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Chapter 740 - Seven Hundred Thirty-Seven: "Let’s Just Die Together.

Chapter 740: Chapter Seven Hundred Thirty-Seven: "Let’s Just Die Together.

[Main God World]

"——Everyone has already stepped into a brand new era!"

"——Facing an unknown era, there is sequence in hearing the Dao, and specialization in professions. We need to hold an open-minded and humble attitude, concentrate all our strengths, and within a one-year deadline, gather the essence of civilization, exert the outstanding collective wisdom of humanity, and extend the continuation of the ’human’ race..."

On the television screen, an inspiring speech was in progress. Similar speeches had been almost daily occurrences since the start of the World Game.

Mizushima Kawa Sora glanced at the passionate host on the screen, then turned and walked toward the depths of the corridor. The luminescent green safety lights made her pallid face look like that of a vampire.

"Click", she pressed a button, and a mechanical door opened, revealing a squarely white room where a man in a white coat with slightly graying hair stood in the center.

Above the screen, several lines of text flickered:

[February 2, 08:29, at the Peace Dove Rescue Hospital branch in the 47th District of the Main God World, the first Red-Eyed patient appeared, displaying abnormal behavior and accompanied by symptoms of amnesia. Currently, the first patient has fallen into a coma with stable vital signs.]

...

[February 2, 18:28, the number of Red-Eyed patients increased to 62, distributed among various domains. The patients all present with altered dispositions and partial memory loss.]

[It is preliminarily determined that this is a new type of mental disease unheard of in history. The United Group has named it "Ta Wei Syndrome". Suspected to be related to the Ninth World.]

...

[February 3, 09:49, up to now, no contagiousness of "Ta Wei Syndrome" has been discovered. Patients showed common traits of excessive stress and self-abandonment before falling ill. It is preliminarily speculated that those with a weaker disposition are more susceptible to this disease. Most patients possess the ability to hide their pupil color, making it impossible to know the actual number of those afflicted...]

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[February 4, 00:19, all major transportation routes in the 47th District were blocked, and the United Group’s Department of Social Development Research and the Drug Planning Bureau are working to determine the source of the disease. As the number of cases of the disease is low, and the crisis index is deemed low, the level of concern is temporarily set at Grade B.]

[Edward has already gone missing, and up to now, no trace of him has been found. His last room was left with the traces of a bomb explosion.]

...

[February 4, 08:00, the Ta Wei Disease Specialist Task Force was established by the United Group, seeking help from some Adventurer Players who have returned...]

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"Mizushima Kawa? What brings you here today?" the man in the white coat turned around, glanced at her, and said, "You look very pale, did you not rest well?"

Mizushima Kawa Sora hummed an acknowledgment.

"Ever since you rose to the position among the world’s top five players, we haven’t seen each other for a long time..." the man in the white coat said, "Back in the day, you were still a little girl, and now you can wield the power to destroy cities... The World Game, it’s truly a terrifying revolution."

The man in the white coat was named Aberla, Mizushima Kawa Sora’s teacher in her younger years, currently serving in the United Group. The two had been close confidants and had shared everything, but since Mizushima Kawa Sora’s meteoric rise, they rarely kept in touch.

Aberla never expected that Mizushima Kawa Sora would come to him today. He could no longer help her with anything.

Mizushima Kawa Sora lowered her head, the veins in her fingers tense.

"Teacher, I don’t believe," she blurted out abruptly. Her fingernails dug in, almost breaking the doll in her hand.

"Don’t believe what?" Aberla asked, puzzled.

"I don’t believe... the world will..." Mizushima Kawa Sora’s brows furrowed, her lips bleeding from biting, as she spoke the indistinct sentence: "I also don’t believe... Why only they can... Why..."

As she spoke, she clenched her teeth and her fingers twisted unnaturally, making a "crack crack" sound.

Upon hearing this, Aberla stopped what he was doing and placed his hands on her slender shoulders.

He gazed gently at Mizushima Kawa Sora’s pallid cheeks, knowing that she must have experienced some sort of mental damage that no one could heal, or else she wouldn’t have come to him to pour out her troubles.

"Mizushima Kawa, I don’t understand why you’re upset, nor what you’ve been through," Aberla said, "But I want to tell you that there’s no need to be sad — those spectators who criticize you will never match up to you; you just need to keep going, and that’s enough to be outstanding, second to none."

"So Su Ming... never mind." Mizushima Kawa Sora said, averting her gaze.

"Mizushima Kawa. As your teacher, there is much I want to say to you, given your current status is no longer as it used to be, I won’t take up too much of your time," Aberla said:

"In my short life, what fascinated me the most was the unknown. Whether in the field of mathematics, physics, or other interesting domains... I had hoped that I could glimpse those unknowns, to unravel those mysteries for humanity. Yet in the end, as I grew old, I was still like a child before the vast universe, just as ignorant as when I was young.

"The mutual slaughter among members of the same species is one of the characteristics of higher animals. After Darwin’s theory of evolution, it was natural for social Darwinism to appear among humans, sifting us with the contradictions and struggles of the times, as well as individuals’ adaptability. And after the start of the World Game, the former’s theory of evolution was magnified to an unlimited extent, while also possessing the latter’s characteristics.

"Mizushima Kawa, facing many enemies will be a very normal thing for you. If you feel dissatisfied with those who surpass you, there is no need to harbor resentment and jealousy. Fundamentally, you still belong to the same front, all for the race of ’humanity.’ If there must be competition, it should not be until eight months later. In my eyes, although you have done many wrong things, you are still a hero who shoulders heavy points."

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed that Mizushima Kawa Sora’s eyes had reddened.

"It’s been a long... since I heard someone comfort me like this."

She blinked, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Her lips trembled, her complexion still pale: "But I have already been denied by the World Game, teacher."

"I don’t understand why you say that, your growth is still promising," Aberla consoled. He knew that the student before him had done many controversial wrong actions over the past five months, whether it was morally hijacking the Number One Player or deliberately targeting others in Qiongdi, she did not deserve forgiveness. But to him, if his student showed a vulnerable side, he would comfort her.

At least compared to Edward, she had never once bowed her head to the Organizers.

"But I have already been denied by the World Game, I have been denied..." Mizushima Kawa Sora kept repeating this sentence, as if she had lost her soul.

Aberla just patted her back, comforting her in a low voice.

Until Mizushima Kawa Sora suddenly dropped the doll in her hand and burst into loud weeping, just like the little girl in his memory who had not yet grown up, vulnerable like a piece of paper.

"...There’s no way out, it’s over..."

"The world has been denied... we, we might as well die together, what’s the point of going on like this..."

She sobbed, showing a side of weakness never seen by outsiders. Her indifference, sharpness, and murderous aura had disappeared at that moment, as if she had shed her heavy armor.

Aberla did not understand why she was crying. He just comforted her, like consoling an injured child.

"Mizushima Kawa, you don’t have to bear all the pressure by yourself, and you don’t have to keep everything to yourself all the time."

"If you’re tired, then rest. There are still people ahead taking the lead; don’t be afraid..."

...

[Caius Tower・Doomsday City]

Su Ming’an opened his eyes.

An invasion alarm sounded outside, and that offspring of a deity had already left, leaving only the sound of a turntable scratching against the stylus in the room.

"Yeah, are there cameras in the room?" he whispered.

"No," AI Yeah answered.

Su Ming’an hadn’t expected the Deity to be a gentleman who respected privacy, unlike the Dawn System, which resorted to anything and everything, sneakily installing a dozen cameras for 360-degree surveillance.

"Su Rin, are you there?" he whispered.

There was no response.

... Su Rin had dropped the ball at a crucial moment, not appearing even after her name was called.

Su Ming’an’s fingers moved as he prepared to act alone, but suddenly heard footsteps at the door.

He immediately relaxed his muscles, maintaining a state of anesthesia.

"Click," the automatic door swung wide open. Following that, a strange white-haired girl walked in, holding a pile of fresh strawberries and chocolate.

"Good day, I’ve been ordered by the City Lord to take care of you. I heard you like strawberries?" The girl approached him, her delicate white fingers picking up a strawberry and smiling as she brought it close to his lips, "Come on, open your mouth—"

The girl with white hair had a stunning face, long eyelashes like crow feathers, and skin so pale it was dazzling, making her stand out anywhere as a star-level beauty, and with every movement, she exuded a charm like that of a violet.

Her fingers were slender and as white as coagulated cream, the contrast with the bright red strawberry was utterly heart-stirring. The audience had already started sending in literary comments, urging her to quickly put the strawberry in their mouths.

Su Ming’an remained expressionless, "Take it away."

A look of confusion flooded the girl’s face, which, combined with her astonishing beauty, made her all the more delicate and touching, "You... don’t like strawberries?"

She pursed her lips, revealing a hurt little bunny look that would be difficult for any normal man to resist.

The abnormal man Su Ming’an, "Who are you?"

He was about to take action when this girl entered the room and messed up his plans.

The white-haired girl tilted her head, showing off a 30-degree angle perfect smile, and her pair of jade-like eyes was incredibly captivating:

"I am your fiancée. My identity as the City Lord’s grandniece is worthy of you."

Su Ming’an was completely flabbergasted, "Since when was it decided?"

His identity wasn’t supposed to have a fiancée. Why, as the instance was about to end, did a fiancée suddenly pop up?

"Just now," the white-haired girl said. "The City Lord just announced it, betrothing me to you."

Su Ming’an’s gaze trembled.

He couldn’t understand, what kind of thought process did the deity have? Just now it said an alliance through marriage was impossible, but then it went ahead and arranged a fiancée for him.

—And it was even a white-haired one.

"Would you like some chocolate instead? I can break off a piece for you..." The white-haired girl said.

"I don’t like you," Su Ming’an said, "Leave quickly."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired girl just sighed lightly, understandingly saying: "That’s okay, love born from a marriage alliance always comes with interests and broken affections. Even if you don’t love me, it won’t affect our marriage..."

"Go tell that guy, if he pulls another messy stunt like this, I will instantly commit suicide, let his Emotional Resonance go to hell," Su Ming’an said.

After hearing that, the white-haired girl dared not say anything more. She could only stand up, bow slightly toward him, and leave with her long white dress trailing behind.

The room was finally empty. Su Ming’an slightly moved his fingers, and invisible threads lifted his body up from the bed. This was a skill replicated from the equipment, "Hand of Redemption (Red Level)"—Noel’s Puppet Threads. It enabled him to move with threads while his body was under anesthesia.

Suddenly, footsteps approached the door. Su Ming’an let go of his hand, forcing himself to lie back down.

"Click," the automatic door swung wide open, and a white-haired young man entered, dressed in a pure white suit, carrying a stack of fresh strawberries and chocolates.

"Hello, the City Lord has commanded me to take care of you," the young man said, with his head lowered and a subdued voice, moving closer to him.

"I..." Su Ming’an watched this all-too-familiar scene unfold before him. He couldn’t understand what was going on—had the deity replaced the white-haired girl with a white-haired boy simply because he had rejected her?

How on earth did this deity rise to power with such whimsical decision-making?

Su Ming’an was at a loss for words. He didn’t refuse this time because he feared that if he did, the deity would send an endless string of different marriage prospects to him like a selection process in a harem.

"Drink some strawberry juice!"

Compared to the previous white-haired girl, the white-haired boy was more impatient, slamming a cup of strawberry juice on the bedside table with a "bang," showing appalling customer service.

Su Ming’an didn’t want to drink. He shifted his gaze away, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the boy’s profile.

"..."

Su Ming’an’s gaze locked in place, and he scrutinized the boy again.

The white-haired boy turned slightly to the side, seemingly reluctant to let Su Ming’an see his face clearly.

"Su..." Su Ming’an began to speak.

The white-haired boy was startled and quickly gestured for Su Ming’an to keep quiet, pointing to the camera on his white suit, indicating that they were under surveillance.

Su Ming’an almost ran out of breath as he finally identified the person before him.

—How did you sneak in here dressed with a white hair wig, Cloud City God?

No wonder Su Rin hadn’t appeared when he called her name earlier; it turned out Su Rin had already infiltrated the inside. She must have taken the place of the white-haired boy who was originally meant to come in.

Su Ming’an held back any ridicule. Su Rin had helped to this extent, making such a sacrifice, so he had no reason to mock her—pff.

The disguise was truly amusing. He silently curled his fingers, starting the recording.

"Pfft... cough cough cough..." A second later, Su Ming’an couldn’t help but laugh for an instant. Su Rin reacted quickly, immediately pouring the strawberry juice into his mouth.

Since there were cameras around, Su Rin kept silent throughout, displaying an aristocratic and chilly attitude, administering the strawberry juice before leaving.

After Su Rin left, Su Ming’an used the threads to lift his own body and began to move.

He first inserted his forefinger into his mouth, bending its joint slightly.

"... Ugh... cough, cough cough cough..."

After inducing vomiting, a chip appeared in Su Ming’an’s palm. It was mixed with the strawberry juice from earlier, something passed to him by Su Rin.

Wiping the chip clean, he slit open the back of his neck and inserted the chip in.

Instantly, azure data flashed before his eyes, and his pupils turned a pure sky blue shining with luminescence, like a pair of artificial eyes. In his vision, a virtual chat box appeared out of nowhere.

...

[You have connected to the "Mu Team" chat channel, you can now converse with the hacker "Mu Team."]

...

—The mysterious hacker "Mu Team," who had been covertly opposing the deity for six years, would accompany Su Ming’an’s covert operation.

Su Ming’an didn’t know who "Mu Team" was, nor their age or gender. However, "Mu Team’s" hacking skills were enough to collide with the deity and keep up a tug-of-war for six years, showing that "Mu Team" was a very strong NPC.

Whoever can achieve this must possess extremely advanced technology and could not be a nobody.

...

[Mu Team (20:48): Hello, I will assist you in taking over the reign of Doomsday City.]

The words of "Mu Team" flashed first on the virtual screen within his field of vision.

Su Ming’an’s fingers moved slightly, a virtual keyboard appeared in his vision, and he quickly typed:

[Su Ming’an (20:49): Hello.]

...

The words of "Mu Team" continued to flash.

[Mu Team (20:49): It’s been a while.]