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Chapter 782: Chapter 780: ’One Cat Blocks a Thousand Riders.

Border City.

The sky had sunk like a huge chunk of lead, and the curtain of rain plummeted like arrows.

Beneath the High Tower, more and more people with umbrellas were gathering, their eyes brimming with anger.

Through the hazy rain, even their facial features became blurred, leaving only faces twisted into uniform expressions of rage, jealousy, disgust... as if humans were left only with these negative emotions to connect them.

"Quickly pull that woman down from the tower!" From the crowd, shouts continued, mostly in the shrill voices of women.

"She used to tell stories to my children every day, and she turned out to be this kind of person, how disgusting!"

"She leads a filthy life herself, what about the children! It’s not obvious at first glance, she looks neat and clean on the surface, but I never imagined she’s a menace!"

A woman in a floral padded jacket cursed and shouted as she walked to the Signal Tower in the rain, raising her arm and pointing at it.

"The City Lord of Doomsday City has spoken, telling you to shut up, can’t you hear!" The woman’s voice was hoarse as a cracked gong.

They were ordinary people unaware of what Emotional Resonance meant; the term even lacked a concept in their minds. They only followed the City Lord’s orders, and now that Doomsday City had issued a directive to stop Xiaomei’s livestream, they naturally obeyed.

This was indeed a significant feat. Once the incident subsided, the whole Border City would be commended; they might even be designated an Honorary Border City.

Xiaomei’s fingers trembled.

Looking down at the crowd, which was clustering like dumplings, she realized that the Deities wanted to use human ignorance to destroy humanity’s only hope themselves.

"Hasn’t the door been broken yet? Why is she still broadcasting? Can you please pull her down quickly?" someone was more anxious than the Deities.

"I heard there’s one last door, almost there."

"Should we help out? If we assist with this matter, will it be credited?"

The voices murmured and swirled in the rain. The crowd resembled mice scurrying in a granary, their shrill squeaks filling the rainy night.

Lights were lit along the streets, appearing like scattered Morning Stars. Border City, usually peaceful, was sleepless tonight; even the elderly were trembling as they leaned on canes and took to the streets, heading toward the Signal Tower with the crowd.

Outside the crowd, two middle-aged men in uniforms were conversing.

"Zhuo Yi, hurry up and handle this situation." The man wearing a black bow tie stared at the Signal Tower.

"Deputy City Lord, the military has already started storming up there, and the iron door of the Signal Tower is very sturdy; it won’t be breached in a short while," the subordinate named Zhuo Yi responded.

"As soon as possible," the Deputy City Lord of Border City said.

"Do you think it’s possible, that the current person in Doomsday City is an impostor, and this Xiaomei is truly the City Lord’s person?" Zhuo Yi cautiously asked.

"It’s possible, but do you dare to believe it?" the Deputy City Lord challenged. "If you believed, what should you do now? Defy the crowd’s anger and go against everyone? Or wait for defeat from Doomsday City’s side, and as the one who defied the orders, have your whole family dragged out for execution? You’re well aware of that City Lord’s cruelty, and your daughter is eighteen this year, with a promising future. Do you dare to take that risk?’

Zhuo Yi fell silent.

"The City Lord has issued the orders, and he is currently sitting in the position of City Lord, so we must obey him," the Deputy City Lord waved his hand decisively. "In the face of an apocalypse, we’re all insignificant; I don’t expect many civilizations of mankind to survive, I just want humans to live on over these years. True or fake City Lord, I can’t discern, we just follow orders."

"But..."

"No buts, follow orders."

The conversation ceased.

The two stared into the storm, and Zhuo Yi suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold. He finally understood what the term "human nature" represented. When reason clashed with desire, what contradictions and choices one faced.

The most horrifying thing was, when faced with such decisions, even though people know what the right choice is, they don’t have the courage to make that "right" choice.

...

"Drip."

Xiaomei turned off the lights in the studio to prevent being targeted remotely by her shadow. She clutched the microphone with one hand and huddled under the desk, shivering like a frightened rabbit.

She no longer had time to care about the angry people below the tower, everyone in Doomsday City who had fallen needed her voice.

"Click," she reached out, grabbing the microphone’s connecting tube, her fingers, cold and purple from the chill, gripped tightly to prevent it from snapping back. She felt her teeth chattering and immediately pressed her other hand against her lips, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.

As she held on to the microphone’s tube, she felt as if she were grasping the thorn of a nightingale.

"...that."

Every pronunciation, every word, had to be enunciated clearly.

This was the professional integrity of a radio host. Even though people who wouldn’t hesitate to flay her alive for fame and fortune were fewer than a few dozen meters away.

She would manage it.

"...Hello everyone, I will continue to broadcast live, just now we talked about the meaning of life..."

She whispered:

"We struggle every day to prove our existence. Even though some say ’you can’t survive without hope,’ I think, the few clumsy yet precious moments in life are just waiting for those hopes to be born..."

Through the window, her gaze stretched far and wide, as if it could pierce through the heavy rain to places she had never stepped foot in.

...

[--Dad, I want to read books, I want to learn mechanics.]

[--Read books? What’s there to read? Being labeled as an inferior persona, don’t even think about touching any decent job, I don’t have the money to buy you mind drugs to enter the city! Just stay put in The Fringe!]

[--It’s all your fault! Worthless, causing me to end my lineage, having you as a burden, I can’t even find a wife! Why don’t you just die?]

...

"...Although there are many things in this world that drive us to despair, they crush our will, our dreams, our souls, they bow our heads, they make us mediocrity lost in the masses."

"But the meaning of the world is to give meaning. To sacrifice everything and bear fruit, that’s love, as long as there is love I believe, being born ordinary is no mistake..." she said:

"We..."

"are all creatures that can’t live without ’love’."

She thought of that distant place.

It was not a beautiful place, filled with idle people, mountains of stinking garbage, brutal vagrants, plundering, seizing, incessant gunfire and artillery, each person desperately struggling to survive.

That place was called The Fringe, a hellish place, a place where she had grown up.

...

[--Useless, useless! You can’t even keep a few guests, what can you do?]

[--Dad, I heard Amin next door talking about the notion of paternal and maternal love, can you love me?]

[--Sure, if you earn enough for your old man’s gambling, then I’ll love you. How about that? Everything has a price, now get to work!]

...

"...If one has never understood this world and decides ’all is lost’. If one has seen too much filth, and thinks there are no clean waters left."

"...If one has never felt love, and believes the world doesn’t deserve love..."

"That would be..."

Her eyes began to heat up, and it seemed as if stars twinkled in her pupils:

"That would be too narrow-minded... I always believe that everyone has aspects worth loving. I always believe... love is everywhere in the mortal world."

...

[——Look at her, how disgusting.]

[——All those wounds on her body...She must have been abused again, tsk tsk tsk, and to think about her family, they truly are a curse.]

[——Why does someone like her deserve to work on the same platform as us? Can the Councilman really be so blatant with his favoritism? Who knows what these big shots see in her? All she has left is her face.]

[——The Dawn System is getting more and more unreliable, allowing such disgusting people to join the Mechanics. Her face reeks of slyness, who knows who she’s here to seduce...]

...

[——Stay away from her, I don’t want to walk with her.]

[——Just give her all of the group’s tasks, since she’s such a ’good person’, a hypocritical white lotus.]

...

"Justice and tolerance can solve problems, I have always believed that...even if people call me ’weak’ and ’foolishly kind’." She suppressed the lump in her throat, her voice hoarse as she said,

"The world is actually beautiful."

"Because I’ve never felt warmth, so I want to give as much warmth to others as possible..."

...

[——Who doesn’t know her? I just slept with her yesterday.]

[——Haha, her dad really is cold-hearted, sold her off to the city just like that.]

[——If she were smart, she could have found a way to change her destiny. Unfortunately, she’s poor and of limited intelligence, forever locked to a low ceiling. Besides being sold, there’s no other path for her, might as well fulfill her dad’s life.]

[——Everyone living here is the same...]

...

[——Xiaomei, are you going to let him go?]

[——Let him go.]

...

"So, I want to tell everyone that there truly is a lot of beauty in this world. There are many emotions worth experiencing firsthand, and there’s plenty of love."

Xiaomei raised her voice, attempting to lift the tone at the end of each sentence.

In the dim broadcast studio, no one could see the tears welling up in her eyes:

"So please believe in that Chief who is struggling to resist, he is the original City Lord who provided everyone with a space to live! Cruelty and tyranny can’t solve any problems, fakes will eventually be revealed, the one who truly loves you is that considerate Chief, the Chief who tirelessly works for humanity, he is the real City Lord!"

"Please believe in him! You all deserve lots of love, and he deserves lots of love too—"

"Please everyone—"

The rain outside seemed to lessen a bit, while the noisy voices from below the tower repeatedly reached up to her, instantly piercing into her ears.

...

"——Get down from there! Whore!"

"——Whore! Open up! You’ve corrupted my child! Truly a curse for thousands of years!"

"——Get out! Get down!!"

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!!"

The door banged louder and louder until, with a great crash, it was finally broken open. The sound of heavy footsteps advanced instantly!

A violent cold wind rushed in from the outside, piercing her body like icy needles. Xiaomei’s face turned pale, and she instinctively wanted to step back, only to realize she was already cornered with no way out!

"Snap!"

A blazing white light accurately hit her, making her resemble a criminal caught by the justice squad. The crowd looked at her with contempt, hatred, and pity, observing her thin pink pajamas and her arms, chilled to a purple hue, as if she were a dignified toy.

...Don’t... Don’t look at her like that!

Xiaomei frantically covered her face.

That kind of gaze... Enough! She had seen enough of it in her nineteen years!

"She’s right inside!" came a hoarse male voice from the doorway.

"Drag her out—no, just shoot!" someone commanded.

The dark muzzle of a gun protruded through the iron door, aimed squarely at her.

Just before they could fire, a seemingly lazy white cat that had been lying nearby suddenly arched its back and bared its fangs, "meow—" and although it was merely a cat’s cry, it roared like a wolf’s howl.

"Meow—meow—meow!!"

Amidst the noisy accusations and curses of the crowd, even the white cat seemed angry. It could not understand why these humans were cursing Xiaomei and why they wanted to shoot her. It only found everything in the world absurd. A group of creatures priding themselves as superior beings could not discern right from wrong, living neither like humans nor ghosts!

Human nature’s chilling timidity, cravings, and inferiority... That sleepless night in the Border City reflected in its eyes. Who hovered high above, manipulating these people who lived like puppets between family and interests? And why had the people become so ignorant that a clearly visible deity’s lie could deceive them so thoroughly?

"Snap! Clack! Clack!"

Sharp claws sprung out from between its paw pads, and the moves of the white blob were so swift that people could barely see them. Flickers of hefty white shadows flashed before their eyes, and the bullets fell to the ground with a series of clangs.

...

[Space Hunter•White Cat (Growth: Blue) (Unnamed)

Level: lv.49

HP: 1500

MP: 2000

Type: Spell Type, Special Type

Skill 1: Claw of Space (Mana cost 40, no cooldown): Swings its claws, releasing a spatial rift forward, dealing (Basic Damage) 40 + 10*level of damage, and causing spatial destruction effects.

Skill 2: Spatial Leap (Mana cost 200, cooldown five minutes): Capable of extremely short-range teleport.

Talent Passive Skill: Spatial Companionship: Its own and the player’s ’spatial’ abilities evolve synchronously, without sharing experience with the player, automatically leveling up, making it a growth-type pet.]

...

The white cat’s power, progressing alongside Su Ming’an’s, was now more than a match for a dozen burly men. Their fierce weapons clicked, and were soon shredded by the white cat’s claws.

"Monster—It’s a monster!!" screamed a soldier.

"Is it a Spirit Beast? She’s truly not ordinary!"

"We can’t wait any longer, let’s silence her first!"

More and more people crossed the iron door, rushing up the spiral staircase of the Signal Tower. The sounds of the torrential rain mingled with footsteps. Blades and long swords, emitting sharp white light, were more glaring than the thunder outside.

The white cat landed on all fours, positioned at the entrance of the broadcast studio, casting a long shadow.

One cat blocks a thousand men, shining like light over miles.