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Chapter 753: Chapter 750: "You are a good person.

There was a long silence on the other side.

[Mu Team (21:37): ...]

[Mu Team (21:38): Alright. You’ve experienced the "Emotional Resonance Device" before, right? The deity used it on you once.]

[Su Ming’an (21:38): I know.]

[Mu Team (21:38): Go and use it actively. Inside, it should contain all of Acto’s memories, and if you can avoid falling apart during the emotional resonance, you should be able to gain abilities that will increase your chances of winning.]

...

Looking at this suggestion, Su Ming’an’s fingers paused again for three seconds.

He recalled the feeling an hour earlier when he was forcibly made to experience emotional empathy—the influx of numerous voices into his brain, his senses and thought processes seemingly hijacked by someone else, as if at that moment he became Acto himself.

This form of empathy was like being shattered and washed over with a surge of others’ emotions and memory fragments, becoming someone else entirely.

...

[Su Ming’an (21:38): If I did that, wouldn’t it just be playing right into the deity’s hands? It has always wanted to increase my resonance and then completely invade me.]

[Mu Team (21:38): Which is why it’s dangerous, and I don’t recommend you do it.]

[Su Ming’an (21:38): Mu Team, who are you really?]

[Mu Team (21:38): ...]

[Su Ming’an (21:38): Actually, you don’t have to say anything; I’ve pretty much guessed it already.]

[Mu Team (21:38): I don’t know you.]

[Su Ming’an (21:39): You started off with ’long time no see’.]

[Mu Team (21:39): That was sent by mistake, it was a quick message.]

[Su Ming’an (21:39): Stop pretending, I actually miss you too.]

...

As Su Ming’an typed this out, a glint of coldness flashed across his eyes.

——In truth, he hadn’t guessed at all who Mu Team was, this affectation of intimacy now was nothing but an act to keep the other party off-guard.

Without substantial evidence, he wouldn’t make rash conjectures. To deduce ’who Mu Team is’ based on mere fragments of information was nothing but sheer arrogance.

Mu Team had enticed him to willingly undergo emotional resonance—such an action was right up the deity’s alley. If Mu Team wasn’t well-meaning, this was a trap to lead Su Ming’an right into the net.

...

[Mu Team (21:39): So, are you going to do it?]

Su Ming’an’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers moved swiftly.

...

[Su Ming’an (21:39): No.]

...

Su Ming’an’s decisive refusal seemed to have taken Mu Team aback; there was a long silence before they began typing again.

...

[Mu Team (21:39): ...]

[Mu Team (21:39): That’s good, then find a safe place to recover your mana points.]

...

Su Ming’an’s current maximum mana points were 4760, with a recovery rate of 60 points per minute; with the Mana Recovery Potion’s cooldown time, it would take about an hour to fully replenish his mana points.

He was refusing Captain Mu’s offer now just to see how the captain would react, to see if Captain Mu would anxiously guide him towards Emotional Resonance.

In any case, Su Ming’an would definitely give it a try. Up to this point, he had only obtained three fragmented memories of Acto, and if he could acquire Acto’s complete memories, he would not pass up the chance.

After all, the first year to the thirty-second year of the Catastrophe was almost a blank. If he overlooked this information, Perfect Pass would surely make him suffer.

As for the aftereffect of "losing oneself," he could have Noel interrupt the Resonance. If all else failed, there was also Su Rin’s Soul Authority. More importantly, Su Ming’an had confidence in his own willpower.

Noah persisted for a full fifteen minutes in the Resonance... Su Ming’an believed he would not fall short of this time.

...

[Su Ming’an (21:40): Where is the nearest Resonance device?]

[Captain Mu (21:40): I’ll guide you, there is a relatively safe location.]

...

"——Chief! Chief!"

In the rain, three battle-scarred mercenaries suddenly rushed towards Su Ming’an.

They had expressions of joy as if they had completed some grand task. Su Ming’an did not recognize them.

"——Chief! Just today, during the day, our ’Eagle’s Corner’ mercenary team accidentally discovered Lin Guang’s residence. There were hundreds of your photos and portraits inside..." a young man excitedly reported to Su Ming’an:

"That despicable executioner was still cursing you, but we fought to the death to blow up his residence!"

These people had come to claim credit.

"You’ve worked hard," Su Ming’an said.

It had been a long time since he heard news about Lin Guang; he didn’t expect the man was still alive.

Although he suspected that Lin Guang’s collection of photos and portraits was not meant for cursing him, in the eyes of the public, that was the case. The evil will always be evil; they should not be whitewashed or forgiven, as everything they do is tainted with evil.

What evil you do, so shall you reap. It was only logical to be conjectured with the utmost malice. Su Ming’an felt no sympathy for Lin Guang.

"He also imprisoned and brainwashed many children, and we have rescued those kids as well," a female mercenary added with the same happy expression, "Although Lin Guang killed the majority of our ’Eagle’s Corner’ team, he couldn’t stop us. His strength must have greatly diminished—if he dares to plot any schemes, you must kill him with your own hands!"

The third mercenary said, "You drove him out of the City of Gods years ago, he must hate you to death, you must be careful."

Su Ming’an’s eyes shifted slightly.

"This is something we confiscated when we raided Lin Guang’s house. He cherished it in his storage cabinet; it must be very precious, so we specifically brought it to present to you," said the mercenary, extending his hands to offer the item to Su Ming’an.

In the midst of the overwhelming rain, that object was actually emitting a faint jade-green light—it was a flute.

The body of the flute was like solidified jade, its color exuding a high level of elegance, adorned with tassels of clear yellow fringes. When Su Ming’an took the flute, he saw a line of crooked and slanted characters on it.

"This flute is inscribed with a line of distorted text that we can’t understand. It might be some kind of Curse pattern, or even related to Ta Wei’s conspiracy. You must be careful," the female mercenary hastily warned upon seeing this.

Su Ming’an stared at the characters on the flute. All the others looked on with concerned faces.

He wiped the rainwater from the flute and quickly understood the meaning of the text.

...There were no Curse patterns.

...There were no conspiracies of Ta Wei.

It was simply a line of poorly written Dragon Country characters—[To be given to Lewis in the future]nothing more.

However, in the eyes of others, anything collected by an evil person must always hide some malevolent plot. Even blessings were seen as curses, labeled with the most evil speculations imaginable.

This "To be given to Lewis in the future" flute, in the end, still landed in his hands, though not as a gift, but rather in the form of loot presented after a raid.

Su Ming’an hung the flute at his waist.

"I understand," he said, "After the war is over, matters of reward and punishment will be discussed then."

"Yes, yes..." Hearing the word "reward," their faces lit up with joy. Su Ming’an turned and walked into the dense downpour.

...

Dark clouds pressed heavily overhead, and the rain poured down incessantly.

Across the plains, a white-haired youth had been walking for a long time.

He was wrapped in a milk tea-colored scarf, his dark brown cloak melding with the darkness in the rain, an umbrella shielding him from the oncoming gale.

In order to experience "the agony brought by the cold," his skin had turned pale blue, with frostbitten cracks on his fingers.

Clutching a stack of sheet music given to him by frozen dead soldiers, he arrived near the area of Doomsday City, at a small, peaceful town.

Since political changes only happened within Doomsday City itself, other areas remained peaceful. The people in these regions were not even aware of the "False City Lord" incident, let alone the unrest that had unfolded in Doomsday City.

"...Hey, is there a war in Doomsday City? Look at that thick black smoke," whispered the proprietress of a grocery store to her customer.

"Our town is so close to Doomsday City, I hope the trouble doesn’t spill over to us," said an old man leaning on a cane nearby.

"We’ve only had peace for a few years... I’ve heard the City Lord has ruled with an iron fist these past six years; maybe the discontent has sparked a rebellion?" The proprietress pursed her lips.

"Sigh, the current City Lord is good, too. With him around, we can clothe ourselves and not go hungry. Why start a conflict?" The old man tapped his cane, sighing. "Who cares who the ruler is, as long as the common folk can live. There will always be those who wage war, indifferent to the life and death of the people..."

Lin Guang silently watched the swirling black smoke in the distance. Just as he was about to step forward, he kicked something soft.

"Woof, woof!"

What he had kicked was an injured little dog with messy fur and skin stretched over its bones from hunger. Lin Guang squatted down, staring at the little dog for a while.

The little dog bore a fierce expression, warily on guard against strangers.

However, Lin Guang did not hit it; he even fished out some jerky from his bosom and tossed it to the little dog expressionlessly.

The little dog tentatively stuck out its head. Lin Guang watched it coldly as it finished the jerky. As it was about to jump around Lin Guang in thanks, he harshly kicked the dog away.

His kick was ruthless, sending the little dog flying into a dirt wall in the distance.

"Whimper... whimper..." It let out pitiful whines.

"Grateful in prosperity, hostile in adversity—even dogs are like this, how could humans not be opportunistic?" Lin Guang took out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped his boots that had gotten dog fur on them, murmuring to himself:

"Jerky can be eaten up, and once there is no more jerky, what they want is your flesh."

"No human will help you selflessly like I did; they won’t even spare their own jerky, only seeing you as a piece of backup meat, ready to slaughter you when the time comes."

"So... never take humans lightly, understand? Lewis."

No one responded to him.

The little dog lay whimpering on the ground, while the neighboring chattering old ladies and gentlemen, thinking they had encountered a lunatic, immediately shut their doors. The sound of several rolling shutters hitting the ground echoed, and the street became extremely quiet. Only Lin Guang remained standing alone under his umbrella amidst the downpour.

His gaze was stiff, like a walking corpse.

"Selling paper flowers... lilies, roses, tulips, baby’s breath..."

At the end of the street, a blind old woman made her way through the heavy rain. Her skin clung to her bones like dried parchment, and she wore a bamboo basket filled with paper in front of her.

In the apocalyptic world, there were always such elderly people struggling to survive.

She shielded the paper flowers on her chest, but the rain threatened to tear apart all her handicrafts, her fragile perseverance insignificant in the face of natural disasters.

"Selling paper flowers... lilies, roses..."

Lin Guang didn’t move, and the old woman accidentally bumped into him.

Her silver hair hung limply in the downpour, like withered velvet flowers.

"...Seems I’ve bumped into a young man?" The blind old woman didn’t realize she had bumped into a demon from the Dawn War era; she looked up and smiled, "Young man, would you like to buy a paper flower? Lilies, roses, tulips... I can fold them all."

In the ruined world, there were almost no flowers. So even handcrafted paper flowers had monetary value because people yearned for them so much.

Lin Guang paused for a moment.

His fingers traced the lily pattern engraved on the gun at his waist.

In these forty years, he had actually learned many things.

For example, social interaction.

For example, how to smile naturally.

For example, several new flute melodies.

For example, that things one desires should be exchanged with money, not taken by force.

"Lilies," Lin Guang said.

"Alright, alright..." The old grandmother pulled out a piece of paper, extending her head forward as much as she could, using all her strength to shield it from the rain, and with her fingers marred by chilblains, she folded quickly until a paper lily materialized in her hand.

"Here." The grandmother handed it to him, her hands trembling from the cold.

"What should I exchange for it?" Lin Guang asked.

"Never mind, the paper’s gotten wet from the rain; I’ll give it to you, it’s just a trinket without much cost..." The old grandmother smiled.

"I’ll exchange an umbrella for it," Lin Guang said.

He could not steal from others.

His friends disliked that sort of behavior.

"No, no, it’s not worth an umbrella, especially with the rain so heavy," the old grandmother exclaimed, hastily refusing.

"Take it, I want your flower to remain undrenched by any rain," Lin Guang handed the umbrella to her.

"Young man..." The grandmother still wanted to refuse.

"Take it! Or I’ll kill you!" Lin Guang’s eyes harbored a fierce air, his pupils filled with a sinister chill, as he coldly gripped the old woman’s hand and forcibly stuffed the umbrella into it. What was meant to be a gesture of giving took on the appearance of a robbery due to his manner.

He truly had learned many things.

For example, to cherish certain things that rarely existed in the ruined world, such as flowers.

"But, young man, what about you..." Clutching the umbrella, the grandmother couldn’t see his location and felt somewhat at a loss.

"I have another umbrella," Lin Guang didn’t want her to cling to him.

Another example, he had to learn to tell kind lies.

He turned and walked towards the blurred downpour, his clothes immediately drenched by the torrential rain, like a black crow in the rain. The old grandmother, gripping the sturdy handle of the umbrella, paused for a moment, then suddenly called out loudly:

"—Young man, you have a kind heart, you’re a good person!"

"Good people are rewarded with good fortune; you will surely find happiness! May your fortune be as boundless as the Eastern Sea and your life as long as the mountains!"

"..."

Lin Guang’s gaze quivered.

A good person?

Happiness?

These positive words had never related to him.

From the moment he had memory, he only ever faced the cold stares and hatred of humanity. If he were to feel warmth, it might even scald him.

He did not look back, stepping onto the land on the outskirts of the city-state.

The bell tower of Doomsday City rang on and on.

Ravens flew past, the streets dead silent.

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