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Chapter 766 - 764: "I Really Like...

Chapter 766: Chapter 764: "I Really Like...

Atop the high platform, the young girl nervously watched the heavy rain outside the window.

The rain streaked across the glass like necklace beads snapped from their string, leaving long transparent trails. She then looked at the screen before her, trembling with nervousness.

[Would you like to start the broadcast, yes/no?]

In front of her was the all-too-familiar radio button; by pressing it, hundreds of millions would hear her voice.

...but could she really confront that omnipotent deity directly?

She had lived only for survival, bound by a false father’s love, forced to confine herself in a cage called "The Fringe," shivering with a dark loaf of bread in the cold night. This was all her life had amounted to.

But Su Ming’an gave her strength, pulled her out of the mire, and spared her from such a terribly desolate life.

She still remembered that night that changed her destiny; he saved her as she lay in a pool of blood, the steaming orange drink in his hand by the vending machine, warmer to her eyes than the sun itself.

—If I had never seen the sun,

I could have endured the darkness.

But having seen the sun... how could I willingly go back to the darkness?

"Click."

The white cat on her shoulder moved, its paw stretching out to press the live broadcast button for her.

In an instant, countless monitoring screens lit up around her, resembling a collection of bright white square lamps, covering every corner of the world. The sound equipment surrounding her buzzed, making every breath she took crystal clear.

In a moment, a nervous flame engulfed her entire being. Her lips moved violently, and her throat trembled with soft noises, closest screen—she saw Su Ming’an lifting his head towards the camera.

It was as if they met through the screen.

Despite the vast distance still between them.

"I..."

Her voice transmitted.

The girl’s clear voice passed through electronic devices into thousands of homes. People who were originally staring at the sky shifted their gaze in surprise—strange, why was there a girl’s voice?

The falling rain seemed to slow down, and the surrounding low pressure eased. The strength of people’s faith no longer surged out devoutly.

Everyone was waiting for more from that female voice.

They thought it was the voice of a powerful female leader or someone high-ranking. No one knew she was just an ordinary girl from The Fringe, whose dream was to be a talk show radio host for an audience of hundreds.

Bi swallowed her saliva, clearly hearing the echo of her own voice coming from all directions—including this peaceful Border City where her voice now echoed.

How pleasing.

Pleasing enough... as if she was dreaming.

Would the nightingale think it might be dreaming when piercing its chest into a rose?

"—What’s that sound!" someone walked to the window.

"It sounds like the voice of our city’s radio host, isn’t her name Bi?"

"Why would her voice suddenly join the world’s broadcast?"

"Bi..." a child awakened and yelled with joy, "Bi’s dream came true! She’s doing a talk show radio broadcast!"

People started gathering towards the direction of the city’s Signal Tower, below which the towering structure resembled the Pearl of the Orient, with crowds constantly accumulating. Both old and young looked puzzledly towards the Signal Tower where Bi was located.

Bi no longer dared to hesitate. She knew there was no turning back after drawing the bow. The moment she voiced out, there was no returning.

"Everyone, please—trust Su Ming’an!"

Her slightly hoarse voice transmitted, resonating across the world like overlapping thunderclaps.

"He has been with you for forty years as the Lord of Acto City, the current city lord is a fake!" She watched as more and more people gathered below, her voice shaking drastically, her cheeks flushing red.

...There, she had said it.

She had done it.

In an instant, the crowd exploded; their first reaction was to deny this claim, hurling insults at Bi. But once doubt was planted, it began to take root and grow.

Bi steadied the microphone before her, racking her brain to continue convincing the people; a conclusion alone was not enough, more evidence was needed.

"That...."

"Actually... if you think about it, the current city lord has many oddities, he’s been too brutal these past six years, and, and..."

Her mind was blank, footsteps could already be heard from below, some trying to rush up.

"Come down! Come down!"

"Bi! Stop talking nonsense, get down from there! Get out of the Signal Tower!"

Loud knocking sounds echoed below. Bi had already locked the downstairs passageway in advance; some began to forcefully break the door. A burly man’s voice, loud and clear, he was the manager of this Signal Tower, never imagined that this usually submissive girl would suddenly start spouting nonsense.

His position was granted by the current city lord! How could he allow anyone to slander the city lord!

"I... I’m not talking nonsense! Think about it, why would the current city lord suddenly become so cruel! Why has he been bowing so low to Ta Wei these years! He’s not the real one!"

At that moment, Bi was so nervous that tears streamed down her face, she was inherently introverted, let alone now when almost everyone was shouting at her.

A person who had never publicly spoken before, even too scared to speak loudly, suddenly thrust into opposition with the entire world, and the consequence of failure was being dragged out and beaten to death.

Her whole body shook, her limbs icy cold, experiencing a hypoglycemic reaction due to stress.

But she suddenly remembered the words the female Player had once said to her.

...

[He never helped me in a tangible way, yet he always discreetly encouraged and supported me to continue on. No matter where he is—as long as I look up, I can see him. I guess that’s what the Lighthouse is. At least, I was illuminated.]

"I think if I could see him, I would definitely have to tell him these things... I want to give him a gift, I want him to know that someone actually loves him very much."

...

I must tell him.

I must tell him that there’s always someone supporting him, I must tell him... that someone loves him very much.

"Although there are many annoying things in this world, I will never forget him..." Her eyes shimmered with tears, but she persisted in saying:

"I saw with my own eyes how he devoted himself to the welfare of all the people, working tirelessly... I saw him love every citizen who followed him. He loves this world, how could he possibly side with Ta Wei, that pair of eyes in the sky... it’s nothing but Ta Wei’s deception! One must not look at it!"

"He is a good man, he saved me, took me to the movies, gave me a handgun for self-defense, he was even gentle to an ordinary person like me, he would never be so cruel to his comrades!"

"And, I really like, really like..."

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

Squeaking noises came from beside her ear, as if the deity had timely activated some mechanism, her voice could no longer be heard.

Under the guidance of a white cat’s chubby paw, she passed the speaking rights to Su Ming’an.

The camera returned to Su Ming’an’s side, where all that could be heard was the continuous sound of a downpour, the citizens’ abuses having momentarily ceased.

"Su Ming’an, as a human traitor, you actually use such despicable methods, bewitching a young girl to speak for you?" the voice of the deity came: "Ridiculous, what value is there in her words?"

"Really? Is it bewitching?" Su Ming’an smiled.

Lightning danced between the clouds like a bright silver python, and the rain enveloped the Players in a mist, their eyes clearly filled with defiance and anger towards the deity.

"So then—sitting high above on the stage, ’Acto,’ I ask you—"

Suddenly, Su Ming’an’s expression changed, and he said coldly.

An invisible halo seemed to spread out from around him, carrying a strong contagious power, reaching every household.

He pointed in the direction of the deity, his gaze sharp as a sword:

"If you are the true Acto, answer me—over a hundred million people have struggled for sixteen years, countless soldiers and citizens died without regret, all to change the destiny ruled by Ta Wei and keep humanity away from the Whispering—but now you allow people to directly gaze into the Eye of Ta Wei, to listen to the Whispering, such inconsistent behaviour—tell me, what right do you have to do this?"

Su Ming’an’s gaze pierced through the rainstorm, like two cold fires blazing brightly.

With his back straight, he pointed towards the screen, questioning loudly without stepping back:

"High above, ’Acto,’ I ask you again—"

"If you are the true Acto, answer me—why, for the relatively minor offense of gathering troops in private, should Sen Kylstia, the original leader of Beacon who’s been loyally by your side, be sentenced to death by you?"

"If it’s about sacrificing family for justice, isn’t it laughable? Ignoring city-state laws, elevating charges privately, and administering the utmost punishment—is this your justice?"

"Are you saying, Yasa Acto is such a ruthless person, one who betrays after crossing the river? Or are the heroes with outstanding achievements, as soon as they don’t fit your liking, as soon as they slightly make you feel uneasy, can be privately accused and killed by you?"

"The army opposes you, comrades leave you, citizens fear you—every step you take is utterly terrifying, only using straightforward ideas to suppress everyone, turning the city-state into a place where your word is law—tell me, by what right do you wield the sharpest shield and sword? By what right do you sit in this position?"

"Besides formalism, personal vendettas, military fiefdoms, ideological control, bloody suppression and warnings, superstition, slaughter, harm, chaos, and panic—what have you given the people? What have you given humanity?"

In the cold rain, the City-State was silent as the grave.

The storm wove an enormous net, blown by the wind like mist and dust, casting a pall over people’s pale faces, enveloping everyone’s shocked hearts.

Above the building, the Deity’s gaze flickered. He had not anticipated that the now elderly Sen Kylstia would become Su Ming’an’s argument against him.

Beneath thousands of silver threads, the black-haired youth clad in a blood-red cloak revealed a sharp smile.

That smile was like a blazing fire:

’"Impostor who calls himself the Lord of Acto City, I ask you again—"

His gaze was piercing, his voice like the sharp screech of a blade scraping across a skull:

"If you are the true Lord of Acto City, why have you, over these six years, disregarded the comrades you journeyed with and committed acts of abandoning the dying and cooking the hounded? Why did former Deputy City Lord Su Xiaobi, Cheng Luohe, and Noah—why did they all choose to no longer follow you?"

"Do you really want to tell me—it’s because people’s hearts have changed, and they have all submitted to greedy desires? Or do you want to answer me—that these generals, who once marched through fire and death in war, have all betrayed you? Have they all been bewitched by Ta Wei, all suddenly conquered by the ’charm of this human traitor’?"

At this moment, even the Players were shaken by this scene. They stared blankly at the youthful figure in the pouring rain.

The Deity’s expression grew increasingly ugly.

However, the voice of freedom at this moment could not be suppressed, and it would eventually fly in all directions like a white bird.

’"Lofty ’Lord of Acto City,’ I ask you again—"’ Su Ming’an snapped coldly:

"The absurd things you’ve done in these six years—stringent ideological dominance, cruel executions just like the Agents, arresting innocent masses, banishing former comrades... which of these, in the least, lives up to the Yasa Acto who wholeheartedly sacrificed himself for humanity? What makes you think that people are foolish enough to follow an incarnation of ’[Ta Wei]’?"

"With just a semblance of a body, you think you can replace all that Acto was... yet none of your actions are worthy of Yasa Acto’s soul!"

"Answer me—Invader of Ta Wei!"

"Selfish, sinister, cruel, tyrannical, absurd—"

"You impostor who usurps the nest of others—poor imitator, brutal conspirator—"

Su Ming’an’s gaze was sharp and his voice resolute; he held his head high as if he were an undying torch in the darkness of night.

"—what makes you Yasa Acto?"

"—what right have you to be Yasa Acto?"

"—He is ’Self-Deprecating as a God’, but you are ’Self-Claiming as a God’!!"

His voice was louder than the thunder in the sky, like a knife slicing straight to the heart.

...

At this moment, the City-State was utterly still.