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Chapter 725 - 722: ’London Bridge is falling down.

Chapter 725: Chapter 722: ’London Bridge is falling down.

[City of Measurement・Core Area・Starfire Mechanics]

"Click." Xiaomei assembled the mechanical part in her hand and heard the discussion of her colleagues.

"...Have you heard? There’s been an incident at Kaius Tower," the team leader with rose-colored hair said.

"An incident? Isn’t that place just an asylum space? Why would something happen this year?" another person asked.

"...Do you think it’s related to the City Lord? We haven’t seen him for so many years, and the moment he appears, something happens at Kaius Tower..."

They discussed excitedly. Xiaomei stood up and handed her work report to the team leader.

"...Tsk." The team leader stopped the conversation, frowned at her, took the report, and started nitpicking.

Xiaomei listened with a submissive expression. She knew that her past experience in The Fringe was her original sin; being rejected was normal. If only her colleagues could understand her a bit more...

She always believed that people were kind. As long as she worked hard enough, the people around her would eventually be touched by her kindness.

Suddenly, a burst of exclamations came from outside the door, and someone walked in surrounded by a group.

"—Xiaomei." Atlanda spotted Xiaomei’s dark circles at a glance and strode in: "Are you still putting up with these people?"

A few colleagues were stunned; they hadn’t expected that someone of such high status as the Councilman would come for her. They hurriedly tried to explain but heard Xiaomei say first:

"They haven’t been treating me unfairly. The team leader has been good to me, always guiding my proposals. Everyone has been looking out for me."

"Oh? Is that so?" Atlanda didn’t understand. He simply said, "Alright, then come with me now."

"Me? Where to?" Xiaomei asked.

"—To save the world." A wave of heroism surged in Atlanda’s heart, and he couldn’t help but say emotionally, "You must be a key figure for the world, Xiaomei."

As a player who had obtained the prestigious title of "Councilman of the Core Area," Atlanda knew a lot of information from the Dawn System. His task was to find a way to support Kaius Tower.

Before he was about to attend a meeting, he suddenly thought of a key figure.

—Xiaomei.

Although on the surface, she was just a resident from The Fringe with nothing special about her. But someone whom Su Ming’an cared so much about must be related to Perfect Pass. Having her join... would definitely trigger more clues for the mission.

"I, I can’t do it!" Xiaomei was scared stiff by the idea and kept shaking her hands in denial.

"Councilman, she’s just an ordinary mechanic; she doesn’t understand city-state decision-making..." A colleague nearby also didn’t think it was right—how could such an important matter be entrusted to her!

"You can do it, Xiaomei, believe in yourself; you are a chosen one," Atlanda said.

He tugged Xiaomei, insisting she come with him.

Xiaomei didn’t dare to refuse. She only wanted a peaceful life where she could earn her living with her own hands. Why did everyone take such care of her... Why had she become the center of attention for many people since she met the City Lord...

Only the bewildered colleagues were left behind as they suddenly realized that there seemed to be a special class of people in this world.

In the eyes of the players, these people were called "important NPCs."

Or in other words, the chosen ones.

...

Scenes like these were happening in every corner of the city-state.

Under the red alert, some chose to join the temporary army, some held emergency meetings day and night, and some coordinated resources. Thousands of trucks were set in motion worldwide, with the entire city mobilized.

Under the era’s tide, everyone was like a droplet merging into the river, with no one able to stand apart from it.

The Dawn System stood at the very top of a ruinous building, quietly overlooking the city-state’s scenery—crowds surging, high-speed trains zipping through the sky like arrows, the entire city pulsating like an urgent heartbeat. She stretched out her hand, her transparent and snow-like pale hand resting on the edge of the windowsill, her eyes flickering with endless streams of data.

"Transportation dispatch... calculation completed.

"Resource allocation data... calculation completed.

"Kaius Tower precise location... calculation completed.

"One and a half dimensions survival time... calculation completed.

"City-state invasion level is 76%, with the last defensive time not exceeding 100 hours...

"..."

She extended her hand, and a virtual ginkgo leaf fell into her palm. She gazed at the leaf for a long time, whispering softly:

"Su Ming’an..."

...

[Catastrophe Year 65・Kaius Tower]

"Vroom—"

The motorcycle sped along, kicking up a cloud of dust, and Bi’s wild riding style made Su Ming’an cough repeatedly.

"Your body is too frail, coughing at the slightest bump; you should take care of your health, you know?" Bi’s voice drifted over from the wind.

"If there’s even a future..." Su Ming’an held onto her tightly, using her as an anchor to prevent being thrown off.

He felt like his stomach was about to churn out. Bi truly had a talent for making a motorcycle feel like a roller coaster ride.

"Ordinary people long for a ride on my bike, but can’t get it," Bi snorted, "This is a sightseeing bike. I took you through this route especially for the scenery. Look at the landscapes along the way, isn’t it spectacular?"

Su Ming’an looked up. Indeed, Bi’s chosen path was excellent, passing many relics. These must have been left from before the Century Catastrophe. There were abandoned amusement parks, abandoned schools, and he even saw dust-covered malls, bars, internet cafes...

In the distance, there was a Ferris wheel that had long stopped turning, with only a few iron chains swaying in the hurricane, like the tail of a rattlesnake. The splendor of the entire relic was sealed within ice and snow.

This scene, filled with desolation, despair, and the broken ambiance of doomsday, if placed in a game by Zhai Xing, would undoubtedly be an exceptional AAA title.

"This is a sightseeing bike?" Su Ming’an said, "A ferry on the road to the underworld?"

"...This underworld you mention, I think I’ve heard of it. Are you implying I’m taking you to your death?" Bi replied, "Adjust your mindset. Who knows, we might die halfway through the trip?"

...Truly an unhelpful way to comfort someone.

Su Ming’an turned to look at her.

"Why did you go become the Deputy City Lord of Doomsday City before?" he asked.

He had heard that Doomsday City had a new Deputy City Lord named Su Xiaobi, which must be her.

"I... was bored," Bi said, "Back in Catastrophe Year 49, you had conquered the City of Gods, and I no longer had the identity of an Agent. I thought it would be fun to check out Doomsday City. Unexpectedly, I became the Deputy City Lord."

She grew up in a greenhouse environment, with "boredom" being the theme of her life. Becoming a Deputy City Lord was merely one of her amusements.

When registering her name, she needed a surname, so she thought of him.

’London Bridge is falling down,

Falling down, Falling down...’

She hummed the tune she had learned from the Gran players.

The motorcycle sped along, her long hair blowing across his face, like someone smearing a mop on him, and Su Ming’an choked on a big mouthful of sand.

He held her tight, with nothing but the swift wind by his ear.

After ten minutes, it became very quiet by his ear.

The motorcycle stopped.

"We’re here," she said.

He looked up.

The data streams of 0s and 1s stretched wide before his eyes, like a boundless, vast universe, the strong wind causing a stinging pain. This was the world’s edge.

The most terrifying thing about the world’s edge wasn’t the wind, but the mental impact burrowing into his brain. The closer humans got to the world’s edge, the more they felt a fear likened to facing a great existence, as if confronting a natural predator.

This fear didn’t stem from the heart, but from biology. It was like an electric current shooting up from the soles of his feet, piercing through his spine and limbs.

In a previous loop, he had come to the world’s edge holding Yuanyuan’s skeleton, but he was in too much chaos then to feel this aberration.

"Scared?" Bi sneered lightly, "Fear is normal. Guess why, when there was a nuclear explosion in the 49th year after the Catastrophe, so few people fled to the world’s edge? Of course, because it’s too terrifying here, a place where dimensions meet is not something normal humans can bear, whether it’s hurricanes or the cumulative mental impact."

"..." Su Ming’an stepped towards the world’s edge.

Bi watched him, unobstructed.

Su Ming’an took another step forward.

Bracing against the invisible, heavy pressure, he felt as if he was facing an unseen soft wall. He stepped forward, one step at a time, getting closer and closer to the abyss of 0s and 1s.

Bi looked on indifferently, watching him get ever closer to sacrifice.

One step, another step, and then one more.

He was walking toward the abyss.

...

[(TE4·"The Shepherd of Utopia) Perfect Completion Progress: 65%]

...

"—Lewis!!"

Suddenly, Su Ming’an heard someone calling him, their voice wrenching.

The voice was upon him in an instant, and with a hand on his shoulder, he was yanked back with all the person’s might.

Clutching the Sword of Yarman in hand, Su Ming’an looked at the white-haired youth who had come abruptly. Lin Guang was covered in dust and obviously had rushed over day and night.

"Don’t jump down," Lin Guang stared intently at Su Ming’an, his expression filled with extreme despair, "I beg you, don’t die for them."

He gripped Su Ming’an’s arm tightly, with a force so intense that his fingertips turned pale.

"So, is that why you thought about killing them with a nuclear explosion in the 49th year after the Catastrophe?" Su Ming’an’s voice was low.

"..."

Lin Guang’s gaze was still muddy. In his pupils reflecting Su Ming’an, only then was there a glint of light.

"I’m begging you... don’t go," Lin Guang pleaded softly, his tone nearly servile.

He clutched at Su Ming’an’s sleeve, bending forward, his whole body kneeling down, thus holding on to Su Ming’an.

"It’s okay," Su Ming’an shook his head, "Let go."

...Only now he knows to retain me.

...Only now he knows regret.

Who was the ringleader when launching the nuclear explosion, leading the Deity’s army to the internal consumption of human resources? When pushing his corpse in front of Doomsday City, clamoring for energy, why hadn’t Lin Guang thought this day would come?

If Lin Guang had accepted his ideas from the start, instead of acting like a madman intent on eradicating humans... perhaps humanity could have held on for a few more years. Su Ming’an wouldn’t have to be sacrificed.

It was Lin Guang’s own actions — that led to today’s tragedy.

The thing Lin Guang feared the most was Lewis sacrificing himself — but in truth, the dead-end Lewis was now facing was largely paved by Lin Guang himself over the decades.

Su Ming’an did not wish to entangle with Lin Guang. Lin Guang’s current mental state was still relatively normal; he feared that if he spoke harshly, Lin Guang would start acting out again.

’London Bridge is falling down,

Falling down, Falling down...’

Bi hummed the tune to herself, unconcerned with their struggle, pulled the motorcycle key out, and tossed it in the trunk. Hands behind her back, she walked towards the world’s edge.

Neither Su Ming’an nor Lin Guang noticed her actions.

Not until — behind Su Ming’an, the 0s and 1s surged wildly, endless data erupting as though activated, like an exploding volcano. Su Ming’an was startled by the sudden change and sharply turned around —

A girl with jet-black hair stood on the edge of the world, her figure swaying like a flag about to fall. Her white cloak rose with the wind, like the wings of a dove, one foot perched on the brink.

As she neared the world’s edge, the data streams activated wildly, as if an invisible giant hand reached out to her, eager to drag her down into it.

’London Bridge is falling down,

Falling down, Falling down...’

She hummed softly, her voice barely audible amidst the fierce winds.

"...Bi?" Su Ming’an looked at Bi. Her position was too dangerous, a slight step back and she would fall.

Bi turned her head to look at him, a smile curving her lips.

"Did you just mention the ferry on the river Styx? Hmm? The ferry?" She asked him with a laugh, her legs swinging, her figure swaying in the wind, smiling as if a cunning little fox had succeeded in a trick:

"Guess who is going to be carried to the shore of life?"