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Chapter 748 - 745: "Little Handsome.

Chapter 748: Chapter 745: "Little Handsome.

Iron wings unfurled from behind Su Ming’an, shimmering amidst the blue-purple halos of towering skyscrapers. The pair, akin to elk escaping the vines, felt a sense of liberating freedom as they flew.

Amidst their flight, their senses were infinitely amplified. Su Ming’an could clearly hear his own heartbeat, each beat softly tapping against his chest cavity.

"What did you say..." Su Ming’an spoke softly.

He hadn’t failed to hear Zhai XIng’s words; she had been repeating them close to his ear, as if reciting a magical spell.

He just wanted to confirm it once more.

Zhai XIng clung tighter to his neck and shoulders. Her voice wasn’t loud, somewhat muffled by the storm, yet Su Ming’an distinctly heard her.

"I said..." She spoke earnestly, as though declaring an irreplaceable promise:

"I am willing to accompany you to the High Tower, to trust you, to entrust my life to you."

"People regard you as a hero or a criminal. But in my eyes, you are simply Su, not some gaudy honor or title."

"Whether it was initially going to Zone Eleven to turn Noah or assassinating other City Lords or venturing alone into the City of Gods... you always put yourself in danger. I think, if I were strong enough, could I share your burden?"

"But among the Nine Thrones, my strength is not great, so I have always been learning how to fight. I want to become a trusted companion to you..."

Su Ming’an’s grip tightened, Zhai XIng’s body all slippery with rainwater; he almost accidentally dropped her.

Her form wavered unsteadily, yet her expression remained focused, her dark eyes locking onto Su Ming’an, allowing him no room to dodge.

"I want to say, Su," she said:

"We love you."

Her voice, clear and vibrant, went straight into his ear, very direct.

Su Ming’an’s gaze drifted away, "Mm," he voiced.

Screams of comment in the upper right corner of his view went wild:

[As expected, NPCs always love him.]

[But how much love is needed to make him completely believe? I can hardly imagine the pressure at his position. He’s been betrayed too many times.]

[I also want to confess to Number One Player, I also want to say I love him up close, but the distance is too great, sob sob sob.]

[It’s only because the love from you insane fans is so nauseating! He doesn’t believe in love anymore!]

[He never deserved love anyway! How could Number One Player get entangled in love? He needs absolute calm to perfectly pass through, he’s definitely strategizing against Zhai XIng. Number One Player can’t be loved.]

[Did you guys hear about the poisoning incident at today’s New Year’s exhibition? Another deranged fanatic popped up. Can people like Su just drop dead?]

[...]

Between the two worlds, there is always a vast distance. The strife and blazing fires of the Ruined World appear more like an exhilarating movie to those outside the screen.

Su Ming’an’s white-gloved hand rested on Zhai XIng’s spine, feeling her skin very cold. He generally wears gloves when touching others closely, as a respectful non-offense. Similarly, Zhai XIng’s hands were wrapped around his neck, maintaining appropriate distance, unlike those players who clamor to get close to him.

One hand tightly gripping the handle, he wobbled toward the Inner City Control Tower, Zhai XIng still watching him.

"Promise me one thing, will you?" Zhai XIng said.

"Go ahead."

"You must promise me first," she pleaded more earnestly.

"You go first," Su Ming’an was impervious to this kind of pre-emptive pleading tactic.

"Stop harming yourself so recklessly," she said.

Her gaze was too clear, piercing directly into his eyes, even tinged with tears. Yet a voice inside told him that he could not agree to her request.

He could see the ash-gray underneath her clear eyes. Years ago, when he had disappeared never to return, her mental state had nearly collapsed—she would grieve over his departure, ache over his injuries, and even lose sleep over them. But many onlookers would just snack while watching him bleed, as if they were watching an alien creature.

—Why was there such a difference between the two?

—What had caused Zhai Xing’s audience to become so numb?

Su Ming’an stared at the pouring rain as if he could see through it to the people of another world.

Suddenly, a flash of fire sparked below.

Then, "bang, bang, bang—" a series of explosions erupted from the ground. It seemed like a section’s Mechanical Army had self-destructed, sending shock waves and a surge of fire soaring up, almost catching Su Ming’an high in the air. He immediately yanked the handle, the steel wings "clicked" up sharply, and he increased his altitude dramatically.

As a result, this move backfired. The "temporary" in "temporary props" took effect, and with a "crack," he heard a snapping sound from the wings’ framework.

—Lu’s after-sales quality really can’t be guaranteed!

They were about to fall.

"—Little Handsome!!! Damn—"

The previously sentimental Xi suddenly revealed her true self and burst into profanity.

Feathers fluttered and scattered in the air. Their altitude dropped instantly. Su Ming’an immediately held Xi tight, and with a flash of cross light, teleported them downward. A roll later, they crashed through a building’s glass and lay in the indoor rain pool, the rainwater nearly flooding their mouths and noses.

Compared to his landing skills in the Seventh World Pulaya, Su Ming’an had improved significantly. Even from a high fall, he could barely manage to decelerate the impact using spatial displacement.

"Zzzzz—zzzzz—"

The blood-red warning lights flickered above their heads, and numerous gun barrels were aimed at them, accompanied by the crisp sound of a mechanical army. Su Ming’an coolly looked up—Libra flashed!

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!!!"

All Mechanical Army units instantly froze in place. Su Ming’an, with one hand, flung off the broken mechanical wings on his body, stood up, and with a forward slash of the Sword of Yarman—unleashed a blinding golden light like the fierce sun!

[hp-5238! (Critical hit! Combat Power Suppression!)]

[hp-5192! (Critical hit! Combat Power Suppression!)]

[hp-4890! (Critical Hit!)]

...

Although his mana points were depleted, he still maintained impressive close-range combat power.

"Ding-dong!" A system notification sounded:

[By killing more than 10000 mechanical units, you have earned the title "Mechanical Slaughterer."]

[Mechanical Slaughterer: Damage to mechanical products increased by 30%, allowing you to more clearly deconstruct the structure of mechanical products.]

[Combat Power: 3470+30!]

...

"Up there!" Xi struggled forward, limping, with rain mixed with a ring of blood around her.

Su Ming’an hoisted her up with one hand, activated the +35% movement speed skill of the "North Wind Long Boots," and with 43 points of Agility in the Bright State, burst forth as if "charging up like a mad dog"!

His heart was pounding wildly, unrelated to his mood, more like it was linked to a fixed pulse, making his brain forcibly secrete emotion-stirring substances. He could feel the complex, nearly overwhelming emotions filling him.

At that moment, he felt a "sense of déjà vu." This hippocampal effect had been with him for a long time, ever since the moment he encountered the mysterious robed figure in the ruined building and picked up the brass pocket watch—it had always been there.

"Bang!"

Leading with his sword blade, Su Ming’an charged to the top of the building, encountering several players who helped clear his path. Using bows, energy balls, bullets, and summoned beasts, these players paved the way for him.

"Su Ming’an! Charge! I’ve already cleared the mechanical army ahead of you!" a pink-haired girl wearing a rabbit doll on her head called out, her arm severed but still holding a submachine gun and firing wildly as if she felt no pain.

"I’ve been here for hours, finally waiting for Su Ming’an! I became an Adventurer Player for this moment!" exclaimed a young man versed in Tai Chi, effortlessly deflecting countless bullets with his pushing hands technique.

"I’m in the same frame as Su Ming’an! Mom, I’m on TV!!" This was a battle-hardened nurse from the Lin Yin system, brandishing a black blade fiercely.

For a moment, even the pervasive firelight and gales seemed trivial as Su Ming’an could see the excitement and exhilaration in these people’s eyes; watching him, they saw hope, their eyes sparkling.

"Su Ming’an! Turn right ahead, and it’s the control room! We don’t have access, it’s up to you!" A familiar voice came from his right. Su Ming’an looked and saw it was Rimu Sheng and his remote-controlled army squad, hanging like Tarzan from the building’s glass façade, coated in the blue blood of the mechanical army from a long battle.

Without these people, Su Ming’an’s mission wouldn’t have been so smooth.

He didn’t say much, just sprinted forward at full speed. At that moment, an entire world—with a billion lives—moved with his steps, sharing his destiny.

This was a whole Ruined World, the last resistance against [Ta Wei]—According to Noel’s information, the resources of [Ta Wei]’s world also seemed insufficient, which is why [Ta Wei] was so eager to launch this final war, wanting to plunder everything from the Ruined World. If [Ta Wei] failed in this final battle, they might also face total annihilation.

Only one side could survive.

The winner takes all, plundering massive resources from the loser. The loser’s civilization perishes, a billion lives cease to exist—this was a battle they absolutely couldn’t afford to lose.

This was the Civilization Gambling Pact, this was—a battle of civilizations. Cruelty to the extreme, bloodshed to the extreme.

"Beep, beep, beep." Xi’s nape began to flash red light, as the Nine Thrones all had access to the control room.

"The control room is right ahead!" she shouted.

A soft white vortex appeared in front of them. Su Ming’an protected her head and neck and charged straight forward—they passed through a transparent barrier, and in an instant, rushed into the control room.

Light covered them like stepping into an intangible substance of the universe, with light spreading and rippling around them in soft white waves and halos.

"Tick, tock, tick, tock."

Thousands of screens flowed with complex data, numerous holographic maps floated in the air, and crimson tubes, like the room’s skeletal framework, were installed in the corners—a scene akin to a spaceship room from a cutting-edge sci-fi movie, possessing both the coldness of machinery and the vivacity of data.

A figure stood in the center of the control room, behind him several blue-striped advanced mechanical soldiers—each with a Combat Power above 2500 points. Each deployment brought about a storm of bloodshed, only capable of being defeated by high-powered warriors like Noah or Noel.

But now, they did not join the war, instead uniformly waiting in this control room, like a trap.

"..."

Seeing Su Ming’an and Zhai Xing burst into the control room, the figure in the center slowly raised his head, revealing a despondent and gloomy face, his high-level laser defense suit reflecting a rainbow-like halo of colors, his presence heavy like a mountain.

Witnessing this scene, Su Ming’an immediately sensed something was amiss. His first reaction was to fling his hand out, sending Zhai Xing back along the way they had come!

"Xiaoshuai!"

Zhai Xing was thrown out like a sack, desperately shouting Su Ming’an’s name before leaving, her eyes filled with disappointment and sorrow.

—It was like this again!

—Again facing everything alone. When he realized something was wrong, his first reaction was not to escape himself but to throw her out of the control room first!

—Had he not listened to her just now at all?

With a "bang!" Zhai Xing landed heavily outside the control room, stirring up a large splash of water, and she immediately scrambled up, intending to rush back in using her own authority, only to hear a heavy thud.

"Boom!"

A metal door suddenly dropped in front of her, falling like a heavy guillotine. At the same time, the green light at the back of her neck turned to red—her access permission had unexpectedly been invalidated, even though it had just been working.

Now, no one could enter the control room.

This was indeed a trap, targeted at Su Ming’an.

"It must be the gods..." Zhai Xing clenched her teeth, her face full of rage. Thus far, she had completely experienced the profound wisdom of the gods—traps that interlocked perfectly, each time they thought they had escaped one, another would appear in front of them.

"What happened!" Rimu Sheng and others immediately rushed to her side.

"Why did he..." Zhai Xing’s gaze couldn’t focus, she didn’t understand why Su Ming’an had once again left her behind alone.

"Maybe he felt your love,"

Violet spoke softly, "An NPC’s love, for him, is far more intense than that of a player. That’s why he threw you out first. He doesn’t care less about you, rather he cares a lot, just doesn’t want to say it out loud. That’s just the kind of person he is."

Violet actually didn’t know what Su Ming’an was thinking, maybe he just thought Zhai Xing, as a key NPC, couldn’t die.

But Violet would speak well of Su Ming’an; it was her way of returning a favor.

"..."

Zhai Xing was silent for a moment, then quickly turned around.

She knew what she had to do now.

—She had to lead the other soldiers, hastening to conquer the city-state. Not wallow in self-pity here.

Only by doing so, could she help him.

She had initially not understood what "NPC" or "player" meant, but gradually she was beginning to comprehend the meaning behind these terms spoken by others.

She was an "NPC," the "NPC" that "Number One Player" Xiaoshuai cared about.

"Can you fight alongside me?" Zhai Xing looked at Violet.

Violet hooked up a graceful smile, her rose-red hair slightly falling as she lightly bowed in a gentleman-like manner:

"Of course, Miss, it would be an honor."