"Sir, the weapons resources in the dungeon are not sufficient. But Su Xiaobi is on our side."
"Once we obtain the Dawn System, she will terminate the defense of Doomsday City. And we will rush into the dungeon to release everyone, stabbing a sharp knife from the inside, straight into the inner city of Doomsday City."
In order to distinguish the impostor from Su Ming'an, people began to call Su Ming'an "chief" instead of "city lord".
"Yes." Su Mingan nodded. He raised his head and looked around at everyone.
He has been thinking that if a god can "observe" this complex three-dimensional world, then what is his observation perspective? Is he looking down from above and blocked by some barriers? Or is he aware of every situation in the city-state like a program? One detail?
This is a very critical question, and Su Mingan has been testing it.
He has discovered that the gods have perfect control over all n's interests, temperaments and behaviors, but cannot detect anything about the players.
If you want to fight against gods, "players" are the only way to break the situation.
After completing the docking, Su Mingan walked out of the conference room. Dozens of sky vehicles flew diagonally toward the surface like a galaxy. The buildings standing crookedly were coated with a cold sense of technology.
...And his shoulders slowly brushed against the flickering blue-purple mist, as if the morning mist in the mountains had been wiped away.
At this moment, he realized that the specifications of this underground city were very similar to the underground laboratory in the 72nd year of the disaster.
"Grandpa, where are you going?" Noah followed him.
"There are still two hours before the dinner time, so I'm going to make some preparations." Su Ming'an said, "I know it well and will reserve time to change into a dress."
"Hmm..." Noah hummed. One after another, they cast a long dark purple shadow on the wall.
The styles of prosperity and decay are unbridled in this underground city. Everywhere you can see non-mainstream young people holding electric guitars and singing, as well as dancers choosing formal dresses. The artistic cells of human beings have been suppressed for a full 71 years. Once they are out of control, , art\music\dance... erupted like a volcano, gorgeous and full.
Freedom is a priceless treasure given by God. All the wealth buried underground and in the sea cannot compare with it. The freedom hidden in the bones of human beings cannot be eradicated by any ideological rule.
When you have survival, you miss freedom, when you lose survival, you abandon freedom, and sometimes you abandon survival for freedom. History spirals forward amidst the contradictions that are repeatedly superimposed and subtracted, forming a civilization called human beings.
"What do you want to say?" Su Mingan realized that Noah had something to say.
Noah has always acted vigorously and resolutely, and rarely looks so cautious. Noah thought about his words for a long time before speaking out:
"Are you tired?"
"Huh?" Su Mingan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Noah to ask such a question. He stared at Noah's blue eyes for three seconds before turning his gaze: "I'm not tired."
"...Are you afraid?" Noah said again. "Not afraid." Su Mingan said.
Why do the people around him always care about his mental state?
"That's weird." Noah blinked: "To be honest, I actually want to see you scared, so that I can comfort you and tell you, go and rest when you are tired. If you are scared, you don't have to go." Feast. But you won’t give me a chance. You always make me feel... unreal. Just like the people in the oil paintings."
For some reason, Su Mingan felt to him... like a cold statue. Like the silent black cat on his shoulder. The buzz of an electric guitar came to his ears, and a thunder snake danced in the air.
Su Ming'an paused.
Noah's brilliant blond hair was like the rising sun in the blue-purple mist, and the people on the street were vague shadows, giving people an unreal visual sense.
...They seem to disappear at any time.
Su Mingan noticed that Noah was becoming more and more sentimental. Before he left, Noah had inexplicably sworn allegiance to him. Considering Noah's age, people should like to sigh deeply when they get older.
A person whose favorability was forcibly raised to 100 points by the person in power would actually care about others like this. "..." Su Mingan raised his hand and handed his palm to Noah.
"What are you doing?" Noah said blankly. "Here, shake hands." Su Mingan said.
Noah reached out his hand with some confusion and shook Su Ming'an's palm (this chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter 731·"Temperature."
, even the heat of Noah's palm is higher than others.
"Are my hands warm?" Su Mingan said.
Noah was a little confused. He could feel the heat in Su Ming'an's palm and subconsciously answered: "Yes." "Do oil paintings have temperature?" Su Ming'an said.
"No." Noah replied. "Then what conclusion did you draw?" Su Mingan said. "..."
Noah reacted quickly.
It was like lightning flashed through his mind. He just paused for a moment, and fireworks lit up in his sky-blue eyes. He liked this concise way of communication very much, like interesting logical reasoning.
"I understand." Noah let go of his hand: "Sorry, you are not an oil painting. You are right in front of me."
"Um."
Su Ming'an let go of his hand and silently ticked "Maintain n's goodwill" in his plan. He was used to using different strategies to target different people. It was effective every time.
Except for gods. "Zizzizi——"
Ten minutes later, a building complex composed of blue and purple electric tubes appeared in front of us, like a Rubik's cube twisted into irregular shapes.
Noel was waiting quietly at the door, wearing a white coat, and the surgical forceps in his hands had a cold sheen.
Su Mingan walked up to Noel. "Coming?" Noel put away the surgical forceps. Su Mingan nodded.
——Before going to the banquet, one of Su Mingan’s backup plans was to ask Noel to put some chip devices into his body.
For example, a link device that can communicate instantly with the mysterious hacker "Team Mu" in a place with sufficient signal.
Although this body is Su Mingan's own in appearance, when he returns to the world of the Lord God, he will log out with the body of Akto, the City of Measurement, which means that his original body will not be affected in any way - in other words , his current body is more similar to the "bionic body Su Ming'an".
So, there is no cost to undergo transformation with this disposable body.
The only danger is that Su Mingan cannot rule out the possibility of Noel betraying him. Absolute caution must be exercised in everything. The burden of the world is too heavy, and there cannot be a 0.1% failure probability. If Noel really lays a trap, Su Mingan will do the same. There is a last resort.
At this time, Noel happened to see Noah behind Su Mingan.
"Sure enough... it seems like it." Noel's eyes flickered like thorns for a moment. He and Noah are so similar, they both have similar blond hair and sky-blue eyes, the same lively and out-of-the-box temperament, even the pronunciation of their names They are all very similar. However, Noel is a player, but Noah is one of the nine leaders of Doomsday City.
"Grandpa, I still don't want you to go to the banquet." Noah didn't pay attention to Noel's sight: "That fake city lord has overwhelmed everyone. Even if you reveal your identity, you may be persecuted..."
Su Mingan shook his head: "Go back and take action tonight."
Noah pursed his lips and did not try to persuade him again. He just stared at him blankly like a golden retriever. Su Mingan turned around and prepared to walk into the room.
"——Sir! Wait a minute!"
Suddenly, there was the sound of running in the distance. A girl with flaxen hair rushed over. She was wearing a neat military uniform and holding milk-like lilies in her arms.
"Sir! The white lily cultivated in the flower room has bloomed. This is the first flower we have successfully cultivated. I give it to you!" The girl raised the lily in her hand loudly and held it to Su Mingan who was standing by the door railing.
Su Mingan took the flowers. The flower of love, the flower of purity, the flower of blessing.
People who are blessed by lilies are usually favored by everyone and can resist the temptation of the outside world, so as to remain uncontaminated. People took the lead in cultivating Akto's favorite flower for his liking.
In the ruined world, flowers symbolize spring... It turns out that spring can also be born here. "Thank you." Su Mingan said.
This is not a valuable flower. In the world of the Lord God, it only costs 0.1 points. But here, it symbolizes hope.
The girl showed a shy smile.
She is the granddaughter of Sen Kelstia, Chun Kelstia. She is sixteen years old this year. Based on her age, she is still the sister of Che and Yue Yue, and she works in the flower house.
After learning that the white lily had bloomed, she ran all the way and was the first to deliver it to Su Mingan. "Sir, we hope you have seen the colors of spring, (this chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter 731·"Temperature."
Being able to be happy..." Chun said.
"Thank you, I'm very happy." Su Mingan said.
Chunxiang received great encouragement and bowed heavily until Su Mingan closed the door. "——Thank you! I wish you success!" With a click, the door closed. Noel washed his hands and put on white gloves:
"Su Ming'an, lie on the bed."
There was a flat bed under the bright operating light. Su Mingan placed the lilies on the table, and the iron frame made a harsh sound.
He heard Noel's voice:
"Su Ming'an, why do you think humans are humans because their bodies have no mechanical parts?"
"The reason why human beings are human beings is because they believe that they are human beings." Su Mingan lay on the bed and replied: "When a person's self-awareness tells this person - "You are a human being". Then no one can deprive this person of Pursue independent power."
"Is that so?" Noel nodded and started to be the Riddler: "It seems like someone is really lucky..."
The second half of his sentence was too quiet and Su Mingan didn't hear it.
The anesthetic penetrated the skin, and Su Mingan's senses were fogged, and he closed his eyes.
The blazing white light and the reflection of the scalpel shone brightly in the room. Noel pursed his lips tightly and looked extremely focused. He looked at the black-haired young man lying on the operating table and sewed one foreign object after another with extremely meticulous movements. The wounds on the body were pulled by silk threads that overlapped as tightly as spider webs.
Not belonging to human flesh and blood, cold, foreign, hard. Those fine metal sheets, iron nails, and chips. Inlay, connect, implant, and sew them... Noel is like a painter, carefully painting the texture of each plate. Color, paint the white paper with bright colors, and sew up the fragmented bloody mouth in front of you bit by bit.
Like perfecting a broken work of art, an incomplete statue.
Noel noticed that Su Mingan seemed to regard his body as a cold tool. Because it could be repaired, he would not feel pain. Because he could return to the beginning, he would not feel fear.
The reason why Noel feels guilty about his children is because he knows deeply in his heart that human beings are human beings because they use human bodies to act, think with human bodies, and feel and feel with human bodies. Love. When the material itself changes, thoughts will inevitably shift. When part of the body is replaced with metal parts, human beings will have errors in their self-perception.
If possible, Noel hoped that his scalpel would never be used on his teammates. However, it was still used, at the strong insistence of the opponent.
An hour later, when the lights dimmed, Noel threw the red-dyed gloves into the trash can. "Pop." He snapped his fingers like a magician.
"Okay, wake up." A second later, Su Mingan opened his eyes. He moved his body without any hindrance.
"Is there any problem?" Noel said. "No, it was a success." Su Mingan said.
He took off his blood-stained clothes, put on the white suit he had prepared in advance, and opened the door holding the lily in his arms.
"I wish you good luck, Su Mingan, the enemy is a god." Noel warned.
"I'm used to situations where the enemy is a god." Su Mingan shook his head and took a step forward - he suddenly heard the sound of rapid wind and something heavy was coming towards him.
In an instant, his whole body flashed with light, preparing for spatial displacement——
But he forcibly stopped his movement. He saw clearly what the heavy object was. "Bang!" There was a heavy sound.
A corpse fell in front of him.
Her flaxen hair fluttered, her flame-like pupils lost their luster, half of her body was shattered by the impact of falling from the building, and a large amount of dark red blood and broken internal organs fell out——
The strong wind blew up Su Mingan's black hair and messed up the lilies in his arms.
Chapter 731·"Temperature."
