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Chapter 768: Chapter 766: "Xiao Bei.

"Bang!"

The glass shattered as Su Ming’an was dragged along by the Mantis, the violent noise of hitting the walls filled his ears. Since he was tightly clamped between two blade-like surfaces, he remained unharmed.

After five seconds, he found an opportunity and broke free from the Mantis’s dual blades through spatial displacement.

At that moment, the dual blades of the Mantis fell heavily to the ground as if power was suddenly cut off, losing all response.

Pushing his palm against the ground, Su Ming’an quickly rose to his feet, the fragments of glass cascading off his body and hitting the floor like droplets of water. He saw the imposing Mantis had suddenly entered a dormant state; it had shrunk down to the size of an ordinary mantis and lay motionless on the floor in front of him.

The place he was in was a hall of ice-white color, and he had no idea which floor of the building it was on. Red lights flickered in the corner, and around him, there were machine tools, lab desks, glass cabinets, and the like, with a vast amount of space.

He saw a person.

Between the scattering light, a young man with white hair and blue eyes sat with his back to him. Countless red tubes attached to the young man’s back looked like crimson pythons devouring his body, creating an extremely impactful sight.

"You’re back?"

The young man turned around, revealing a face marred with tear stains.

"...You’re back? Acto." The young man said.

"Beili Sier?" Su Ming’an said.

He saw around the young man a plethora of broken mechanical bodies, and a pile of hopelessly broken home appliances – a cracked refrigerator, a television missing a large corner, a radio smashed almost to powder... Their metallic limbs had been forcibly snapped off, leaving traces of violent destruction, and not one retained vitality.

No one would call out "Little North" with that crackling noise anymore, nor would anyone guard the valley with the beautiful stream and peach blossoms. Their bodies had been destroyed.

Thoroughly destroyed.

Even if Beili Sier brought fresh strawberries or fetched the clearest water, there would no longer be a group of appliance-folk to surround him with laughter and joy.

—It was probably the Deity who had killed all the appliance-folk, capturing Beili Sier from the valley and imprisoning him here.

Su Ming’an had seen that some of the crimson tubes on Beili Sier’s body were connected to the Mantis—this was most likely an energy line.

Designed to extract energy from one party to compensate the other.

The Mantis falling into dormancy might be because Beili Sier’s consciousness had briefly awakened, refusing to keep supplying energy to the Mantis.

Su Ming’an fixed his gaze on Beili Sier before him.

"...I’m sorry." Su Ming’an said.

...I failed to protect your appliance-folk companions, failed to fulfill the promise I made to protect you, I’m sorry.

...To have let you end up in such a state, to have made you the energy source for the Ta Wei monsters, I’m sorry.

He had actually sent people to protect the valley as soon as possible, but the intermittent periods of Caius Tower were so abrupt that upon his return he found himself amidst turmoil within the city-state; the people he sent had no time to find Beili Sier, let alone protect him.

This white-haired young man, who always loathed conflict and dreamt of living a secluded life with his appliance-folk companions as if in a fairy tale...

"Why do you, apologize to me?" Beili Sier tilted his head, his expression somewhat puzzled, as if his mind was no longer clear.

"I’m sorry." Su Ming’an repeated.

"It’s okay, everyone... look." Beili Sier was still in that half-asleep, half-awake state as he smiled foolishly at Su Ming’an, his palm patting the broken appliances by his side as if trying to wake them up: "Everyone, look! My Acto has come back, the one we’ve been waiting for is back!!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" His palms turned red from the hitting.

No one answered him.

The whimsical radio-folk could no longer emit sound; the sensible television-folk couldn’t light up their screens anymore. When the consciousness of humans lost their metallic bodies to reside in, what welcomed them was only the conclusion of dispersion.

Their consciousness was long gone.

"Acto! Welcome to my valley, this is the paradise I prepared for you! I really waited for you for so long, do you know?" Beili Sier stood up and announced aloud to Su Ming’an:

"Do you still remember? There was someone named Beili Sier, waiting in the valley, waiting for you to come back! Waiting, waiting until death..."

He made his way toward Su Ming’an, the heavy hoses dragging behind him, his steps so heavy... as if he were carrying the souls of countless people.

"I know." Su Ming’an looked down: "I know."

...

["Beili Sier, even if I am not here, you must live on." Your gaze trembled.]

["No, I will wait for you," Beili Sier said softly, "If one day you disappear, I will find a safe place and wait for you forever... until you appear before me."]

[By chance, you reached a valley bursting with the beauty of spring. The white-haired youth stood among the flowers, smiling at you with an innocence that was sadly cruel:]

["Ya Sa, what do you think of this valley?"]

["If one day you disappear."]

["I will wait for you in this valley, forever and ever..."]

["You must remember this, remember that there is someone here named Beili Sier waiting for you to come back..."]

...

The white-haired youth took steps toward him.

Despite the closeness of the distance, the boy’s journey felt as if he were crossing mountains and hills.

"Look! This is the peach tree I planted for you."

The youth pointed at a tough glass cabinet, then, panting, took a few more steps forward and laboriously raised his hand to point at the bubbling culture flask beside him, his actions as struggling as an elderly person:

"Look, beyond this hill is a vast forest of ginkgo trees."

"Walk a bit further, and there is a long, long creek. Do you still remember the entrance to that valley? There was a bad man named Adonis who hung me up, and he sat leisurely reading a book on the side, it was so infuriating..."

In his ears, the sound of cold liquid dripping, accompanied by the bubbling of the culture flasks, filled this chilly hall, where Su Ming’an could not see anything related to "life", let alone "a paradise".

...How could the Nine Thrones not go mad?

After enduring so much suffering, such long years of vigil, how could they not go mad?

"I understand now." Su Ming’an paused for a moment: "I’ve come back."

"He’s back, little Bei is back..." Beili Sier murmured to himself.

He then "plopped" down, extending his hands, embracing the broken bodies of the domestic appliances. This icy white hall was like a huge cage, endless hoses crushing his slender back, keeping him locked in there tightly.

The youth had searched tirelessly day and night in the Two Dimensions, and just the thought of that person possibly returning one day was enough to unsettle him.

He would never grow impatient, never tire, never rest, much like a machine scouring the deep sea for metal, heavy and cumbersome, exhausting a lifetime on a single purpose.

Traversing mountains, spanning fields, walking through day and night, reaching the world’s edge and the endless sky. He believed as long as he kept going, he would definitely find that person. He believed that if he never gave up, a perfect ending would come, the only thing he could do, the only emotion he could hold on to.

Even if their bodies were separated by an entire dimension.

Even when he knew that no matter how much further he went, drying up his tears, he would not find that person again.

"It’s okay, I knew you would come, so I’ve been waiting."

He reached out, grabbing Su Ming’an’s blood-colored cloak, his eyes holding a fervent plea:

"Ya Sa, I will submit to my own destiny, I will not vent anger on you. Just don’t go away again, don’t go away..."

Su Ming’an crouched down, touched Beili Sier’s head, fluffy, as though he was caressing a cat.

"I’m back," Su Ming’an said, "Acto is back."

"Really?"

"Yes," Su Ming’an said.

"Then can you save me?" Beili Sier said.

"How should I do it?" Su Ming’an looked up, glanced around the scene—this government mansion primarily utilized three elevators as its main means of transportation, arranged in a triangular shape in the corners of the lobby. The peripheral staircases were also accessible, but most of the floors had been destroyed in explosions. If a deity wanted to come over, aside from flying in from outside, they would have to take the elevator.

It should still be safe now.

"I am trapped by the Dawn System, can you... untangle these tubes and set me free?" Beili Sier gazed intently into Su Ming’an’s eyes.

And Su Ming’an was looking back at him.

Beili Sier’s eyes had fogged over like a gradually gathering tide, allowing one to glimpse the fragility beneath the surface. The youth was like a fragile porcelain doll.

"Okay," Su Ming’an nodded.

He saw Beili Sier’s tubes stretching behind him, dragging on the ground, connected to a blood-red heart—that was the Dawn System.

The Dawn System—Beili Sier—Mantis.

Energy originally transferred in such a process.

Su Ming’an stepped forward, placing his palm on the tubes behind Beili Sier. All Su Ming’an had to do was pull, and he would liberate Beili Sier from his confines.

He turned back, looking towards Beili Sier.

However, at this moment, the youth with white hair shifted his gaze away, not looking at him.

"...Beili Sier, I’m going to pull," Su Ming’an said.

"Mm," Beili Sier responded, still not looking at him.

"Don’t you have anything you want to say?" Su Ming’an asked.

Beili Sier tilted his head slightly upwards.

His pupils contracted and then dilated, like a fish out of water, seemingly undergoing a severe internal struggle. But after a moment, he closed his eyes and shook his head: "No."

"You don’t want to stop me?" Su Ming’an asked.

"..." Beili Sier’s body trembled for an instant, but quickly, he shook his head again: "I don’t want to, hurry and pull."

Su Ming’an applied force with his palm.

"Bang!"

A soft sound, as if pulling out several dry stalks of grass, Su Ming’an’s hands dragged the crimson tubes, detaching them from Beili Sier’s body.

"Clatter—!!"

The very next instant, as if activated, they suddenly started thrashing wildly, turning to pounce towards Su Ming’an, like lively pythons coming to life, biting towards Su Ming’an’s body.

This was a trap, a trap meant for him.

Yet, there was no hint of surprise in Su Ming’an’s eyes, as if he had anticipated this very scene.

The tubes connected to his body, and intense emotional resonance was transmitted—the same as the trap set against Noah. An attempt to use this empathy to rapidly destroy a person.

But since Su Ming’an was already on guard and wouldn’t approach the crimson tubes lightly, the deity had set a lure for this trap, which was Beili Sier’s ploy of self-harm—if Su Ming’an extended a helping hand towards Beili Sier, he would not be able to escape the predicament.

"..."

Among the layers of tubes, Beili Sier took several steps back, putting a great distance between himself and Su Ming’an.

No being is born out of thin air; that mantis with a Combat Power Value of 4500 is not a true life form. It operates on energy supply, needing rest after a short period of activity, or else the deity would have already used it to dominate the world.

The true purpose of the deity was to use the opportunity to guide Su Ming’an to assist Beili Sier and then lure Su Ming’an into the trap of emotional resonance.

The deity’s schemes were linked one after the other. First, it was the "Dawn System’s emotional resonance trap," which Noah took on for Su Ming’an. Then came the "faith trap of cutting off communication signals," which Xiaomei solved. But what followed was the "trap of the Ta Wei mantis," utterly unexpected. If Su Ming’an had not just decided to help Beili Sier, there probably would have been a corresponding series of traps waiting for him.

"I’m sorry," Beili Sier’s lips trembled, "but you are not the real Acto, and I still want to keep my rationality and continue waiting. I can’t be destroyed here, so I agreed to help the deity trap you."

"Is that so?" Su Ming’an did not resist, allowing the hoses to coil around his body: "I don’t count?"

He looked at Beili Sier, repeating:

"Because I don’t count, does that mean all past kindness is nullified? So, you can set a trap for me?"

All Beili Sier could do was shake his head.

"I’m sorry."

He wanted to live.

He did not want the deity to take away his mind; he wanted to be the tombstone for Acto, to keep Acto alive forever in his memory.

Between Su Ming’an and Acto, his choice was actually very clear. In Xi’s words, he was a "love-brain" teenager—the one who only had romantic fairy tales in his mind and loyalty for only one person.

He was just a naive, selfish ghost.

He did not want to forget that person.

"[If you forget how to eat, I will feed you.]"

Surrounded by the crimson hoses, Su Ming’an suddenly spoke.

Throughout it all, Su Ming’an’s expression was calm, with neither anger nor sadness, as if his mind had no more ripples; he spoke slowly:

"[If you forget how to speak, I will teach you.]"

"[If you develop Alzheimer’s disease, we will take care of you as if you were a child.]"

"[If you forget who we are... we will get to know you all over again.]"

"Qi handed me candy, Tretiya gave me a hug, Beili Sier made medicine for me, Lin Guang played a flute song for me, Xi gave me a net, Rong Yuan vowed to protect humanity for life."

"So, I chuckled."

"I almost thought that they truly loved me."

Hearing this, Beili Sier suddenly looked up.

He stared at Su Ming’an in a daze, eyes full of confusion.

"[You said at that time that your body was permeated with the scent of medicinal herbs that could make people sleep soundly, not to make me feel disgusted.]" said Su Ming’an:

"Beili Sier, back then, you had a pleasant herbal scent on you."

"Now, there’s none at all."

After he finished saying that, he was completely enveloped by the crimson hoses, and his figure could no longer be seen.

Beili Sier stood still in a daze; tears had filled his face without him realizing it.

Suddenly, he cried like a madman, flung his arms wide open and hugged himself tightly, as if embracing another person to share his sorrow.

A bitter and bloody taste intermingled in his mouth as he cried crazily.

...

"I’m sorry, but you don’t count..."

"You still aren’t him..."

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