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Chapter 741 - 738: “Kill the Executor Ta Wei—Acto.”

Chapter 741: Chapter 738: “Kill the Executor Ta Wei—Acto.”

At 8:45 PM, in Doomsday City, the Outer District, Saint Euro Area.

The downpour arrived swiftly.

It was as if a deity had pressed a switch in the darkness of the night, and torrential rain inundated the brightly lit city. The night hung low, like the closing curtain of a grand drama about to unfold.

The city lights formed a line, like hundreds of endlessly flowing radiant rivers of light. Among the houses on the streets, residents were laundering their clothes, and the scent of soap wafted from the window screens. There was even the sound of pots and pans being scrubbed clean. This was the place closest to everyday life.

——But the people surging like tidal waters from the underground shattered this tranquility. Stepping out from the sunless Underground City into this world of earthly fireworks, they ignited colorful fires across the city.

[Kill the impostor Executor—Acto!]

[Everyone wants the fake dead—kill him!!]

With banners raised, people’s shadows were elongated by the colorful lights. They trampled over dead branches, crushed the blurry shadows in the pools of rain, like a sharp sword thrusting straight into the heart of the city-state.

Intense currents of electricity spilled from the depths of alleyways, like a pulsating heartbeat. A girl with slightly ethereal form, black hair, and green eyes charged at the forefront, precisely arranging every individual’s movements.

"Cheng Luohe, you lead the team to dungeon number 32 in the west, no need to remain underground."

"Violet, you’re in charge of keeping an eye on those players with suspicious actions, don’t let them cause any trouble. Report to me in real-time if anything happens."

"Dong Xu, report your position, has Noah successfully infiltrated? He is crucial in our operation. By the way, if you see that impostor, you must not engage him in direct combat..."

"..."

A series of orders were sent out swiftly, matched with the forum’s internal network of "Mu Team", making everyone as synchronized as if they shared the same brain.

The sound of pouring rain, gunshots, the creaks of iron gates, screams, roars... all sorts of noises blended together in the rain, like a dissonant symphony.

In the chaotic city, Xi walked the streets, opening her umbrella. Her gaze pierced through the rain as if she could see through the veiled city-state.

The howling wind tugged at her black hair, which rose with the breeze like swaying grass.

"Have you ever thought about what you’d want to do if you lived in a time of peace?" A voice came from the shadows, and a pink fox took shape within them.

"I’ve thought about it," Xi said. "I might open a general store specializing in knits. I’d make lots of them, red, yellow, green, purple..."

In her palm lay a freshly made red knit, one she had just completed this year but had yet to give to Xiao Shuai. Ever since Xiao Shuai became a stranger six years ago, she hadn’t delivered a single knit to him. That unfamiliar Xiao Shuai always looked at her coldly, like an ant.

"Your Xiao Shuai told me to let you know, to hurry up and help him overthrow Doomsday City." Xiao Ai curled up her fluffy tail and hopped onto Xi’s shoulder. "You’re not still bothered by an impostor, are you?"

Xi was slightly startled, her pupils finally sparkling:

"Are you saying... that the City Lord of the past six years hasn’t been Xiao Shuai?"

"Yes, yes, I will guide you in real-time on what to do," Xiao Ai said seriously. "You Nine Thrones... should have something different from ordinary people, right?"

Xi touched the back of her neck and made a confirming "hmm" sound.

"Alright, then follow me..." Xiao Ai’s fluffy pink form quickly disappeared into the darkness.

...

At 8:50 PM, Inner City Control Tower, the seventeenth floor.

"Drip."

A blond young man in a work uniform lowered the brim of his hat, swiped his card to enter, and brushed past the uniformed personnel changing shifts.

A metal card slipped out from his sleeve and accurately stuck onto the card reader. With a "drip," the green light lit up, and he smoothly entered a room as white as ice, resembling a science fiction movie, with an extremely futuristic decor.

Cubical machines flowed with vast data, placed in every corner like irregularly assembled building blocks. The jumping of zeroes and ones was like a cold torrential downpour, reigning over the city-state with mechanical commands.

—The control console.

Leveraging a vacancy loophole in the Inner City arranged by Bi, Noah had successfully infiltrated. If he could locate the Dawn System, the plan would proceed exceptionally smoothly.

His fingers glided across the screen, quickly browsing through file after file, trying to find the needed information. The interplay of white and blue light reflected on his face, glittering with the sheen of data in his pupils.

He raised his hand, a standard issue wristwatch aimed at the slot on the edge of the control console, "click." A pristine white transmission progress bar appeared on the screen before him.

1%, 2%, 3%...

The wait was extremely tense; he nervously wiped the sweat from his face, looked up, and through the control room’s window, gazed outside. The heavy rain hammered against the glass, making a crackling sound like firecrackers.

Located at a high elevation, one could easily overlook the entirety of the city-state—what was once a peaceful city-state was now everywhere lit with dazzling fires, as if stars of orange and red flames had ignited on an endless dark prairie.

The underground city’s final battle, humanity’s last stand against the Deity—the "Hephaestus" plan had thoroughly commenced.

This very well could be Caius Tower’s last simulation. Three Dimensions had already launched an all-out attack on the Ruined World, even the City of Measurement was shrouded in Eternal Night. If this battle were lost, humans might never have another chance at simulation, the firewall would be completely breached, and Three Dimensions would collapse in synchrony.

Of course, if they won...

"..."

The progress bar on the screen moved to 65%, and Noah suddenly turned around, alert.

A middle-aged man holding a birdcage and draped in a metallic quality coat stood outside the door, sealing Noah’s exit.

Noah recognized this man—the new Great Commander of Doomsday City, Xiao Lin, one of the Deity’s lackeys.

So, his intrusion had been discovered... but no matter, as long as he could hold out, he could provide an opportunity for the outside.

Xiao Lin didn’t attack Noah right away but just played with the bird in his hand:

"You see, no matter how hard it tries, it can’t break through the iron cage—so why does it struggle?"

Xiao Lin’s hand reached into the cage, grasping the bird’s wings. The bird frantically flapped, almost tearing its wings apart.

He wiped his fingers, now covered in feathers, and said with regret, "Even when we want to help it gain freedom... when you try to let the bird go, your own hand becomes the cage."

Noah retorted irritably, "What are you, some pretentious asshole, get lost!"

He hated these sorts who spoke in riddles, thinking they were so high and mighty when they couldn’t even speak clearly.

Of course, except his grandfather. When his grandfather used metaphors, they were profound and gave him endless food for thought.

His hand rested on the short blade at his waist; a fierce battle was now inevitable.

"Boom!"

A transparent shield fell, and waves of heat and dust rolled in.

The building seemed to shake violently, and blood-red warning lights flickered all around.

...

At 9:02 PM, in Doomsday City, Central Authority Building, on the thirty-third floor.

Su Ming’an’s plan was simple.

The first step, infiltrate the inner parts of Central City—he had already accomplished this.

The second step, command his cloning in the outer world to commit suicide, and summon a new cloning right before his eyes, allowing the cloning with the same appearance to lay in his bed in his stead.

The third step, Su Ming’an would erect a Spatial Concealment Barrier and slip out of the room, accomplishing a perfect escape.

The cloning’s own will was not within the scope of his consideration.

The air filled with a faint scent of pine rushed into his lungs and was quickly layered with a tang of blood from the outside world. Shielded by the Spatial Concealment Barrier, no one could detect his figure.

This Central Building was laid out with a hollowed center and circular corridors around it, allowing one to see from the highest to the lowest floor at a glance. Huge surveillance machines were in every corner; space was divided into small, enclosed areas by glass walls, like the cells of a beehive.

People in uniform shuttled between these cells, their expressions static and silent, like pale, wilting flowers. Under the oppressive rule of the city-state, smiles were rare on people’s faces.

Now was the time for prisoner transfer. Many prisoners were escorted across the glass corridors, and the transparent glass of each room made the conditions on several floors clearly visible to Su Ming’an. He moved closer to the central area, leaning against the glass railing, observing the terrain before him.

"—Please, I beg you, let me go, I don’t yearn for freedom, I just want to live..."

Among the lines, a prisoner’s scream pierced through several floors like thunder, and everyone could hear the emotions in his wail—a strong sense of despair and sorrow.

His face bore a look of intense emptiness and silence. Such expressions were found on everyone’s face.

"Shut him up," a junior officer commanded, and a soldier immediately punched the prisoner in the stomach. The prisoner vomited blood and was quickly dragged away, leaving behind a long trail of blood on the floor.

Soon, cleaning robots began to spray disinfectant, and the floor gleamed anew, as if nothing had happened.

Groups of prisoners, one after another, were escorted to lower floors. Some begged for mercy, some screamed, some cried out loud, some, unnoticed by the guards, slammed their heads against the glass. Glass shards scattered like fallen stars, plunging into the bottomless lower floors, extinguished like lights in the abyss.

The prisoners were unaware of the turmoil outside; the sound of heavy rain was so loud that it drowned out any gunfire that could have penetrated from the outside. And so they died in the Eternal Night before the Dawn.

A line of text materialized in front of Su Ming’an, "Mu Team" was giving him real-time directions.

Su Ming’an didn’t know who "Mu Team" was; he had asked, but received no reply. "Mu Team’s" responses were cold and swift, like a programmed timer.

...

[Mu Team (21:03): Shift right 30 degrees, walk 20 meters, then turn right.]

...

Just as Su Ming’an turned around, he heard a familiar voice:

"—If I submit to you and provide information about Lord Lewis, will you grant me my freedom?"

Su Ming’an spun around abruptly.

Below, in the area of the thirty-second floor, an old man with disheveled hair and covered in wounds spoke shakily to his escorts. The vivid red in his eyes, like flames, had already faded, and heavy shackles hung from his wrists, as if he were just a decrepit old man awaiting the end.

"Of course," a red-haired officer replied with a smile: "This is your chance to earn your freedom, Sen. We had planned to execute you secretly tonight, not wanting to wait for your rescue tomorrow. Unexpectedly, you’ve had a change of heart and finally decided to side with us... I promise you, as long as you cease your resistance, we can let you go. After all, we once had a bond as brethren."

"Rong Yuan..." Sen called out the red-haired officer’s name, then turned his head away, "Forget it."

His pale, cracked lips parted, then closed tightly again. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn’t utter a single word. That one "Forget it" was filled with a fine, hoarse despair that made Su Ming’an’s gaze tremble slightly.

Uttering the words of surrender, it seemed, had drained all of Sen’s energy, wearing away his pride.

——As the leader of the Beacon, Sen Kylstia traded the betrayal of his comrades for his life and freedom.

It had been clear in the Underground City, so many had chosen to fight this very night just to save Sen before his execution the next day.

However, the human desire for survival becomes particularly intense in the face of death. Sen had grown old, even walking was a struggle for him, and the slightest harsh punishment could make him wish for death, so it had not been easy for him to hold out until now before surrendering.

In these forty years, Su Ming’an had seen too much persistence and immortality, as well as too much submission and change; the fickleness of humanity was fully exhibited by history.

Now, it was just a matter of adding one more instance to the number of those who surrendered.

But this instance was particularly disheartening.

"Plop."

Su Ming’an took a step back, feeling the touch of metal at his leg.

What was next to his leg were many metal placards, with many grease pencil words written on them. These placards were the products of some city-state research, and on them were the future hopes written by the city-state residents——

[I really hope for world peace!],[I hope my son is safe and happy and wins the leader’s recognition.],[I want my mother to have meat every day, instead of always eating flatbread, even salted vegetables would be nice.],[If I live long enough to see tulips, that would be great, as I’ve heard they are spring flowers.],[My dream is to be the assistant to the City Lord, to share the city-state’s worries, I want to see everyone smiling under the sun...].

Looking at these words, Su Ming’an’s gaze flickered.

In the Ninth World, he was always easily shaken by little things, and just as easily touched by them.

...

[Mu Team (21:04): Be careful of concealment, the Deity should have left the building.]

...

Su Ming’an took steps towards the direction indicated by Mu Team.

The torrential rain was particularly grim; lightning split the air in two.

Blood-red warning lights spilled over his shoulders, as if the final glimmer of twilight in the darkness.

...

"Ding dong!"

[You have accepted a new main quest·"Revival of All Things"]

[Quest Hint: Walk the path of "their" destiny.

Current survival count: 8 people (Noah, Xi, Lin Guang, Beili Sier, Bi, Sen, Xiao Mei, Yao Wen)

Quest Reward: Determined by the survival count. Obtain the "thing" you desire.]

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