have become a tombstone herself.

...

[Beili Sier·Valley]

In the valley, Beili Sier sat by the creek, replacing parts for his household electronic companions.

"Little Bei, I heard that Doomsday City has started a war?" said a refrigerator person, "But a war solves nothing... The current problem isn’t Ta Wei, it’s that the overall resources of humankind are exhausted..."

Beili Sier closed his eyes, his white hair dancing in the warm breeze: "I know."

The grid-like Time is a tri-concurrent line, and the resources needed to construct the dimensions of the Dawn System are continuously being consumed.

He had heard before, someone said, "This is the most crucial Caius Tower, relating to the fate of the world," and indeed, the resources of the Three Dimensions were nearing a point of depletion.

"Humans might not make it to the Catastrophe’s 72-year reset..." Beili Sier chewed on his finger: "If this dimension collapses, everyone is done for, there won’t be another simulation. ’Past’, ’Present’, ’Future’. All will collapse simultaneously..."

"What do we do, Little Bei. Is there a way?" The radio person emitted a harsh sound.

"There’s no way to create resources out of thin air. But didn’t Ta Wei provide us with a path?" Beili Sier said, "Hand over Yasa Acto in exchange for resources. If humans want to survive, they can only take this path."

He suddenly looked up.

"Listen," he said, "it’s happening again."

Above the sky, the voice spread across the world.

[Hand over Yasa Acto. Push him to the edge of the world, and we will bestow upon you wealth and resources sufficient for survival...]

[Hand over Yasa Acto...]

This voice had echoed for many years. Initially, people didn’t believe such ghost stories, but as the invasion intensified, some actually received resources bestowed by Ta Wei, and too many people were beguiled by Ta Wei and became the new believers.

The refugees died from humanity’s self-exile, and at the brink of death, Ta Wei bestowed upon them resources, saving them, and became their deity.

Beili Sier closed his eyes.

"No, I must go and help him, I can no longer hide from the world..." Beili Sier said, "You all stay here, wait for my return."

...

The war did not progress smoothly.

Because the goal of the war was not clear at all.

Killing one Red Eye Army only to be met with another, there was always someone beguiled, always someone invaded. Su Ming’an once again used the powerful method of the Missionary Halo recordings, but the fatal problem was not this aspect.

The shortage of resources was the biggest obstacle to human survival. "One and a Half Dimensions" was stuck between dimensions that did not connect, unable to receive aid unless it lasted until the 72-year world reset.

This barren land had lost the care of any gods and had turned into hell.

Replica activation, seventeenth day, night.

Catastrophe Year 65, the population had sharply decreased to two-thirds of its original size. Most deaths were from starvation, freezing, and other such causes.

Su Ming’an sat next to the campfire on the ruins, surrounded by the confused company of Sen and others.

If the war of Catastrophe Year 49 was to fight against the deity’s camp and conquer the City of Gods, then this time, the war almost lacked a purpose, as if it were just to kill for the sake of killing. No matter how many Red Eye enemies they killed, the number of people frozen to death just kept increasing. The army could kill, but it couldn’t save anyone.

This was an endless despair.

"It’s not deities, not beliefs, but humans themselves that kill humans," Sen murmured.

...Too many people wanted them to hand over the City Lord.

Suddenly, he saw Yuanyuan stand up.

In the midst of people all injured, she slowly walked out. Everyone watched her, equally covered in wounds.

"Please everyone, don’t give up," Yuanyuan said, "we need to protect the citizens of Doomsday City, fight to the last moment."

She held her head high:

"—We would rather freeze to death from lack of resources than be killed by the beguiled of Ta Wei... This is the meaning of our fight."

What a despairing meaning for a fight.

Just to change the way of dying.

Her face was full of frostbite, the external temperature was now dropping even lower, a chill that penetrated the soul.

"Su Ming’an, handing you over won’t solve the problem, it will only bring greater despair," Yuanyuan crouched down, tightly grasped Su Ming’an’s hand, and fitted the thirty-third bead she gave into his palm.

She murmured, as if convincing herself:

"You are the best, we can’t lose you."

"..." Su Ming’an didn’t say anything.

Despite the difficult times and lack of divine guidance, relying on his judgment of the situation, he had strived to lead the people to this year. His companions had not given up, protecting him all the while.

Though tough, people said he seemed like he had lost the divine Wisdom and had become an ordinary person.

But they had made it through.

He felt a tightness in front of him, as Yuanyuan hugged him.

This embrace held no desire, just warmth between two cold beings.

Her eyes were moist and warm, her breath tending toward cold, her once delicate skin filled with scars and frostbite.

—When she hugged him, he almost still felt frozen stiff, devoid of real sensation.

As her face rubbed against his chest, her lips cracked yet she persisted:

"I will not hand you over..."

"Why must it always require sacrificing you to reach a barely acceptable end..."

"We’ve come this far, who wants to give up at the last..."

People watched them.

Not one mentioned "hand over the City Lord."

They struggled in the cold, fought in the darkness, always hoping the war would end, hoping to find a new source of resources.

But all they faced was despair.

Humans are such creatures, struggling for survival, gasping for breath due to that bit of unyielding belief.

"...I know it, I love you all," Su Ming’an touched her frail back.

A faint singing started, then grew louder, the scarred people gently singing by the burning campfire, as if, by doing so, they could warm themselves, leaving hope in this world of despair.

Throughout the long night, only their own encouragement kept them, striving to retain the voice of the morning star.

They sang a song that originated from the time of the Dawn War, raising their heads high in the cold wind, as if through that, they might catch a glimpse of the dawn.

...

"What singing is worth stopping to listen to?

"What ideals are worth a person sacrificing their life for?

"Dear,

"Dear,

"It’s your unyielding voice...

"Don’t be afraid in the dark,

"Share with me the new dawn born,

"We have the wind of freedom...

"If lambs run between 0 and 1,

"If butterflies dance among data flowers,

"Dear,

"Dear,

"Do electric sheep dream of spring...?"

...

They are a group of electric sheep struggling in a cycle.

Electric sheep also long for spring.

...

...

[Historical records, Ruined World Dawn War (Catastrophe Year 32—Catastrophe Year 72) lasted forty years.]

[Catastrophe Year 49——After the end of the ’intermediate period’ in Catastrophe Year 63, people began a more desperate war.]

[This time, they couldn’t find any enemy.]

[The greatest enemy... originated from human desire and greed.]

[Over 53 million humans died in this cold and hunger.]

...

...

[—According to the simulations, every time humans ended up choosing to hand over Yasa Acto.]

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