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Chapter 783: Chapter 781: "Su Rin is Indeed Unreliable.

"Meow—meow!!"

Locks of white fur fluttered in the cold wind, and the eyes, like glass, glittered with a night glow.

"Damn fat cat!" A heavily armored soldier took the lead with a kick, attempting to send the huge fat mass flying with one kick, yet he displayed his soccer skills, kicking askew, and lost his balance, tumbling down the stairs.

"What a lousy foot, goddamn it!" The people behind him got knocked over and tumbled headlong.

"Attack the people first! Ignore the cat!"

"What kind of demon is this cat! Wait, don’t come over here!"

The white cat charged into the crowd like it was on a rampage. With the buzzing of space around it, with one tremor, the crowd rolled down the staircase like dropping dumplings, accompanied by continuous wails.

...

"—How is it going? You guys made it to the Signal Tower, right?"

In the pouring rain, the Deputy City Lord picked up the communicator. He heard gunfire from the Signal Tower and thought the matter was settled.

The trembling voice of a soldier came through the communicator, "Deputy City Lord! Deputy City Lord! We can’t get in, we’ve been stopped!"

"She has help? Who? What’s their ability level? How old?" The Deputy City Lord exclaimed in surprise.

"Ability... the ability level is very strong, can take on all of us!" the voice of the soldier came back, his panic audible, "The enemy’s age... probably eight months?"

"Eight months? Are you fucking kidding me?" The Deputy City Lord, upon hearing this, became furious.

"No! Deputy City Lord, it really is eight months, it’s a cat! A ridiculously fat Ragdoll cat!" the soldier shouted frantically, "A single cat holding off thousands. We can’t break through at all, several more people have fallen... Ah—!"

A scream, then there was no more sound from that end.

The Deputy City Lord held the "beeping" busy tone of the communicator, in a daze.

"...Deputy City Lord?" A subordinate nearby gently called out.

Before the Deputy City Lord could snap back to reality, his communicator "beeped" again, and another voice came through.

"Did you succeed? I heard the broadcast sound stop." It was the voice of the deity.

Deputy City Lord, sweating profusely: "City Lord, there has been a... little situation here. She hasn’t been completely stopped yet."

The deity’s voice remained undisturbed: "What went wrong? Tell me."

"This, this..." The Deputy City Lord felt aggrieved. How could he say that his elite force, each member heavily armed, had been routed by a Ragdoll cat of just eight months of age?

"Which traveler is helping Yuanyuan? Or who arrived to help?" The deity’s tone remained even.

"It’s... it’s..." The Deputy City Lord took a deep breath: "It’s a cat, City Lord."

"..." There was silence on the other end.

"I really didn’t expect this..." A moment later, the deity slowly spoke: "Is it Bai Tuan? Or Black Flame? Considering the timing, their power must be close to Fourth Rank."

"City Lord, we still don’t know its name, it’s a white cat..."

"Oh, Bai Tuan." said the deity, "My final command to you is to stop this broadcast at all costs. Otherwise, the entire city will be buried. Do you understand?"

"Under... understood." Hearing this command, which was several times more ruthless, the Deputy City Lord wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

With a "click", the communication was cut off.

The Deputy City Lord rubbed his anxiously red face, immediately began to send for reinforcements. His subordinate, Mo Yi, had been watching him all this time.

"Deputy City Lord." Mo Yi spoke up, "I think the City Lord is indeed an imposter. I can’t believe the City Lord would be so cruel. He once dared to jump to the edge of the world to save us; he definitely wouldn’t say ’the entire city will be buried’."

"It seems like we’ve..."

"Made one mistake after another."

"..."

In the pouring rain, only the flashing red warning lights and the cold voice of the communicator remained.

No one responded to Mo Yi’s hesitation and confusion.

A moment later, the Deputy City Lord finished the communication and said to him.

"Mo Yi, you have a family. You are an adult now, you need to be rational."

"The risk is too high, we... can’t afford it. Now she can only be the bad guy, do you understand?"

In the midst of the heavy storm.

The leader of the Border City, who once cared deeply for his people, lowered his head.

...

"Mom, Sister Xiaomei is not a bad person! She told us many stories... Even though her past was terrible, she has dreams, and she will support herself with her own hands." The little girl shouted to her mother, "Mom, please believe me!"

Underneath the Signal Tower, a group of children held hands, forming a barrier in front of the crowd, lifting their heads like young birds, vindicating their Sister Xiaomei.

Children are the most sensitive. They can easily sense who is kind to them.

"Go, go, go! Silly kids, what do you know!" The woman in the floral jacket immediately pulled the little girl back.

"The City Lord has added an order! If we don’t pull her down, the whole city will have to be buried with her!!"

Whoever received this news, once spoken, it stirred up a turmoil. Amongst the heightened emotions of the crowd, the children’s defense line quickly crumbled.

The winter of human nature is harsh. It has been so from the 32nd year of the Catastrophe until now, the 71st year.

Even a slight breeze, a few snowflakes can freeze a person to death — let alone millions of breezes, millions of snowflakes. They converge to brew a severe winter.

Through the misty curtain of rain, people holding Everlasting Lamps and swinging flashlights, beams of light sweeping across the Border City, they shouted, wishing they could wield guns and pull the trigger.

— As if the girl’s death would grant them immortality.

...

With a "click" sound, a soldier’s gun barrel targeted Xiaomei’s temple, her eyelids slightly lifted, but she did not move.

Outside the door, the soldiers had a strategy against the white cat, using a net-like weapon to capture it as soon as it pounced, temporarily restricting its movements. Among them, there was a controller of "Source," who cooperatively managed to drag it away.

With the gun aimed at her, Xiaomei did not move, her pink bear pajamas covered with dust, making her look like an ordinary girl.

In fact, that was indeed the case.

She really was just an ordinary person, even quite afraid of pain.

...

[— Am I a "Key Figure"?]

...

If not for the system having assigned her the role of a "Key Figure," she would still be in the Fringe, and her name unknown to others.

Was she inherently meant to be a "Key Figure," destined to save the world? Or did she get the opportunity to save the world only after being chosen as a "Key Figure"? If another girl were chosen like her, would that girl also reach her current position?

Lucky or unfortunate, she could no longer judge.

In the darkness, she heard the sound of a gun "click," the barrel very close to her.

The soldier beside her seemed somewhat reluctant. She looked up, seeing a young soldier, his face somewhat tender, appearing even younger than her.

The soldier looked at her, his eyes trembling. Although his gun was pointed at her, he hesitated to shoot.

There are still good people in this world.

It’s just that compared to the dust of the times, they are too insignificant, kindness being extremely diminished.

"— What are you spacing out for, kid! Shoot!!"

People who couldn’t squeeze forward shouted, commanding the young soldier to shoot.

In the darkness, Xiaomei and the young soldier looked at each other. She hugged her knees, her messy hair sprawling over her shoulders, with a scent of lemon shampoo, fragile like a little chick.

The young soldier trembled for a few seconds before suddenly shouting loudly:

"Reporting! I don’t want to shoot!!"

"It’s an order!!" the chief shouted angrily.

"Reporting!" the young soldier, tears flickering in his eyes, repeated loudly again, his voice resolute and powerful, "I don’t want to shoot!!"

"Boom——!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In the air, the sounds of sharp objects slicing through the air thundered as if ripping through the darkness.

"Someone’s coming up! There are enemies!" the soldier yelled a few times before one by one they fell.

At the entrance, a delicate shadow flashed and a sword blade emitted an intense white light, and a figure suddenly appeared.

The cold wind blew her flowing black hair, and she moved with light and brisk whirlwind steps, her posture extremely dashing; her sword swept through, bringing down all the soldiers. Only the young soldier who hadn’t fired was spared, merely pushed away by the flat of her sword.

Xiaomei looked up in astonishment.

In front of her, the sword-wielding black-haired girl appeared like an angel descending, walking over to Xiaomei, her deep eyes looking into Xiaomei’s.

Then the black-haired girl curved her lips into a slight smile and reached out her hand to Xiaomei.

"Don’t be afraid."

Yuanyuan sheathed her sword, her hands at Xiaomei’s frost-red ears, blocking the filthy abuse being hurled at her, and said:

"Don’t listen."

"I’m here to rescue you."

Xiaomei responded, perplexed, feeling the abuse around her ears disappear, replaced by Yuanyuan’s warm hands: "But I don’t know you..."

Yuanyuan said, "It doesn’t matter. According to his plans, I’ve recently been near the Border City. I’m here to rescue you, not because of who you are, but because I just..."

Her eyes flickered for a while:

"I want to try and save someone who was very much like how I used to be."

"No one should be bound by family; I’ve stepped out of those shadows, so I will save you."

"So."

"Be yourself, don’t be afraid."

...

The elevator ascended, with the lights flickering one by one before her eyes.

Su Ming’an stared at the elevator’s floor indicator lamps, 30th floor, 32nd floor, 34th floor...

He heard a "crackle crackle" sound beside his ear — the world’s live broadcast had resumed, it seemed Xiaomei was okay.

"Let’s continue the broadcast, I won’t leave the Signal Tower." Xiaomei’s voice came through:

"...The signal is intermittent, seems a bit laggy."

"I don’t know if I will have another chance to speak my heart, so I really want to say it now."

"Su Ming’an."

Su Ming’an suddenly heard Xiaomei call his name.

"Although there are things I dislike, I think I will not forget the time I’ve spent with you. Maybe I just fell too deeply into this unreal beauty," Xiaomei said, smiling:

"Being with you, even my tainted heart feels purified. If I were to compare to the fairy tales I’ve read, I think you are like a kind-hearted angel. Maybe I’ve placed too much on you, otherwise why do I feel so happy every time I think of you?"

"Thank you, Su Ming’an."

"Will I be able to see you again in the future?"

Su Ming’an’s fingers clenched slightly as they rested on the elevator rail.

He suddenly turned around, but he could see nothing; in the cold, iron-gray elevator car, there was only her distant voice beyond the metal. He couldn’t see the night sky, the stars, or the misty clouds of the city-state.

"Creak—!"

The sound came, and the elevator reached the top floor, the doors slowly opening.

In the hall filled with LCD screens, a young man with white hair, dressed in traditional Han clothing, sat in the central chair, his back toward him.

...The final battlefield.

...

"Lewis, you’ve arrived." Lin Guang said with his back to him, "I’ve prepared the most wonderful spring for you. It’s countless times better than what Noah promised."

His tone was very proud, as if he had indeed prepared a grand gift.

The next moment, Lin Guang raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Su Ming’an had not even stepped out of the elevator when he was startled by the sudden bright screens in the hall.

The scenes of different springs displayed on the screens around the hall were overwhelming; flowers bloomed, roses unfolded one by one, and flower beds blossomed cluster by cluster... It was indeed a sight too overwhelming for the eyes.

...But it was a bit too much to take in.

Perhaps Lin Guang’s aesthetic was not up to par, mixin all the bright, high-saturation images of spring in reds and purples, each more dazzling than the last, and adorned with all kinds of colorful and flashing lights.

If one had to describe it, it resembled those elder-targeted blessing videos in family groups—"elderly traps," with golden dragons through the mist, Bodhisattvas step by step generating lotuses, the Buddha’s light shining brightly, various striking light effects flashing chaotically, ending with a blinding scene of competing blossoms and colorful clouds.

"How is it? Isn’t it prettier than Beili Sier’s ice sculptures?" Lin Guang asked confidently.

Su Ming’an: "..."

Su Ming’an rubbed his eyes, his vision like it had been hit with several flash grenades, still not recovered.

At that moment, he caught the eye of the deity beside him. Only then did he realize that the deity had arrived at the top floor even faster than him and was standing next to Lin Guang.

Su Ming’an focused and saw—the deity was also rubbing his eyes, apparently almost blinded by the flash as well.

"Where is Su Rin?" Su Ming’an immediately asked the deity. Normally, the deity should have been delayed by Su Rin.

"Made a deal. I told him some things about Pulaya, and he left," the deity said indifferently, his grey eyes bloodshot from the flash.

"You know about Pulaya? I thought you didn’t remember his name," Su Ming’an inwardly dismissed Su Rin as unreliable.

"Such an unpleasant name, why remember it," the deity said. "I know many things. If you stay, I can slowly tell you all about them."

"If he stays, he’ll be my friend, not here to listen to your stories," Lin Guang immediately interjected.

The deity smiled, not responding.

"Are you two planning to take me on together?" Su Ming’an hadn’t taken a second step into the hall since seeing the deity. If these two were indeed working together against him, he truly would be at a disadvantage.

He looked at Lin Guang, "Lin Guang, you’re from the Ruined World and one of Acto’s most trusted. Are you really going to work for the invaders?"

"Invaders?" the deity repeated the word, smiling faintly: "Su Ming’an, if you were in my position, wouldn’t you do the same as me, plundering other civilizations’ vitality? Would you watch idly as all the people of your civilization die? Isn’t your Perfect Pass also a plundering of worlds? Why couldn’t you be me? You certainly could be. We all have things we cannot give up, and so does Lin Guang. Your persuasion won’t change anything."

"..." Su Ming’an took a half step back.

"Clang—!"

The heavy sound of the elevator closing came from behind, and inside the room, a riot of colors filled the spring-filled screens.

Lin Guang stood up from his chair, his black Han clothing brushing over his boots. The deity wore a white lab coat, by his side a nearly visible trigger-type barrier, like unshed snowflakes.

The projections of spring were cast behind them, seeming so close yet so distant.

"Stay here, Su Ming’an," the deity said from the right side, his voice calm, "This is one of the few chances for you to gain freedom. If you do not abandon Zhai Xing, you will have no future."

"Stay here," Lin Guang, standing on the left, looked at Su Ming’an, extending his hand, his practiced smile showing:

"Stay here, this world is also worth seeing."

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