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Chapter 802 - 800: "Su Ming’an Digs a Pit and Buries Himself (Part 1)

Chapter 802: Chapter 800: "Su Ming’an Digs a Pit and Buries Himself (Part 1)

Amidst the endless yellow sand, a figure clad in a black robe crossed the dunes; he seemed to be a traveler in the desert, always with his head down, without a word.

He passed by the stalls of vendors, brushed past other travelers, and stepped into a tavern in the corner of the market.

The tavern’s walls were made of red bricks, with rattan chairs and yellow wooden round tables arranged in rows. The fences were adorned with a few fake flowers, and the walls displayed plenty of ginkgo leaf decorations.

Su Ming’an sat by the window and ordered a cup of coffee.

"Not drinking alcohol? Seeing you as a traveler in the desert, why not warm up with a glass of strong liquor?" the tavern waiter advised.

"No." Su Ming’an looked up, the brim of his black robe pressing down a thin layer of black gauze that could cover his entire face: "Coffee is fine, thank you."

Five minutes later, two cups of coffee were served.

After the waiter left, Su Ming’an noticed a chip pressed under the bottom of Xike’s coffee cup on the opposite side. He used the false motion of adding sugar to the coffee to quietly scoop the chip into his palm.

Earlier, Xike told him to come to this tavern to fetch a chip; it seemed this was the one.

Su Ming’an glanced at the chip, on which was engraved a line of small print: [Give the chip to Hawk Hound Department Vice Caskining Feiluo.]

"——He’s here."

At this moment, Xike on the opposite side spoke softly. It was clear that her "he" meant the "Su Ming’an" from the first day of the instance.

"Yeah." Su Ming’an responded.

"Not having some alcohol? It would make you feel a bit better." Xike asked.

"No." Su Ming’an’s fingers stroked the coffee cup, using hand movements to store the chip into the backpack grid: "I just find it so wondrous... This feeling of [Observation], it makes me start to ponder the essence of this world."

He turned his head, gazing out the window. This grid-like time that could move Chess Pieces at any moment, this space-time structure could make the butterfly route an undirected Klein Bottle... Too wondrous. It made him recall the box theory Acto just mentioned.

Isn’t the universe a vast box as well? Outer universe contains universe, universe contains planet, planet contains kingdom, kingdom contains humans. Aren’t humans like Chess Pieces on a vast web disk? And where does the World Game sit between two boxes?

Xike saw the worry in his tone and whispered:

"No need to think too much, just leave everything to the [Dawn System]. What you need to think about is, after luring him into there, successfully entering Central City."

Su Ming’an nodded.

What he needs to do now is to lure his past self into the ruins building of the City of Measurement, and then immediately he enters the Central City laboratory. Let the time of Catastrophe 72 years and Catastrophe 102 years coincide at the same coordinate.

After drinking coffee, Su Ming’an reached out to Xike: "Come back."

Xike transformed into a stream of light and entered his right wrist, replacing the AI Yeah.

This tavern was filled with plant arrangements everywhere, especially the chair Su Ming’an sat on, hung full with interconnected ginkgo leaves, like a golden Little Tree.

He spoke to the empty seat, not knowing to whom he was talking.

"...Goodnight."

He was ready to confirm something.

After communicating with the waiter, he opened a private room, took off the black robe, and looked at the floor mirror inside the room.

Previously, just stepping into the desert, Su Ming’an felt his vision was off, he seemed a bit too tall, his view was half a head taller than his original self, but Xike soon put the black robe on him, so he didn’t mind it anymore.

But just when adding sugar to Xike’s coffee, he noticed burn marks on the back of his hand. These wounds clearly did not belong to him. So—what he’s using now should not be his own body.

He looked towards the floor mirror, where his reflection showed.

The brows on this face were slightly sharp, eyes slender, nose bridge high, cheeks thin. Even a calm expression made it somewhat difficult to approach. When pursing his lips, there was a cold look, as if he would start a fight at any moment. A pair of lifeless dead fish eyes hung on the face, enough to scare children to turn and run.

Although overall he was a handsome man, his complexion was excessively pale, his brows and eyes overly cold and sharp, as if rejecting people from a thousand miles away.

——This was Lv Shu’s body.

Su Ming’an reached out, pinched his white hair beside the face. He looked down, observed the burn marks on the back of his hand.

To avoid causality confusion, he was now assigned the "Lv Shu" identity, it seems even his body is modeled after Lv Shu. But why does Lv Shu’s hand have burn marks?

...Could it really be roasting sweet potatoes burned his hand?

Su Ming’an would prefer this answer.

He lifted the sleeves and found his arms were covered with burn scars. He pulled the clothing on his shoulders to look; below the neck and shoulders were also full of burn marks. Out of respect for his companion, he didn’t continue to check the abdomen and thighs, but could infer this body was almost all wounded.

"Xike, what’s going on?" Su Ming’an asked.

"It might relate to Lv Shu’s condition." Xike said: "He might indeed be burned all over; I’m not too clear about his situation."

Su Ming’an temporarily set aside suspicions, deciding that if he can’t figure out the problem, he would handle it like Lv Shu roasting sweet potatoes.

"Doctor, I’ll take you to the next critical time point." Xike initiated the teleportation.

White light flowed, and flurrying data streams like snowflakes appeared around Su Ming’an, enveloping him.

When he once again opened his eyes, in front of him was a bustling modern city. Advertisement light boards rolled among the towering buildings, and the glass of skyscrapers reflected blinding sunlight.

——This was on the fourth day of the instance start, the City of Measurement.

Su Ming’an stood in the alley on the edge of the road, observing the bustling crowd, beginning his contemplation.

"I want to induce ’myself’ into the ruins building. Even though I understand myself the most, it is still quite difficult," Su Ming’an muttered.

He fully knew what kind of person he was. Not only extremely vigilant but also highly sensitive. Accomplishing ’guiding myself without being noticed’ was quite challenging.

But he can also use these characteristics to induce step by step, drawing his past self into the net.

For instance, placing obvious clues in certain spots to attract himself to go. Also, deliberately destroying unreliable routes, leaving only a broad road, thereby using "his own" well-known thinking pattern to lead "his own" step by step into the ruins building.

After contemplating for ten minutes, Su Ming’an formulated a plan in his mind. He knew his temperament well; unless cornered, he would not voluntarily enter the location of the Dawn System.

So—firstly, he needed to corner "his past self" to guide him to negotiate with the Dawn System, enabling him to approach the ruins building where the Dawn System was located.

"Xike, can I still use my highest authority here?" Su Ming’an asked.

"Of course you can." Xike said.

Su Ming’an stepped out of the alley and first went to the Hawk Hound headquarters, meeting Hawk Hound Department Vice Caskining Feiluo under the identity of a high authority leader of Central City.

In the reception room, Caskining warmly welcomed him. Su Ming’an’s current disguise identity was as a high-ranking official of Central City, very favored by those in power.

Su Ming’an was still cloaked in black robes. After a brief greeting, he took out the chip: "Philo, this is the chip that can disable Acto’s wheelchair landing system."

Kaskining took the chip, surprised: "What do you mean by this? What am I supposed to do with this chip?"

"You know what to do." Su Ming’an said.

Kaskining’s fingers trembled slightly. He realized that this Black Robed Man could see through his thoughts at a glance.

He indeed wanted very much to kill that Ya Sa Acto who was hindering the development of the City-State. But he had always been unable to find an opportunity; this chip might really enable him to put Acto to death.

Humans face the invasion of Ta Wei, yet can only passively evade, humiliatingly ceding territory. Now, fighting back or siding with Ta Wei are the best moves.

The torment and rampant spread of Roseblood, the hierarchical oppression of the eight-type persona, the pain and crime pressure of emotional overload, the innocent residents of The Fringe... they have all suffered too much pain— and all because of Acto!

For the sake of righteousness, he wants to kill the decayed ruler of the City-State, Ya Sa Acto. This is a wish buried deep in his heart for years.

An aged hero dying for a new century is also a testament to heroism.

"Nowadays, even the Dawn System thinks Acto should be replaced." Su Ming’an saw Kaskining’s hesitation and directly bamboozled: "Philo, I’m just giving you the opportunity to kill Acto. Whether you do it is your freedom."

As he said this, Su Ming’an felt highly ironic. Just a dozen days ago, he was also one who disliked Acto’s people, but only after knowing the truth did he know what Acto had actually sacrificed and what he was guarding.

Kaskining still remained silent, and Su Ming’an saw that he still had concerns.

"Philo." Su Ming’an opened his personal terminal and showed Kaskining a surveillance video— in the footage, a man in a wheelchair used space jump to enter an airship and crashed into a trash hill in The Fringe.

Su Ming’an’s fingers pointed at the screen: "This space jump technology is locked within Central City— this man is none other than the incognito visiting Ya Sa Acto. He is currently alone, if you can get him onto your helicopter and then use this chip, he will be trapped with no escape."

"Please leave." Kaskining’s facial expression visibly relaxed, but his attitude remained restrained, only asking Su Ming’an to leave.

But Su Ming’an knew that this man was already tempted.

This vice leader of the Hawk Hound will face the end of his life today. And for his ridiculous righteousness in his heart, he resolutely detonates the helicopter, attempting to perish together with Acto, thus seizing a "human future" without decayed power holders.

Even at the final moment of life, Kaskining would feel smug, as if he was the hero who killed the Evil Dragon.

Su Ming’an was just a catalyst, even if he didn’t give this chip, Kaskining would find every excuse to try to kill Acto. Extreme idealists are so crazy, giving no chance to others, nor leaving room for themselves, even at the cost of total ruin to accomplish their absurd ideals.

Su Ming’an glanced one last time at the determined Kaskining, turned around, and left the Hawk Hound, heading to the checkpoint in the Third Ring District.

"Clack clack—"

At this moment, Su Ming’an heard the sound of the wheelchair.

He looked down and saw below the checkpoint, a young man with black hair and gray eyes queued in the line to enter the city. The young man appeared very weak, coughing constantly, with stark blood at the corner of his mouth.

The ginkgo leaves rustled past in the morning wind, brushing by the youth’s flowing black hair, and the leaves swirled again by the wind, brushing past Su Ming’an’s hand, bringing a slightly itchy feel.

Su Ming’an’s hand rested on the checkpoint edge, silent and focused. His heartbeat fast. This marvelous sense of time-space connection made him feel heavy, even the knuckles resting on the railing turned a shade of bluish white.

—Finally found you, my past self.

Xike whispered: "Doctor, soon I will directly expose his Dawn Type Personality during the checkpoint detection, so the soldiers will intercept him and hand him over to the Hawk Hound Department for Kaskining Philo to meet him."

"...Hmm." Su Ming’an replied.

—Xike, you indeed started by deceiving me, now I finally personally witnessed how you tricked me.

—But interestingly, this deception is actually driven by myself.

Below, the young man in a wheelchair passed through the checkpoint, the detection sound rang:

"Beep."

"Number TP1092. Name Lewis. Address Core Area, Plata Street, Fu Fort No. 042. Occupation Constantine University Psychology Professor."

"Persona MBT (Dawn Type Personality). Current emotional state green district."

...

[The soldiers saw this and exchanged glances, quickly took out the intercom:]

["...How is it Dawn Type?"]

[As soon as Su Ming’an noticed something amiss, the next moment, the iron mesh door behind him straightened down, sealing the people about to enter the city outside.]

[Also blocked his way of retreat.]

["—Orders from above, temporary city lockdown starts now for the Third Ring District, no one is allowed to enter or exit." A man in military uniform descended from the tower beside and blocked Su Ming’an.]

...

Above the checkpoint, Su Ming’an overlooked this scene, his expression indifferent. This man in military uniform was exactly the one he sent down.

This way, his "past self" will be sent onto Kaskining’s helicopter, facing Kaskining’s helicopter self-destruct assassination.

He must force himself into a desperate situation, thus there comes the next step.

...

Second Ring District, Union Pavilion.

Ten minutes later, Su Ming’an arrived at Eden’s Union Pavilion, utilizing the permissions given by Xike, he acquired the identity of a VIP, resting and waiting at the Union Pavilion.

Soon after, he heard an explosion in the sky.

He pushed open the window, in the sky, a helicopter disintegrated mid-air, a wheelchair plunged quickly from the sky, crashing heavily onto the street.

...

[Su Ming’an gazed at the helicopter turning into flames above, and Philo’s powerless falling corpse: "Xike, he genuinely wanted to kill me. He’d rather commit suicide but must have me dead."]

[Philo’s assassination, of course, wasn’t as simple as helicopter self-destruction, Philo crushed a chip-shaped weapon right before his death, making the wheelchair extremely uncontrollable.]

[A mouthful of blood stuck in Su Ming’an’s throat, as he fell, his figure shook violently, the wheelchair below flipped sideways, forced steadily again.]

...

On the street outside the window, the young man in the wheelchair turned red-faced. He fell rapidly from the sky, and at the moment of impact, the intense force made him uncontrollably spit out a mouthful of blood, his face covered with blood.

"It’s here." Su Ming’an watched the wheelchair youth wounded and bleeding, his expression calm as he closed the window.

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