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Chapter 730: Chapter 727: "Su Rin’s Jungle Knife.

"Little... Xiaomei! Have you come to save your father?"

The fat man’s eyes lit up. His daughter had never defied him from a young age, whether it was serving as a nightingale or eventually being sold off. She always obeyed...

As Xiaomei approached, the fat man sensed something was amiss.

The daughter in front of him seemed unfamiliar—she was no longer wearing revealing dresses and high heels, but a thick cotton jacket and military boots, her hair neatly tied up, resembling those unreachable white-collar workers he saw on television screens.

A fierce mechanical arm was fitted over her hand, covering her smooth skin, the cold steel hiding immense strength.

"Daughter?" he said.

Xiaomei looked at him, walked over, a squad of soldiers following her. She stared at the man for a while then spoke:

"Pull him up."

The soldiers stepped forward and dragged the weak fat man up, stabilizing him so he could stand; he rubbed his hands together expectantly and said to Xiaomei, "Xiaomei, have you come to take daddy in so we can live a good life?"

Such fine clothes, surely given by the rich young master who bought Xiaomei. If he could also be brought into the city, he wouldn’t have to stay in this dogshit place...

Xiaomei gazed at him.

"I should thank you, for selling me off," she said.

"No need to thank me, I won’t do it again..." the fat man secretly rejoiced, seeing that Xiaomei still had feelings for him.

"After leaving The Fringe, I’ve gained a lot," Xiaomei interrupted him. "I’ve also developed many hobbies I had never encountered before...like planting daisies, listening to radio broadcasts. Listening to the hosts chat, I realized how big the world is, how interesting history is, and that a girl like me... should never have been sold by her father."

Previously, her world was limited; she truly didn’t understand what rebellion meant.

But now...

A wonderful person suddenly appeared in her life, unreachable, bringing sunlight that transformed her life.

"Originally..." Xiaomei stared into the man’s eyes. "I was never under any obligation to yield to you."

The fat man turned pale.

"You cannot..." he still tried to retain her.

"I have no reason to recognize someone who sold me as my father." Xiaomei said. "Throw him back."

On her shoulder, a white cat lazily meowed and rubbed against her face. Her mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface. She was engaging in a fierce ideological struggle, and she was afraid.

Today... was her first step in saying goodbye to that weak part of herself.

She would not yield anymore.

No more weakness.

Only by standing up for herself... could she be worthy of approaching the light.

"Bang!" The fat man was thrown back, crashing into the ruins. Xiaomei turned and left.

Her legs were still trembling.

But her forward steps did not stop.

...

[The Fringe·War Band]

In a dark alley, a man dejectedly drooped his head and smoked.

"Huff..." White smoke drifted up, his eyes heavy with a deep layer of bluish-gray, a chip on his neck flashing a dangerous orange glow.

"Brother, are you still wallowing?" Luo asked him from outside the alley.

The man didn’t respond, just drank silently.

"Fine, I can’t manage you," Luo said. "You have the right to be sad, but please give me the War Band leader’s medal. If you don’t want to face the remaining comrades, I’ll become the leader of the War Band and help them survive."

Che Kylstia raised his head, his eyes fogged with the haze of drunkenness.

"I’m... sorry," Che said.

"..."

"Sorry," Che repeated.

He trembled constantly, the bottle of liquor in his hand dropping to the ground.

"You don’t need to apologize," Luo said. "You didn’t cause the death of Caius Tower’s War Band members. It was their evil intentions and ambition against the City Lord that made them desperately seek victory at Caius Tower.

It was the destiny of The Fringe inhabitants—they killed themselves."

She stepped forward and poured a bucket of cold water already prepared over Che.

Under the wet black hair, Che’s red pupils dimmed like flames extinguished suddenly; gradually, he sobered up.

...

[It was the destiny of The Fringe inhabitants—they killed themselves.]

...

He still believed he was at fault.

If only he could subtly change people’s perspectives, stop the War Band from being so hostile towards the City Lord. Or perhaps, the first day Luo came to the War Band, if he had convinced everyone to give up entering Caius Tower...would everything be different now?

If they hadn’t been driven by hatred towards the City Lord from the beginning, would he not be alone now?

His ancestors... Sen Kylstia, shining during the Dawn War period, led the Beacon Army to defeat the Deity’s forces. His parents, Cheng Kylstia, served their lives as laboratory assistants to the City Lord.

And him...

Perhaps he should also do something for this City-State.

If he could make a difference, protect more friends...

"Is there any place, I’m needed?" Che said.

"Anywhere."

Luo turned around.

As she passed the street, she heard a young couple arguing.

"—Why do you have to enlist? Can’t you stay here with me? We just bought that diamond ring..." the girl was tugging at the boy’s collar.

"—Darling, we can buy another ring, but the chance to make a difference comes only once. I want to take you to a better area..." the boy explained, his pocket bulging with a ring box.

"—I don’t want that, I just want the ring you give me now, don’t leave..."

"..."

Luo sighed.

She walked towards the district, carrying a long sword swirling with blue electric light.

...

[World’s Edge]

"Swish!"

A golden light flashed, and Su Rin appeared at the world’s edge. He looked towards a large energy station nearby.

The architecture of the energy stations resembled factories, with liquid energy stored within. There were a total of one thousand six hundred energy stations encircling the world. Now, black mist was flowing in through the edge of the world, contaminating the liquid energy, causing half of the energy stations to fall into a dormant state.

At this time, no truck had arrived here yet.

Su Rin faced the ceaselessly surging black mist at the edge of the world, holding a long knife — this was a Red Level piece of equipment that Su Ming’an had just given him, produced by the Ta Wei army.

Su Ming’an had named the knife "Jungle Knife." Su Rin didn’t understand what it meant and guessed that "Jungle" might be the name of some hero from Zhai Xing’s legends, similar to "Sword of Yarman."

Su Rin stared at the edge of the world, thinking for a moment.

"So, the mission that suits me the best is actually..."

He leaned forward.

He plunged into it.

...

[Caius Tower]

The two-hour rest period had ended.

As the white light once again enveloped Su Ming’an’s body, he heard Noel say:

"Su Ming’an, the Ninth World has ended. If we can meet again, I want to take you to a place."

"Okay," Su Ming’an nodded.

"Then, it’s a promise," Noel said.

The white light shrouded them.

Su Ming’an opened his eyes, and he suddenly found that this time he hadn’t woken up in an underground hibernation capsule.

[Catastrophe Year 71], the AI Yeah displayed the time.

It had been a full six years since he last departed, and only one year was left until the end of Caius Tower.

Su Ming’an looked around. It was a large dungeon, and hundreds of people were locked inside iron cells.

He wasn’t occupying anyone’s body — because he was using his own body unexpectedly.

He activated the system mirror — in the mirror was his own appearance with black hair and black eyes, not the face of Acto. His location appeared to be randomly assigned, with many prisoners looking at him with terrified faces as if he just appeared out of nowhere.

Around him, prisoners were striking the iron cages, smashing their heads till blood flowed, seemingly using their bodies to resist something.

"I might as well die..." someone murmured softly.

"Please, just let me die..." someone else let out a hoarse wail.

Su Ming’an activated his Spatial Domain, concealing his figure. He observed quietly and discovered that these prisoners were in poor mental states, treating him like a hallucination after his invisibility, mistaking him for an apparition.

In the distance, a prisoner was being executed, continuously emitting the sounds of whips and agonized cries.

Arguments, cursing, mumbling to themselves, despair, numbness... Many prisoners were staring blankly up at the corner window on the wall — at the end of their line of sight was a statue.

Su Ming’an followed their gaze.

Outside the iron window, far away, stood a statue in a square. Every inch of the young man was meticulously sculpted, the shape of his eyes was firm, and his lips were curved upward as if displaying a smile to everyone.

— It was a stone sculpture of Yasa Acto. Created by the former Deputy City Lord, Su Xiaobi.

However, compared to six years ago, there were no longer flowers sent by the people at the foot of the sculpture and its face had even gathered dust, having not been cleaned for a long time, as if... it had been abandoned by the mundane world.

Su Ming’an stared intently at that distant statue, his heart feeling as if it had been faintly struck, causing a dull sensation. For a moment, he thought it was the empathetic emotions from Acto’s body making him a bit sad, but he quickly realized that it was his own body.

...These six years,

What exactly happened?

He was enveloped with a domain of Spatial Concealment, left the underground dungeon, and arrived on the surface.

This was Doomsday City, and the buildings within were much taller than they had been six years earlier, coated with red-beetle-like patches on the walls, devoid of the unique, beautiful glass hues.

The roads were planned out strictly in grids, filled with steel and concrete, looking excessively stern, without a trace of soft soil. Even the passing residents hung their heads low, devoid of smiles.

Where the Beacon once gathered, people used to warm themselves with sweet potato porridge, that warm sense of humanity had since vanished, replaced by cold mechanics.

When Su Ming’an witnessed this scene, he even thought he had come to the wrong world.

He used his wristwatch to hack into the information system, retrieving the history of the past six years.

...

[Executor Ta Wei—Yasa Acto]

...

This term, it repeatedly appeared throughout the history.

Sorts of filthy curses emerged incessantly, terms like "traitor," "liar," "lapdog" rolled in waves—rushing toward the same name.

Yasa Acto.

Su Ming’an’s pupils contracted—he had not at all anticipated that over these six years, Acto had not died, but was still ruling over humanity as the City Lord.

In the perspective of the residents, over these six years, their City Lord became more brutal, more detached, more merciless; he called himself "Ta Wei Executor," imposed severe thought control, turned into a lapdog for Ta Wei, enjoyed resources bestowed by Ta Wei, and stingily distributed them to the populace.

The city-state’s laws became increasingly harsh; the leadership became colder. The residents were pressed until they could hardly breathe; many were imprisoned for merely speaking back, to be brainwashed.

It was not that no one tried to fight against Acto, but continuously people were defeated, died, became disheartened and gave up resistance, and some went missing, never to return...

Some utilized the underground information network, predicting Acto’s deployment, tentatively striking back, but always ending in tragic defeat.

Acto was too cunning; almost no one could confront him, his defenses always being disassembled with his offhand decisions, like an adult demolishing a baby’s blocks.

An ever more silent mood echoed in Doomsday City, every resident of the city-state had their head bowed, that man standing at the pinnacle of the city-state—with his absolute wisdom suppressing them, nobody could consider themselves his equal adversary in this fundamentally unequal game.

On the streets, a procession was marching. They were residents rebelling against brainwashing, suppressed by red-eyed soldiers.

"Liar—he’s just a liar—why do we have to obey such a City Lord..."

"Why, six years ago, did he side with Ta Wei, when he clearly was the one who hated Ta Wei the most..."

The detained cried behind their hands while the passing residents watched numbly.

Su Ming’an seeing the history of these six years felt deja vu, as if he had returned to the Theocratic rule of the 32nd year after the Catastrophe.

Human history is truly a fascinating thing.

Catastrophe year 32, humanity could no longer bear the whispering of deities and sought to fight for "freedom," thus they launched the Dawn War, overthrowing the theocracy at the cost of innumerable lives for "survival" in year 49.

Catastrophe year 59, a six-year-long cold disaster began, those who could not survive began to forsake their hard-won "freedom," seeking aid from deities again, pushing Acto to the edge of the world for the sake of "survival."

Catastrophe year 71, Executor Ta Wei fulfilled their demands, providing them with resources sufficient to live. Humans began to think of giving up these deity-bestowed "survival" resources, to fight for "freedom"...

History is a large loop.

Circling "survival" and "freedom," back and forth, round after round, from one loop to the next, like a sliced Klein Bottle. Humanity kept tormenting its own lifespan and civilization, sparks of philosophy and contradiction eternally emerging in this species until burning up in a wildfire, utterly consuming themselves.

And now, there is a fatal question—

He is here now.

Over these six years, that self-proclaimed "City Lord," who exploited all residents and deceived them, Yasa Acto—who is he?

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