“Lieutenant Zorda, where is your squadron leader? How could he tolerate you turning your cabin into a garbage dump? It looks like I’ll have to remove him from his position! By the way, are you really a soldier? Anyone who graduated from a military academy wouldn’t have such sloppy hygiene habits!”
Admiral Darius Bayes suppressed a wave of nausea as he stepped into Lieutenant Zorda’s cabin, accidentally kicking an empty can. The can rolled a few times and landed at the feet of the lieutenant, who was intently staring at a screen filled with rapidly flashing data. The lieutenant was perched on a swivel chair like a monkey, his hands typing on the keyboard at an unbelievable speed.
“Let me correct you on two things, sir. First, I don’t recall being part of a ‘squadron’. Second, I indeed didn’t attend a military academy. I was directly drafted as a technical consultant.” Lieutenant Zorda didn’t even turn his head, let alone show proper respect to his superior.
The small cabin was filled with food wrappers, cigarette butts, discarded old chips, and mechanical parts of unknown purpose. Darius had no doubt that if the Sword of the Queen were to shut down the gravity grid and enter a zero-gravity state, this place would become a dangerous battlefield filled with hazards and traps.
“Alright, technical consultant, expert, master, whatever.” Darius kicked another can.
“Surely, your visit isn’t just to practice can-shooting accuracy.” Zorda’s typing slowed down just a fraction (really just a tiny bit), indicating he was sparing some attention for Darius.
“Actually, it’s nothing much.” The admiral gave up on the idea of walking over to the lieutenant for a private conversation. It would be more difficult than crossing a battlefield filled with flying lasers. So, he closed the door, leaned against it, and spoke to Zorda from a distance. “There’s something I’ve been trying to figure out. Lieutenant, I’ve heard that you’re quite accomplished in programming and AI studies, so I wanted to ask you.”
“Oh?” The lieutenant’s typing paused for a moment. “What could be so perplexing to you?”
“You’ve dealt with high-level AI, and in Milantu, you even managed to sever the connection between a high-level AI and a pirate base. So, tell me, who’s more powerful, humans or AI?”
“Well… if we’re comparing humans and AI as different species, I’d say humans are definitely more powerful because AI was created by humans, after all.” The lieutenant shrugged. “But on an individual level, AI is certainly superior, especially high-level AI. Its computational power far exceeds that of the average human brain, and across the entire universe, probably only a few mathematical geniuses could compare to it.”
Darius shifted uneasily. “Then what if… just hypothetically, what if a genius human were to connect their nervous system to the superluminal network? Wouldn’t they become something like an AI?”
“In theory, it’s possible, but in practice, it’s not feasible. In the past, there were figures like cyber hackers and neural surfers. When a human’s nervous system is connected to a computer, the brain becomes the network’s terminal, and all computations depend on this terminal. But if a human’s mind stays in the superluminal network for too long, their body would gradually deteriorate. Once the body dies, the terminal responsible for operation ceases to exist, and the mind—this human’s AI—would also perish. It’s extremely inhumane, so the Empire, the Federation, and the Free City-States have all long since legislated against connecting human nerves to computers.”
“What if this person transferred their mind elsewhere, like how AI backs up its personality and memories?”
“That’s also impossible. How could a human mind be transferred to a machine? It’s not a silicon-based lifeform! If it were a biological computer, it might be possible, but that hasn’t even been invented yet! AI can back up its personality because it was born on that kind of platform. Similarly, it’s impossible to put AI into a human body. AI can exist temporarily in a human brain, but as the information recorded in brain cells increases, the human body would inevitably develop a human personality, which would instinctively reject the AI. Over time, the body would either become schizophrenic or the brain cells would deteriorate. AI can remotely control a human through a controller, making them absolutely obey its commands, but it can never become human.”
After speaking, Lieutenant Zorda’s chair spun halfway around, facing Darius. “Sir, why the sudden interest in AI?”
Darius frowned deeply, as if he hadn’t heard the question. “But… let’s hypothesize another situation. If medical devices were used to sustain a person’s life and their nervous system was connected to the superluminal network, would that person become an immortal artificial… no, ‘human intelligence’?”
Zorda looked at Darius with slight surprise. “‘Human intelligence’… that’s a nice name. Where did you hear it?”
“I came up with it myself.” The admiral scratched his head. “Do you think it’s possible?”
“Well… if the brain could be kept alive, then yes, it’s possible. But it’s only a possibility. Do you know how much computational power a high-level AI has? Just the computer needed to run it would be the size of the Lady of the Night. The average human brain has only developed a small percentage of its capacity. If someone tried to do what a high-level AI does, the flood of information into the brain would drive an ordinary person insane. The cyber hackers and neural surfers of the past could only do slightly better than ordinary hackers. They were nowhere near the level of high-level AI.”
“What about an extreme case?” Darius asked urgently. “What if this person were a genius with an extraordinarily developed brain?”
“… According to current estimates, if a human brain develops beyond 70% of its capacity, it would have computational power equivalent to that of the Lady of the Night. If there were such a genius and, as you said, they were kept alive and connected to the superluminal network, they would certainly become a ‘human intelligence’ equal in power to, or even surpassing, high-level AI.”
Lieutenant Zorda stood on his chair, looking down at Admiral Darius Bayes. “But people would definitely prefer to keep such a genius in reality. Besides, this kind of thing is against the law throughout the galaxy and is extremely inhumane. It would require a person to give up their human body, identity, and dignity. Who would want to become something like that? Moreover, developing the human brain and making it compatible with computers also presents technical challenges. So it’s only theoretically feasible.”
Darius nodded stiffly, his face grim. “You’re right, Lieutenant.” He mechanically turned around and opened the door. Lieutenant Zorda, still standing on his chair, could clearly see beads of sweat on the back of his neck. The admiral, usually calm and composed, was oddly unsettled today.
“You haven’t answered my question, sir. Why are you suddenly interested in AI today?”
“Nothing. Just a random thought.” Darius held onto the doorframe as if he might collapse from exhaustion at any moment. “Lieutenant, what we just discussed—don’t let a third person know.”
Zorda sat back in his chair, refocusing on the rapidly moving data on the computer screen. “What did we just discuss? I don’t remember.”
Darius curled his lips into a smile. “Yeah, I don’t remember either.”
After taking two steps out, he came back and advised earnestly, “Lieutenant, even though you’re single, I still have to remind you: keep your cabin clean.”
When Fang Xiu opened his eyes again, he saw brilliant sunlight.
He was curled up inside Bai Shuangying’s true body, like a soft-bodied creature that couldn’t live without water.
From the chest up, Bai Shuangying still maintained a humanoid form. He leaned against one end of the bathtub, his long black hair fanned out and resting on the smooth white porcelain edge. He was focused on Fang Xiu, his face as expressionless as ever.
“I slept the whole night?” Fang Xiu asked in surprise.
Crap. He had said he’d help Cheng Songyun catch the ghost. She didn’t force herself to stay up just because he looked too pitiful… right?
“Cheng Songyun’s karma has been resolved. Tonight, we can use the karmic thread to navigate,” Bai Shuangying said.
He raised a finger and infused that thread of karma into Fang Xiu’s mind.
Just like with each E dispelled, Fang Xiu instantly grasped the entire story of Cheng Songyun killing her husband.
Fang Xiu was quiet for a while. “Cheng Jie figured things out. Looks like she won’t be afraid of the ‘ghost’ anymore. As they say, if you have a clear conscience, you don’t have to be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.”
He accepted Cheng Songyun’s story calmly, showing no particular emotion.
Bai Shuangying had been ready to inwardly mock the complexity of human emotions, but this Fang Xiu left him a little unsettled.
“You don’t seem surprised,” he said.
Fang Xiu rubbed his shoulder. “You know what the scariest thing about humans is?”
Bai Shuangying: “?”
“People change.” Fang Xiu said, “Some lies weren’t lies to begin with. At the time, whether it was love or a promise, they were sincere.”
“For the one who didn’t change, that’s even more terrifying than being deceived. If it were just deception, they could hate the liar and at most blame themselves for being foolish.”
“But if it’s not… they begin to doubt everything; their perception of the world, whether they did something wrong. Then comes a long, drawn-out pain.”
Fang Xiu looked at the sunlit forest. “Sometimes, even truth can turn into a lie. That’s how strange humans are.”
Bai Shuangying considered this. “You seem very used to such things.”
“That’s elementary-level deception class.” Fang Xiu winked at him.
Bai Shuangying was shocked. “Humans have deception classes now?”
“Nope. Gotcha.”
“……”
Fang Xiu laughed unreservedly at Bai Shuangying’s straight face. Then, out of habit, he tried to get up, only to remember he no longer had his left leg. He slipped and fell back into the tub.
The moment he left Bai Shuangying’s body, pain flared again at his wound. His lips quickly lost all color, and fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Bai Shuangying said, “If you destroy the Huanxi E in time tonight, you won’t face the taboo a third time…”
“Bai Shuangying.” Fang Xiu interrupted his ghost.
He awkwardly climbed out of the bathtub and struggled to sit at the bedside.
“What?”
Fang Xiu’s tone was serious. “I’m grateful you helped Cheng Jie condense the karmic thread. But next time, I want you to inform me beforehand. I really, really hate losing control of a situation.”
Bai Shuangying was unconcerned. “Or else?”
“Hmm, I guess you don’t care whether I’m sincere. So let me put it practically.”
Fang Xiu turned his head. Through sweat-damp bangs, his black eyes shone.
“After the first ritual, you’ve become more and more proactive. There’s no fresh soul to eat in this taboo, but you’re even more eager than during the second ritual.”
“That tells me you want something from me. Not just Underworld rewards or tasty souls. Something else… something more important.”
Those black eyes glinted, not like gemstones, but like the edge of a blade.
“Bai Shuangying, I hope we can continue being ‘friends’ and communicate properly about everything.”
“Otherwise, whatever you want from me, I guarantee you won’t get it.”
So troublesome, Bai Shuangying thought. He really wasn’t used to coordinating with others when he wanted to do something.
But fine. There was no need to ruin his greater plan over something this minor. Their goals were aligned for now. If it’s a hassle, so be it.
Still, Fang Xiu’s eyes just now looked familiar. Bai Shuangying had the feeling he’d seen them somewhere before. That gaze was defiant, but he didn’t hate it.
“I’ll tell you next time,” Bai Shuangying said.
Fang Xiu grinned brightly. “Mm!”
His eyes were filled with happiness. He always looked at Bai Shuangying like that.
Bai Shuangying couldn’t understand it.
These past days, Bai Shuangying had thought that some attentive care would fully bind Fang Xiu to him.
And it had worked. Fang Xiu was noticeably closer to him. Bai Shuangying could tell.
But through the negotiation just now, he also realized: Fang Xiu didn’t for a second believe that an evil spirit would feel anything for him, not even the most basic camaraderie.
Fang Xiu knew he had ulterior motives. The human’s clarity left Bai Shuangying speechless.
…Since you understand everything, why do you still look at me like that?
…Is that emotion meant to deceive me?
…What are you really thinking?
While Bai Shuangying was still trying to work it out, Fang Xiu had already secured the corpse leg prosthetic and was getting ready to receive guests.
……
Cheng Songyun’s eyes were swollen like peaches. She had clearly cried all night. But something in her had changed, like a leaf that had drifted in the air for too long and finally landed.
Guan He had also managed to sleep through the night. His dark circles had lightened and he looked refreshed.
When the two saw Fang Xiu, they were just about to speak when they were startled by the sight of the corpse leg.
It was completely bloodless, with rough, cracked skin in a sickly wax-yellow hue. It was also covered in curly leg hair, completely out of place on Fang Xiu.
“I have no choice. There’s no proper prosthetic,” Fang Xiu said from the bed, trying to suppress his pained breathing.
Next came the mushroom trio.
They were much more candid. The moment Xiao Tian saw the corpse leg, she screamed and nearly fell over. Song Zheng and Xiao Li recoiled at once, squeezing their double chins.
“Xiao Li, Xiao Li come on!” Xiao Tian shouted as she shoved him forward.
Xiao Li reluctantly stepped up, pulling a peach pit from his pocket and tossing it to the floor.
In the next instant, the pit expanded wildly, turning into a carved miniature boat.
What had seemed like a simple seed revealed itself to be an intricately crafted peachwood boat, complete with carved rowers and passengers. The closest boatman looked around in confusion.
“Why is there no water here again? Ahhh, what are you doing?!”
Xiao Li stepped forward and grabbed the boatman’s paddle.
The boatman couldn’t match Xiao Li’s strengthened strength and stomped in fury. “Pirate! Pirate!”
Before he could shout more, Xiao Li shrank the boat and stuffed it back into his pocket.
Even inside the pocket, the pit continued to thump and emit tiny angry curses.
Xiao Li laughed awkwardly. “It’s made of peachwood. We usually bring it out to repel evil spirits. The people inside are just a bit hot-tempered, that’s all.”
The paddle, still full-sized, was handed to Fang Xiu. “Can you use this?”
“Won’t the boat be missing a paddle?” Fang Xiu asked curiously.
“The boatman will make another one. I don’t know where he gets them from. I even snatched his hat once,” said Veteran Pirate Xiao Li.
Seeing Fang Xiu put away the hairy corpse leg, Xiao Tian finally exhaled.
She patted her chest and looked around. “Hey, where’s that handsome guy in white?”
Fang Xiu: “?”
Song Zheng looked embarrassed. “Xiao Tian!”
Xiao Tian mumbled, “I just saw that super-gross dead hairy leg, and I wanted to cleanse my eyes. That face not being out in the open feels like a waste…”
Fang Xiu nodded approvingly. “You’ve got taste.”
Xiao Tian: “Right?”
Song Zheng closed his eyes. “…You could look at me or Xiao Li too.”
Xiao Tian glanced at them both and politely hummed twice. “Let’s get to business.”
She grabbed a can from Fang Xiu’s prepared breakfast and turned serious.
“I watched A’Qing and Jia Xu yesterday. Jia Xu used the ‘Luck Borrowing Die’ again.”
Guan He was shocked. “Is he crazy?”
Xiao Tian clicked her tongue. “No, Uncle Hou told him to ‘make an impression’. He gathered a bunch of down-and-out folks to watch Jia Xu demonstrate the magic prop.”
“Uncle Hou even publicly said he’d never force Jia Xu to use the die. Anyone who wants to borrow its power has to go through Jia Xu personally.”
“Then what’s the point of showing off?” Guan He didn’t get it.
Cheng Songyun cleared her throat, her voice still hoarse. “Now everyone knows there’s a ‘guaranteed win’ method here. More people will ask Uncle Hou for chips. If they win, great; if they lose, there’s Jia Xu’s die as backup.”
Xiao Tian rolled her eyes. “That ‘backup’ is shaky. After using the die, Jia Xu had terrible luck. He lost several times in a row.”
Fang Xiu paused mid-paddle practice.
Xiao Tian continued, “Though he only gambled three or four times—some poker game I don’t understand. I couldn’t tell if it was bad luck or not. If we’re talking unlucky, A’Qing used to be way worse…”
She sighed as if mourning A’Qing’s misfortunes.
“…Uncle Hou’s starting to target us. His people have been following me and Xiao Tian, asking where Song Ge went. I stuck to our story, that you guys were stubborn and hired Song Ge to explore that ‘Emergency Exit’,” Xiao Li said, glancing nervously at Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu showed no emotion. “And?”
“I heard from Song Ge that the Emergency Exit is full of illusions. It’s really tricky. Some have tried before, and most were scared out. A few even died in there.”
Xiao Li scratched his head. “If you still plan to go today, Song Ge might…”
“Don’t worry. We’re not taking Song Zheng today.” Fang Xiu glanced at Cheng Songyun.
Guan He perked up. “You found a way, Fang Ge? Then tonight…”
Fang Xiu: “You’re not coming either.”
Guan He: “…”
Guan He: “…Huh?”
“Uncle Hou isn’t easy to deal with. Even though it’s only the second night, I need more smokescreens.” Fang Xiu calmly explained, “Tonight, Song Zheng goes to the casino as usual. Act natural. If anyone asks, tell them the Emergency Exit is dangerous. We got separated early on and you think the whole plan is unreliable.”
Song Zheng was honest. “That’s actually accurate.”
“Xiao Guan, you go to the casino too and cash in your blood debt.”
“Jia Xu and the others will come running to check on you. Pretend to waver, like you’ve lost hope following me. But no matter what Jia Xu says, don’t gamble.”
Guan He understood.
A minor abandoning the group to cash out would make anyone think Fang Xiu was in a terrible state.
“Uh, I don’t mind cashing it in. But five hours of just sitting there is kinda weird…”
Fang Xiu turned to Song Zheng. “Here’s the important part. I’m counting on you. Xiao Guan is in your hands.”
“Guan He, once you cash in your 1,000 chips, immediately lend them to Xiao Tian. A’Qing knew she has enhanced luck. Uncle Hou’s side won’t suspect anything for now.”
Xiao Tian pointed at herself, confused. “Me? Lend them to me for what?”
“…To challenge someone and apply a little luck leverage.”
Through the pain, Fang Xiu grinned.
“Let’s turn the casino upside down.”
……
By noon, the room had cleared out.
Fang Xiu polished the peachwood paddle Xiao Li gave him and adjusted his temporary prosthetic.
Really, he still needed a hook hand and a skull eyepatch, he thought, trying to joke to himself.
Bai Shuangying leaned on the edge of the tub watching him with an unreadable expression unreadable, but the ghost and the mountain view outside the window complemented each other perfectly. It was picturesque.
Knock knock.
Just as Fang Xiu was savoring the peace, someone knocked on the door.
He froze, then slowly stood. “Who is it?”
“It’s Mei Lan.” A soft voice replied.
Fang Xiu opened the door. As expected, Mei Lan stood outside, holding a bamboo bowl in both hands, looking nervous.
Her gaze lingered long on his injuries, and there was a trace of pity on her face.
“The water in this Nectar Bowl can purify curses,” she said softly. “May I come in and pour some for you? I don’t know if it’ll help…”
Fang Xiu silently stepped aside. Mei Lan entered with her head down. She looked out at the mountain scenery for a long time before saying again, “It’s really beautiful.”
She didn’t have Jia Xu’s arrogance. She looked exhausted and irritated, with dark circles under her eyes.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Fang Xiu said lightly. “Or maybe… you’re here to spy for Jia Xu?”
Mei Lan: “I just wanted to trade for another can of yellow peaches.”
A few seconds later, she seemed to gather her courage.
“Actually, I don’t want to follow Jia Xu anymore.”
Fang Xiu raised an eyebrow.
Mei Lan lowered her head.
“‘Water Stealth’ isn’t useful here, and I’m not that smart. If I stay with you, I’ll just drag you down. I know this sounds like an excuse, but it’s really how I feel.”
As she spoke, she laid out 35 chips in front of Fang Xiu.
“These past two days, I only played even-odd bets, one at a time. Please believe me. I really don’t want to stay here.”
“You don’t trust me, I understand. I’m not asking to know your plans. I just want to say, if there’s anything I can do…”
Fang Xiu: “Then give me all your chips. If things go badly tonight, I’ll return them before midnight.”
Third Taboo: You must always hold a chip. Lose it, and die.
Mei Lan turned pale. “……”
Handing over all her chips was as good as handing over her life. If Fang Xiu didn’t return them, she’d have to borrow from Jia Xu or Uncle Hou, and they’d surely demand something in return.
Fang Xiu quietly watched her.
Finally, Mei Lan clenched her teeth and handed over all her chips.
“I believe you,” she said nervously.
“I don’t believe you, and I don’t need your trust either.” Fang Xiu took the chips without hesitation. “…But I will win.”
Mei Lan pressed her lips together and said nothing more.
She filled a glass vase with Nectar Water, then left with a can of yellow peaches.
Bai Shuangying, who had been watching. “My body is more effective than Nectar Water.”
Fang Xiu was drinking. Hearing this, he nearly choked through his nose.
“Please say ‘true body’. Your true body, thank you.”
“She’s trying to win your favor. Be careful.” Bai Shuangying ignored the correction and continued.
Clack. Fang Xiu set down his empty can.
“Actually, I’m more concerned about something else. How did Mei Lan know the Bone-Cleaving Blade was cursed?”
Fang Xiu touched the burning edge of his wound and looked toward the closed door.
“Maybe… we really do have a Taoist priest among us.”
Several hours later, night fell for the third time.
The lobby was bustling as usual.
Near the “Emergency Exit”, only Fang Xiu, leaning on his peachwood prosthetic, and the petite Cheng Songyun stood quietly in the shadows, which was completely out of place in the cheerful scene.
As expected, Jia Xu pushed through the respectful crowd and made his way to them.
“Come on, don’t be stubborn. Just one round tonight. I’ll take you. At least get your leg back. You look ridiculous like this!”
The crowd behind Jia Xu had all witnessed the power of the Luck Borrowing Die, and murmurs of envy rippled through them.
Fang Xiu stared at him for a while. “Is it safe following you? I heard your luck was a little off last night.”
Jia Xu’s expression shifted, then turned boisterous. “It was nothing. It’s just a normal unlucky streak.”
“Somebody even researched this. This casino is totally fair! I just hit a statistical outlier…”
“A casino formed from the obsessions of gamblers is, of course, fair.”
Fang Xiu looked at the gaudy sign for Huanxi World.
“But you should know…what’s most terrifying to gamblers is a completely fair casino.”
Knowing there’s no cheating, gamblers only spiral further, because they’re convinced they can still win.
Jia Xu wasn’t listening. His attention was elsewhere.
“You said obsession? I called that on day one. Those three taboos are basically pushing people to win.”
“The obsession that created the Huanxi E is obviously ‘I want to win.’ It’s not hard to guess.”
He spoke with pride, full of “I figured it out first” smugness. He reached out to Fang Xiu like he was pulling him from the mud.
Fang Xiu didn’t move or respond. He leaned against the wall, his whole body trembling faintly from pain.
“Come on, Fang Xiu. I know it’s hard to admit you picked the wrong path.”
“It sucks to admit failure. But you won’t survive another taboo. Come with me.”
Fang Xiu shook his head and didn’t take the hand.
“Goodbye, Jia Xu,” he said softly.
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Xiao Fang is at it again. Cue the suona funeral band.jpg
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A little off-topic ramble~
In the last chapter, someone questioned, “How could someone so kind turn into scum just because of gambling?” It felt too extreme, hard to believe.
I used to think that too.
Our country’s anti-drug awareness is very strong. No one finds it strange when “a social elite becomes trash after taking drugs.”, so they subconsciously think the harm of gambling isn’t that great.
But when it comes to gambling, people subconsciously underestimate the harm.
Maybe it’s because online gambling ads and esports betting are everywhere, and casual card games are common.
Some stories even glamorize gamblers, so people don’t grasp how damaging gambling really is.
So many think:
“Rich and smart people wouldn’t get addicted.”
“Gambling isn’t that easy to access.”
“It won’t change a person’s nature.”
“Once the debts are paid, life can start over.”
It’s precisely this belief that leads to tragedy when encountering a real gambler.
The comments have mentioned it many times, so let me formally recommend:
Please check out [Jie She]—a site with real-life gambling addiction stories.
My fictional tales are nothing. Real-life gambling addicts are even scarier, even more absurd.
There’s a reason sex, drugs, and gambling are always listed together. _(:3 」∠)
And above all, may you never meet a gambler, and may you never gamble yourself!
When Bai Shuangying interacted with humans, many of them came to him seeking healing from pain or illness.
He knew that sometimes, when faced with pain, even death could be considered a release.
He also knew that Fang Xiu was the most pain-tolerant human he had ever seen. But the pain before had at least stayed within natural limits. This time, the E was different. It was pushing human sensory limits to the extreme.
If Bai Shuangying weren’t by his side, Fang Xiu wouldn’t have been able to sleep these past two days.
If this pain were placed on someone else, they’d probably collapse in tears and gamble away 1,000 chips in a frenzy just to make it stop. A weaker person wouldn’t even be able to move.
To be honest, Bai Shuangying was surprised that Fang Xiu could still think clearly.
Although Fang Xiu still seemed composed, Bai Shuangying didn’t want to gamble further.
If Fang Xiu broke another taboo or two, becoming a cripple screaming in agony, it would be the end of everything.
…And this was far from the end.
In front of him, Cheng Songyun bit her lip.
“He should’ve sacrificed me instead,” Cheng Songyun said quietly.
Bai Shuangying looked at her in silence.
“I refused to gamble, so Fang Xiu had no obligation to find human flesh for me. There’s fewer evil spirits here. He could’ve just told me to kill Shang Debao, then taken Guan He to explore.”
Cheng Songyun’s voice carried pain. “All I’ve been thinking about is the past. I’ve been less useful than even Xiao Guan…”
Bai Shuangying said, “In my eyes, you and Guan He are equally useless.”
Cheng Songyun: “…”
“I only know one thing: Fang Xiu isn’t some bleeding-heart. Instead of wallowing in these thoughts, you’d be better off making yourself useful.”
Bai Shuangying was irritated by human whining. Fang Xiu never once complained to him.
Cheng Songyun gave a bitter smile. “Fair enough.”
Bai Shuangying instructed her to sleep on the sofa and not to open her eyes no matter what she saw or heard, until everything was over.
“What do you mean, ‘until everything is over’?” Cheng Songyun asked.
“You’ll know when the time comes.”
Bai Shuangying’s voice was cold as always.
Cheng Songyun sighed and closed her eyes.
At the same time, Bai Shuangying lowered his gaze. The thread of karma trembled violently in his palm, surrounded by countless distortions. It seemed to want to escape his grip, but he held it firmly.
The flow of countless karmic lines rushed before his eyes…into Cheng Songyun’s dream.
……
Cheng Songyun’s life was both ordinary and extraordinary.
She was born in a backwater village and grew up with her childhood sweetheart, Sun Jinfeng. Their families were close and knew each other inside out.
The two of them were inseparable from a young age. They were classmates in elementary and middle school and attended the same high school. But while Sun Jinfeng got into a top university, Cheng Songyun didn’t perform well on the entrance exam and ended up at an average college.
Even so, in the summer of senior year, Sun Jinfeng formally confessed his feelings to her.
Back then, the young man seemed so sincere and full of passion.
Cheng Songyun’s friends didn’t think the relationship would last. They said Sun Jinfeng had a bright future and would soon be surrounded by other outstanding women, and he’d eventually move on.
“Yun Yun, first loves rarely last. Don’t get too attached.” They worried she’d be too heartbroken if it ended and often gave her gentle warnings.
Cheng Songyun never listened.
“I believe in him,” she declared.
…And indeed, Sun Jinfeng didn’t stray.
Throughout college, they stayed in constant contact.
They spent holidays together, exchanged small, cute gifts, and developed a new tradition.
Every New Year, Cheng Songyun would buy two diaries. She wrote in one and gave the other to Sun Jinfeng. They’d fill them up through the year and then swap diaries and start again.
Sun Jinfeng had beautiful handwriting and was meticulous. He saved all his ticket stubs from visiting her, took daily pictures of his window view, printed them out, and stuck them in the journal.
Outside his dorm window was a lush tree and a broad sky. As the seasons passed, the sky changed delicately and beautifully.
He said this way, they could share the same space.
Whenever it was anything but a sunny day, he’d cheerfully write, “It’s cloudy today.”
Even when they fought, they never skipped a diary entry.
After swapping them at New Year, they’d both flip to the same date to see what complaints the other had written about them.
And so, Cheng Songyun’s desk gradually filled with diaries. She sealed them in plastic bags, added moisture-absorbing packets, and imagined the two of them reading them together when they were old while laughing at each other loudly.
They’d be so happy then.
……
By the time they’d exchanged four diaries, they graduated from college.
Sun Jinfeng got a job at a major company in Gui Province while Cheng Songyun took a job in HR at a small firm. They kept up their diary exchange. No matter how busy he was with overtime, he never missed a day.
He used the diary to vent about his boss or share little work stories, like someone’s office turtle dying, or a succulent on the windowsill blooming.
I was late today. My stomach’s acting up today. I missed you a lot today.
It’s cloudy today.
Instead of ticket stubs, he began inserting meal receipts or silly photos from late-night work.
He still took daily sky photos, but the view now was from an office window rather than a dormitory.
The city skyline outside his office was breathtaking.
Eventually, Sun Jinfeng filled up two more diaries and found stability at his company.
Under the New Year fireworks, Cheng Songyun opened the latest diary from him. On the last page, hidden behind a photo of brilliant clouds, was a diamond ring.
She turned around in surprise and saw Sun Jinfeng was holding a giant bouquet.
He proposed.
Cheng Songyun accepted with joy, and he hugged her tightly.
Maybe because they’d known each other so long, married life was even calmer than she imagined, but still happy.
Sun Jinfeng didn’t smoke or drink. He was ambitious, respectful toward female colleagues, and never hung around massage parlors like some of his coworkers. He always let her know when he had to work late or go on business trips.
They never forgot anniversaries and always surprised each other. They weren’t rich, but life was comfortable and smooth.
Just like a “normal family”.
Even after moving in together, they continued writing diaries.
Any little friction they didn’t know how to talk about, or apologies they couldn’t say aloud, they wrote in the diaries.
Whenever the sky wasn’t clear, Sun Jinfeng still wrote with excitement: “It’s cloudy today.”
Cheng Songyun bought a storage cabinet and neatly stored all their diaries with their important documents.
It felt magical, as if her entire life had been packed neatly into that small cabinet.
……
By their fourth wedding anniversary, the cabinet held twenty diaries; ten from each of them. Their daughter had just turned one. Then came a massive upheaval.
The economy was in a slump with layoffs were everywhere. Sun Jinfeng’s entire department was axed. Cheng Songyun also lost her job.
With a baby to raise and a mortgage to pay, their severance packages wouldn’t last long.
After much thought, Cheng Songyun said bravely, “Let’s sell the house.”
Sun Jinfeng’s eyes turned red.
“This house is too big. It feels empty. The market’s still good. We can sell it for a lot,” she said calmly.
“We’ll buy a smaller secondhand place. Even if it’s old, it’s fine, as long as it’s near a good school.”
Looking at the home they’d so carefully decorated, Sun Jinfeng’s voice was choked. “It’s my fault… You and our daughter shouldn’t have to suffer…”
Cheng Songyun shook her head with a smile. “This isn’t suffering. As long as we’re together, it’s enough.”
She pulled him to the computer, pointing out a modest home. “The price is fair, and it’s well laid-out. It’ll hold its value…”
Sun Jinfeng hugged his wife and looked at the sample picture on his phone.
The house wasn’t big, with only two bedrooms and a living room. The decoration looked old and there wasn’t an elevator. However, there was a big window in the living room that captured the scenery outside that looked as if it came from a painting.
The price really was appropriate. If they traded in their current house, they’d have an extra million in cash.
“This time, we don’t need to settle for a fully furnished house. We’ll design and renovate it ourselves,” Cheng Songyun said with a smile.
And she followed through. They decorated their small home into something cozy and warm. Just looking at it filled them with hope.
On the day they officially moved in, Sun Jinfeng carried their daughter in his arms and took one step after another toward their new home. He kissed his daughter on the cheek with a faint smile on his face.
“Wife, thank you.” As he stepped through the doorway, Sun Jinfeng turned around and said this to Cheng Songyun with sincerity.
Afterward, Sun Jinfeng tapped into his old connections and began the difficult journey of starting his own business. He was so busy his feet barely touched the ground.
With no one else to care for their daughter, Cheng Songyun took on all household responsibilities, raised the child, and worked a temp job. Every day she was busy from the moment she opened her eyes until she closed them.
Things didn’t go well for Sun Jinfeng. His company devoured money like a bottomless pit. His diary entries were filled with self-doubt, pain, and anxiety.
But he still remembered to take a photo of the sky through the office window every day.
Cheng Songyun’s relatives couldn’t stand it anymore and quietly urged her to divorce. Everyone said that nine out of ten startups fail, and it was clear Sun Jinfeng was heading toward ruin. Cheng Songyun was working herself to the bone, practically a widow, and might end up saddled with debt.
Cheng Songyun firmly refused.
“I believe in him,” she said.
…In the fourth year of his startup, Sun Jinfeng succeeded.
The day he turned a profit, he rubbed her rough hands and cried so hard he almost passed out.
Sun Jinfeng became a multimillionaire overnight.
He was known for doting on his wife and daughter and never strayed. He bought a beautiful large apartment, and the family moved into a high-end community. But they still kept their old, worn-down little home.
The storage cabinet now held thirty diaries. It was getting crowded. Cheng Songyun cleared out a separate small room to store them as a study.
That year, she was 33 years old.
The following years were smooth and happy.
When she turned 40, Sun Jinfeng declared he was financially free and retired. The couple traveled occasionally and spent the rest of their time caring for their daughter.
Their diaries kept increasing, now covered with photos of their travels.
Sun Jinfeng even bought an expensive camera and insisted on photographing the weather, which their daughter teased as being overly sentimental.
It’s cloudy today.
He wrote that line over and over, from their youth at 18 or 19, all the way into their 40s, when his hair had begun to turn gray.
……
When did things start to go wrong? Cheng Songyun still didn’t know.
She only remembered that in the New Year of her 43rd year, they didn’t exchange diaries.
Then she discovered their savings account was empty. Sun Jinfeng laughed it off, saying he had lent the money to a friend and told her not to worry.
Then her jewelry disappeared. Cheng Songyun wanted to call the police, but Sun Jinfeng said it was just a stroke of bad luck and warned her that involving outsiders might bring retaliation. So the matter was dropped.
Eventually, debt collectors came knocking.
She suddenly realized the house was no longer theirs, the home wasn’t their home anymore.
Sun Jinfeng wept bitterly, slapping himself and frantically apologizing.
He said he had gambled and fallen into someone’s trap.
It started with a refusal to accept failure. He just wanted to win back a little money. But he got hooked. The savings were gone. The house was gone.
But he swore to heaven he didn’t owe anyone money.
“Yun Yun, let’s start over, okay?”
Sun Jinfeng clung to her sleeve. “I promise. I won’t gamble anymore. I really won’t. If I do, may I die a horrible death.”
Cheng Songyun was dizzy for half a day. She couldn’t understand. How could such a large sum of money just disappear, without a trace?
Maybe it was because they’d had it too good for too long, she thought. They’d been through hardship before. They’d supported each other for half their lives. How could she just leave him now?
If Sun Jinfeng could change, everything would be okay again.
So they moved back into that shabby old house.
Sun Jinfeng started job hunting. Cheng Songyun returned to working temp jobs.
But their daughter, home for summer vacation, reacted strongly. She firmly advised her mother to divorce.
“He already gambled away the house. He’ll never change! Mom, you have to divorce him. It’s not too late!” her daughter pleaded.
Cheng Songyun was silent for a long time.
“I believe in him,” she sighed. “Sweetheart, you’re still young. Not everything is so black and white.”
“When he had money, our family was just fine. If I leave him now that he’s down, that’s not how a person should be.”
Her daughter stomped her foot in frustration.
“He didn’t care about you at all when he lost everything!”
Cheng Songyun: “Your dad isn’t bad at heart. He’ll change. I’ll make sure he does.”
She kept writing in her diary, recording every day’s pain and hope. Maybe this diary would have a chance to be given to him. No, it definitely would.
Today, I got a message from a debt collector. He took out a loan under my name.
Today, I found out he’s still gambling. He secretly hid a phone.
Today, he hit me for the first time.
The moment he hit her, Cheng Songyun was completely stunned. When Sun Jinfeng realized what he had done, he dropped to his knees and started sobbing again.
“It’s my fault. I actually owed 800,000 before…” Sun Jinfeng choked through red, teary eyes. “I just didn’t want you two to suffer. At my age, I can’t do much anymore. How can I repay 800,000…”
“Yun Yun, I just wanted to keep this house. I didn’t want to sell it. It’s our home…”
She still believed him.
The second time he hit her was because she noticed the family’s camera was missing and questioned him. He became furious and slapped her on the spot.
Afterwards, he once again apologized with tears in his eyes.
“I couldn’t control myself. I won 200,000 in one go… I should’ve stopped while I was ahead…”
“I know you’re disappointed. Really, just this once. I’ll never gamble again!”
She still believed him.
Then came the third time. The fourth…
Cheng Songyun kept writing in her diary. She realized she was going numb. The first time she saw tears in his eyes, her heart had twisted with pain. Now, when she saw his face full of tears, she felt nothing.
She pulled out their college diaries and gently traced the words “It’s cloudy today” with her fingers.
The most recent time he hit her, he almost broke her leg. She looked at the bloated, roaring man before her and suddenly couldn’t recall what he used to look like.
Had she said something wrong? Or failed to find the right way?
…She still wanted to believe him, but she was reaching her limit.
When Sun Jinfeng learned she wanted a divorce, he flew into a rage.
“You ever earned a cent in your life? Haven’t you lived off me this whole time? Now that I’m broke you want to run? Why didn’t I realize before what a whore you are?”
After cursing, he started begging again.
“I’m sorry, Yun Yun… I’m scum, worse than a dog… You’re all I’ve got. Even if I have to deliver food, I’ll pay back the debt. Just trust me this one time, please?”
Then he pulled a knife from the kitchen and, in front of her, cut off his left pinky finger.
Cheng Songyun was shocked by the bloody scene. She rushed him to the hospital and didn’t dare mention divorce again.
Just a bit longer, she thought. This time, he’ll really change.
……
Their daughter graduated from college, found a job, and got married.
She refused to have anything to do with her gambling father and would only meet Cheng Songyun outside the home.
Every time she saw her mother’s bruises, she would try to convince her to leave. And then break down crying.
Outside, the daughter cried. Inside, the husband cried.
Cheng Songyun didn’t know where her life had gone wrong.
She was shocked to find she had adapted to this horrific life.
Now she worked temp jobs, did housework, helped pay off debts, and was occasionally beaten, over and over, day by day.
Sun Jinfeng was still gambling. He wouldn’t even consider working a job that paid a few thousand a month. Whenever she brought up money, he hit her.
He had taken to drinking and would hit her when drunk, too. He knew where to hit without leaving visible bruises. He knew how to avoid punishment. His apologies became more and more perfunctory.
Whenever she brought up divorce, he threatened suicide and threw tantrums.
She had heard that filing for divorce was troublesome and it could take a year or two to resolve.
Sometimes she thought about taking the risk. Other times, she thought, I’m already 49… How many years do I even have left?
Maybe this is just how my life ends, Cheng Songyun thought.
The diary cabinet gathered dust. She hadn’t opened it in a long time.
Things changed at New Year. Her daughter came to her, terrified. Sun Jinfeng had gone to her home asking for money.
To avoid trouble, her daughter had always sent her support payments directly to Cheng Songyun.
But Sun Jinfeng insisted she wasn’t supporting them and even threatened to cause a scene at her workplace.
Her daughter and son-in-law were forced to give him 10,000 yuan just to get rid of him. But in less than three days, he showed up again.
Her daughter, fed up, decided to move. But then…
“Mom, he found Cong Cong’s kindergarten.” Across the table, her daughter was nearly falling apart. “He claimed to be the grandfather and took the child… He had videos with Cong Cong, our contact info… I missed a call, and he took the kid…”
“He’s asking for money again. What do I do, Mom…”
Cong Cong was Cheng Songyun’s grandson, who just turned three this year.
This time, Cheng Songyun stayed quiet for a long while.
She and Sun Jinfeng had been together since they could remember. She knew all his habits.
Like how he always held onto the handrail when going upstairs.
Like how, if alcohol wasn’t put away, he’d drink every drop.
Like how, when he hit her, he always took a slanted step forward.
Five peaceful days passed.
One night, a drunk Sun Jinfeng climbed the stairs with the help of the railing, and saw his wife waiting at the top.
“What now?” he asked impatiently.
Cheng Songyun: “If you need money, just tell me. Don’t ask our daughter.”
“Why the hell not? She’s a damn ingrate!” Sun Jinfeng roared. “I spent hundreds of thousands on her, and now she complains when I ask for a few thousand?”
Cheng Songyun: “But you didn’t raise Cong Cong.”
“Grandpa, hic, Grandpa playing with his grandson, is that illegal? Cong Cong likes me. I’ll go see him again tomorrow…”
Cheng Songyun closed her eyes.
“I’ll say this one last time: If you need money, tell me. Don’t drag the children into this.”
“…Do you remember what you said the first time you climbed these stairs?”
Sun Jinfeng scoffed. “Who remembers that crap?”
He grabbed the railing, stepped diagonally forward to reach for her, but his foot slipped on something slick, like entrails.
His drunk mind didn’t have time to react. He lost his balance and fell.
His hand was less than a fist’s distance from her. In that moment, he looked at her with wide, almost confused eyes.
Cheng Songyun had only meant to teach him a lesson, maybe break his leg. Then she could fully control him. He wouldn’t be able to hit her, harass their daughter’s family, or sneak off to gamble.
Crude as it was, it seemed worth it. She should have done it sooner.
Maybe… maybe she could peel back the layers and find the man she once loved.
That husband had existed for over forty years. The monster before her had only existed for less than ten. He had to still be there, sleeping somewhere, not gone forever.
And so she watched him fall. He hit the steps with a dull thud. He lay limp at the foot of the stairs. Under the flickering motion sensor light, blood spread steadily.
His eyes were still wide, staring blankly at her.
Cheng Songyun gripped the railing and looked down at the familiar yet foreign corpse.
She remembered the first time they’d walked up these stairs. Sun Jinfeng had held their daughter tightly and smiled with pride.
“Our little girl’s been through enough. I’ll buy her a big house someday. I swear I’ll never let her suffer again.”
He had kissed her cheek gently, afraid his stubble would hurt her.
Just now, he said: Who remembers that crap?
She stared into those bewildered, shocked eyes.
She remembered the first day they sent their daughter to preschool. Sun Jinfeng had been even more reluctant than she was.
“Kids grow up so fast,” he had said in a daze. “It’s too fast… What if she’s scared inside? Can’t we wait a little longer before sending her?”
A few days ago, he had taken their grandson from preschool, just to squeeze out some money. And said he would do it again.
At last, Cheng Songyun looked at the blood. Under the light, it was blindingly red. Just like the bouquet Sun Jinfeng had used to propose.
“I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life!”
She had never seen him so serious.
Now he was dead.
That moment she realized this, her first thought wasn’t fear, but surprise.
She would never get her husband back. That “It’s cloudy today” written in the year she turned 42. That was his final note to her.
…But how could that be the end?
She couldn’t stop thinking of the diaries. Of sky after sky.
Cheng Songyun slowly squatted down expressionlessly, her body like a puppet.
…Had she done something wrong? Not done enough? Failed to save him?
…Could there have been a different ending?
In a daze, a red thread slithered from the corpse, like a snake, and came to her. She instinctively grabbed it.
A flood of obsessions poured into her mind. Somehow, she knew they belonged to the dead man at the foot of the stairs.
[I must make a comeback. Or what was the point of my life?]
[I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win I want to win…]
She searched for more, but found nothing.
No regret. No anger. No fear.
No home. No her. No daughter.
Not even the weather today.
It turned out, a person could be alive, yet already dead.
It turned out, their ending had been decided long ago.
Cheng Songyun clutched the red thread. Silent tears streamed down her face. Then she began to sob uncontrollably.
In endless pain, everything turned to pure white.
Cheng Songyun opened her eyes, her face soaked in tears.
“Very good. You’ve understood.”
In Bai Shuangying’s palm, the red thread was now solid, almost tangible.
Cheng Songyun sniffled and moved her lips. “You were watching the whole time? You…”
“No need to worry. I won’t judge.” Bai Shuangying’s face was still expressionless. “…It’s just a common tale from the human world.”
Bai Shuangying fixed his gaze on Cheng Songyun. “If you fully accept the karmic bond, I’ll be able to clearly reveal the threads of karma.”
Cheng Songyun unconsciously clasped her fingers together. “What does it mean to accept karma?”
Fang Xiu had shared some of his theories with them, including the idea that “the E is connected to karmic threads”. Unfortunately, none of them really understood metaphysics, and even Fang Xiu couldn’t explain much in detail.
Professional Bai Shuangying: “You still have emotional knots. You haven’t accepted this karmic bond, so the thread is unstable. Once you comprehend it, once you figure it out, you’ll naturally know how to stabilize it.”
Fang Xiu: “Uh… can you put it in plainer terms?”
Every time metaphysics came up, Bai Shuangying started talking like he was speaking in tongues.
“It’s a kind of instinct. Hard to describe.” Bai Shuangying glanced at him again.
Fang Xiu: “…”
He couldn’t help but think of a class genius he once knew.
Fang Xiu was smart, always in the top three in his grade. But his good grades came from consistent studying, not innate talent.
He’d seen real prodigies. There was a guy in his class who was a total math whiz but average in all the humanities. Fang Xiu would sometimes ask him for help with math problems, and the way that guy talked was exactly like Bai Shuangying.
…It’s so troublesome to explain in words. Isn’t it something you just see and get?
Natural instinct geniuses are just too hard to deal with, Fang Xiu sighed.
Guan He: “Sounds like she needs to resolve her emotional knots first? Let’s help Auntie Cheng with that before anything else.”
Fang Xiu shook his head lightly. “Guan He, think about yourself. Do you think emotional knots are that easy to untie?”
Guan He instantly went silent.
Humans are emotional creatures, after all. How could they easily let go of the shadow of death and the tangle of love and hate with just a few words?
Cheng Songyun lowered her eyes, nervously twisting her fingers. “Sorry, I’ll try to think of something…”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. There’s definitely more than one solution. Don’t stress about it, Cheng Jie. Emotional clarity takes time. Rushing it only traps you deeper in the maze.” Fang Xiu’s tone was relaxed. “Let’s go upstairs first.”
Cheng Songyun, Guan He: “???”
Wait, wasn’t this place supposed to be super dangerous? And now they’re just going up like that?
Fang Xiu only smiled and said nothing.
He walked up to one set of stairs first. As soon as he lifted his foot past the step, he stepped into thin air.
“Looks like this path is no good.”
The second stairwell, however, allowed them to go up.
The group started testing each path one step at a time, slowly working through by brute-force exploration.
Guan He swallowed hard.
The darkness was thick, and the ghost flame only lit up a small area. The space around them was a twisted labyrinth of flipped spiraling staircase. It was like walking through an endless nightmare where they couldn’t even identify the start and end.
Worse still, these stairs mixed reality with illusion. Even basic spatial orientation—up, down, left, right—was distorted by hallucinations.
Some spots looked like floors and stairs, but stepping on them meant falling through thin air.
Others looked upside down but were safe to walk across. One railing looked perfectly normal, until the moment someone tried to grab it and nearly went tumbling headfirst.
At the front, Song Zheng was cautious to the extreme.
After four hours, they had only managed to climb two floors.
When they reached the twenty-ninth branching point, they hit another dead end and had to carefully turn back again. There were still many more forks waiting to be tested.
Guan He was dizzy and disoriented. “At this rate, how long are we gonna be stuck here…”
…If they come back tomorrow, will the layout reset?
…If they have to do this all over again, will they even be able to find this spot again?
…And when they leave tonight with nothing to show for it, Fang Xiu’s going to slice off another thirteen pounds of flesh!
This pace was suffocating. For a brief moment, Guan He even considered just joining Song Zheng’s “guess the size” game. At least they could rest and sort their thoughts.
Reaching a narrow and steep high stair, Guan He stopped and leaned over his knees, panting.
Even though it was a descent, Song Zheng still led the way up front. Seeing Guan He gasping, he chuckled.
“Tired, huh?”
Song Zheng stood steadily on the next platform and held out both hands. “Come on, I’ll help you up. Watch your step.”
The “Murderous Intent Seismograph” in his hands was completely quiet.
Guan He leaned forward, about to reach out, when Fang Xiu grabbed his arm from behind.
“Thank you for your company,” Fang Xiu said to “Song Zheng” on the platform. “As an illusion, you really are thoughtful.”
Guan He: “?!”
Cheng Songyun staggered, nearly losing her balance. Bai Shuangying tilted his head at “Song Zheng”, narrowing his eyes. A few seconds later, a flash of surprise crossed his gaze.
…It really was an illusion.
This illusion was so natural. Bai Shuangying had been scanning the surroundings and hadn’t tested Song Zheng at all.
Now, he turned to his human, eyes full of interest. Fang Xiu had no knowledge of metaphysics, so how had he figured it out?
“Song Zheng” kept a straight face. “Don’t joke around. We’ve been together this whole time… Fang Xiu, are you okay? You sure you’re not under a spell?”
Guan He instinctively glanced back and forth between Song Zheng and Fang Xiu. Cheng Songyun firmly grabbed him and stood on Fang Xiu’s side.
Fang Xiu smiled. “The Huanxi E is really intelligent, but it still can’t replace a human. You slipped up at the very beginning. I just wanted to see how you’d make your move.”
“Thanks to you, I understand this place much better now.”
Guan He: “Slipped up at the beginning?!”
He hadn’t noticed anything strange about Song Zheng.
Fang Xiu glanced at the two and explained, “When we first arrived, he said, ‘lucky ones lost half, unlucky ones were wiped out.’”
“If it were really that dangerous, would Song Zheng have waited until we got in here to tell us?”
Guan He: “Ah…”
Song Zheng crossed his arms. “People slip up. What’s the big deal?”
“So then I targeted you with killing intent, but your ‘Murder-Intent Seismoscope’ didn’t react.” Fang Xiu said, “An illusion is an illusion. Fake things don’t cut it.”
Cheng Songyun and Guan He: “…”
Killing intent is something you can just casually whip up like that…?
“Your killing intent wasn’t pure.” Song Zheng frowned. “Alright, enough messing around. Let’s head back first.”
Fang Xiu didn’t budge. “And lastly, the place you’re standing? There’s nothing there.”
“If Xiao Guan had stepped down, he’d have fallen straight down the stairs. Then you’d cover it up as an accident, and we’d rush to help, making it easier for you to trick us into falling too.”
The expression disappeared from Song Zheng’s face.
A second later, “Song Zheng” bared his teeth and gave the same smile that the casino host would welcome guest with.
He—or rather, it—spoke in a creepy, robotic tone. “How did you know there was no floor there?”
Fang Xiu shifted the ghost flame to his middle finger, then flipped it up. “Don’t underestimate humans, lines of code.”
“Song Zheng” stared at him for a few seconds, then burst like a soap bubble and vanished.
Fang Xiu caught his breath and stepped to the front of the group. “From here on out, I’ll lead. Don’t step wrong.”
Having just grazed past death, Guan He broke out in a cold sweat. His legs had gone weak and he sat down for a while before he could even move.
“What about the real Song Zheng?” Cheng Songyun asked worriedly.
Seeing they weren’t in the mood to go on, Fang Xiu decided to take a break too. “He was probably lured away by another illusion. Let’s hope his instincts and skills are enough.”
Guan He was still panting. “What even is this place? Could we be illusions? Could everyone be illusions?”
Fang Xiu laughed: “The Huanxi E is just a gambling app. It’s not that smart. Think about it… It doesn’t have the ability to ‘create’ things.”
All those apartment rooms were connected by karmic threads. They all exist in reality.
The stunning casino games and unrealistically beautiful staff were just enhancements on the idea of “sexy dealers dealing live”.
Even the fancy food, villas, and lovers on the menu all needed people to choose them first. After that, the Huanxi E probably scours its “karmic database” for the info and modifies it.
That dazzling “Huanxi World” was, in the end, built from human imagination and karma.
“…Right now it can only fake the setting, throw in a phony version of Song Zheng, and hope we slip up.”
Saying that, Fang Xiu couldn’t help but sighed.
“Because up to now, we’ve never ‘used’ the app. It has no karmic ties to our lives.”
Under the ghostly red light, both Guan He and Cheng Songyun froze.
It was true. They’d never gambled, never redeemed any chips. That free token had been hoarded, used only to block the death taboo.
Guan He felt a cold shiver crawl up the back of his neck. “Don’t tell me…”
“Yup. This is the ‘easiest mode’ of the ‘Emergency Exit’.” Fang Xiu said, “If people who’ve traded away loved ones with blood debts came here… The Huanxi E knows their karma inside out. Those illusions would be something else.”
Guan He looked around at the pitch-black surroundings, the staircase chaos like a drunk Hogwarts. He felt that “easiest” was… arguable.
Cheng Songyun seemed lost in thought. She dug her nails into her palm expressionlessly.
“So that’s it for tonight.” Her tone was a bit unhinged. “We know what it looks like in there but still don’t know how to walk it. If I can resolve my emotional knots and stabilize the karmic thread…”
“Cheng Jie, aren’t you curious?” Fang Xiu cut her off. “Why did I know that platform was actually empty? Even the Huanxi E was curious.”
Cheng Songyun stared blankly at him.
Fang Xiu spoke softly, “No matter how the Huanxi E decorates it, its still just illusions overlaid on reality. Which means, we’re inside a real, physical building.”
At present, from what he could tell, the “Emergency Exit” was special. There was no karmic interference from others here.
If the casino was like a movie set slapped on reality to confuse everyone equally, then for the three of them, the Emergency Exit was like a lightly airbrushed version; it was still masking things, but closest to reality.
Fang Xiu wasn’t sure yet what the place meant, or where it led.
But the Huanxi E was clearly terrified of the Emergency Exit. That had to mean it was their best breakthrough point.
After entering, Fang Xiu had memorized every step, every climb, building a mental model of the structure.
After all, real buildings follow logic. If he could figure out the real stair layout, he could pinpoint the voids and fake turns. Once he fully understood it, the illusions would no longer work on him.
Hopefully, this building isn’t too complex, he thought.
“Here, I can deduce the real layout from the path we walked.” Fang Xiu smiled at Cheng Songyun. “It’s slower than tracing the karmic line, but we should have enough time. Just go at your own pace.”
Cheng Songyun responded quietly, nails still digging into her palm.
At 11:30 p.m., a flash of light returned them to the lobby. Fang Xiu quickly scanned the area and spotted Song Zheng curled up on the ground in a defensive crouch.
He looked more like a mushroom in that position.
Fang Xiu: “Mr. Song.”
Song Zheng: “…Ah!”
Song Zheng staggered to his feet, looking like his legs were numb, and cursed under his breath. Seeing the three of them were okay, he finally relaxed.
“Shit. That place is fucked up,” Song Zheng shuddered. “As soon as I walked in, I was back at the office, you know? All my coworkers were there, asking me to go to lunch…”
His intuition had screamed. He’d immediately squatted down and didn’t move an inch.
No matter what his “coworkers” said, or even when his “boss” came to yell at him, Song Zheng didn’t react at all. He held that defensive position and stayed there for five straight hours.
Fang Xiu: “You didn’t see any stairs?”
“Stairs? What stairs?” Song Zheng was bewildered.
Seeing the casino doors were open, Fang Xiu winked at his two teammates, then said to Song Zheng, “We’ll talk in detail tomorrow.”
……
Inside the mountain-view room, Fang Xiu was skillfully butchering Shang Debao.
The good news: Shang Debao’s corpse hadn’t rotted. It was well-preserved. This time it was half an arm and a full right leg, about 40 pounds of human flesh was carved off.
No one knew whether it would become “free rice porridge”, or someone’s “custom gourmet meal” on their dinner table.
After dismembering the body, Fang Xiu rolled up his left pant leg above the knee. Though he was thin, his bone structure was excellent, and his skin was clean and smooth.
“Bai Shuangying, I’ll trouble you again today.” His tone was light.
“Why the left leg?” Bai Shuangying asked, puzzled.
Fang Xiu had already lost his left arm. For balance, removing the right leg would make more sense.
Fang Xiu touched the smooth, intact calf. “Not the right one. It has a scar.”
Bai Shuangying: “The others won’t even taste the difference.”
Fang Xiu burst out laughing, nearly tearing up from it.
“That scar’s important. I want it to stay with me a bit longer,” he explained vaguely.
Bai Shuangying said nothing and silently accepted the bone-cleaving knife. Under the moonlight, the blade flashed cold.
…Another perfectly weighed thirteen pounds of flesh.
Unfortunately, Fang Xiu was too skinny. He couldn’t keep the kneecap. Only his left thigh was left.
Yesterday’s pain hadn’t faded, and now a new, larger wound had joined in.
Fang Xiu hissed sharply, his eyes reddening with pain. Even so, he forced himself to stay upright, wobbling but not falling.
“Cut off Shang Debao’s left leg for me. I need a prosthetic,” Fang Xiu said hoarsely, pointing at the body.
Bai Shuangying: “I can carry you.”
“Thanks, but not yet,” Fang Xiu managed a weak smile. “I’m not that pathetic just yet.”
Shang Debao’s corpse had stiffened. He’d been fairly sturdy, and his leg was a bit thicker than Fang Xiu’s. Bai Shuangying cut it to the correct length, but the girth was off.
Fang Xiu didn’t complain. He silently tore apart the left side of his pants and strapped the oversized corpse-leg to himself.
Without a knee, movement was difficult. He couldn’t bend it at all. The leg could only be dragged along the ground, providing minimal support.
The image was pitiful, which made Fang Xiu quite pleased.
If he had time tomorrow, he’d try to find a stick or something. Maybe he could use it as a cane for climbing stairs… Damn, the new wound hurt even worse than the old one.
The intense pain blurred his vision and gave him tinnitus.
Fang Xiu sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing his forehead against his ghost’s chest and abdomen, soaking in that cool comfort.
As he suspected, Bai Shuangying didn’t offer any sympathy or consolation.
An icy hand lightly touched the top of Fang Xiu’s head, hovering just close enough to feel, but never quite settling.
Then Bai Shuangying said, “I looked closely. Inside the ‘Emergency Exit’, the illusions are precise but lack any design for change. When you go back in tonight, it’ll still be the same as yesterday.”
Fang Xiu: “…Good. That saves us a lot of trouble.”
Bai Shuangying nodded.
The room fell into silence, broken only by Fang Xiu’s labored, pain-filled breathing.
Bai Shuangying reached out and untied the bandages around Fang Xiu’s left leg. The ugly corpse-leg landed on the floor with a dull sound.
Before Fang Xiu could react, Bai Shuangying scooped him up and tucked him under one arm.
Fang Xiu: “???”
Now that he’d lost twenty-six pounds of flesh, he weighed less than a hundred and thirty-two pounds. Carrying him was no different from carrying some luggage.
His ghost dumped him in the bathtub with a splash, then jumped in after him. The familiar icy water hit the wound, making Fang Xiu shudder.
Before he could speak, Bai Shuangying’s true form emerged from the water and gently covered Fang Xiu’s eyes.
Bai Shuangying: “Rest.”
With his eyes covered tightly, Fang Xiu flailed for a moment. “But we still need to help Cheng Jie catch the ghost…”
“Rest,” Bai Shuangying repeated. “This is a command from a friend.”
Friends don’t give each other commands…
Fang Xiu thought that, but still kept quiet, obediently sinking into Bai Shuangying’s body. Anyway, Cheng Jie was just next door. If he was late, she and Guan He would probably come find him.
…A short nap counts as resting, right?
Fang Xiu closed his eyes.
His two wounds were numb and cold, the pain fading into a dull ache. Surrounded by Bai Shuangying, he felt safe and relaxed.
After two days of torment, he fell asleep almost instantly.
The next moment, Bai Shuangying opened his eyes. His pale gaze turned in a certain direction, glowing faintly in the dark.
Next door.
Cheng Songyun was just about to step out when a white phantom suddenly appeared before her. She opened her mouth to scream, but caught herself. Her dead husband didn’t have such long black hair, nor was he this young or handsome.
It was Fang Xiu’s seductive ghost. What was he doing here alone?
The phantom of Bai Shuangying loomed over Cheng Songyun got straight to the point. “I’m here to teach you how to stabilize karma.”
Cheng Songyun immediately focused. “Did Fang Xiu ask you to?”
“Do you want to learn or not?” Bai Shuangying couldn’t be bothered to explain, outright ignoring her question.
“…Yes.”
A seductive ghost probably knew a thing or two about romantic bonds. Cheng Songyun figured he might actually be the right kind of expert for this.
Then Bai Shuangying said, “Tonight, you’re sleeping here. Don’t turn on the Resentful Ghost Shield.”
As he spoke, he hooked his hand, and the red karmic thread gently coiled around his elegant fingers in an intimate gesture.
Bai Shuangying continued expressionlessly. “Your husband didn’t become a ghost and still has lots of lingering karma. That means he died with strong attachments. I’ll help you identify his obsession.”
“From here on, it’s up to you.”
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While writing this, I suddenly thought of that doodle of the little stick figure hugging a cat and escaping through the “Emergency Exit”…
In the time that followed, Fang Xiu had no choice but to give his ghost a crash course on modern apps.
After spending a day in the human world, Bai Shuangying caught on quickly. He believed “apps” were illusions crafted by humans using programming techniques and required a screen to manifest.
Illusions created by evil spirits consumed yin energy while those created by humans consumed electricity. Both aimed to captivate the human mind. The difference wasn’t all that great.
Fang Xiu was silent for a long while, unable to find a single point to refute.
“Not a bad spell, but the name is too peculiar.” Bai Shuangying commented, “The phone’s too small, and the illusions here are too strong. At this point, tracing by karma is more reliable… Why are you laughing?”
“No reason. Just feels like we’re real partners.”
Fang Xiu lowered his shoulder beneath the “surface” to let Bai Shuangying’s true form flow over his wound. The pain had made it burn before, but now it felt like a cold tongue was licking the injury, more soothing than a hot bath.
After a while, Bai Shuangying finally responded. “Neither of us likes this place. Naturally, we should work together.”
“How about you eat some headless spirits first?” Fang Xiu worried again, remembering his ghost hadn’t eaten in a day and a night.
The jade Buddha was too precious to use, but he could feed the small token to the meal card.
Bai Shuangying: “You’re missing limbs. You should keep it for protection.”
“No other options?” Fang Xiu sighed. “Like, maybe don’t kill anyone, just shave off a bit of their living soul?”
Bai Shuangying: “There is.”
Fang Xiu: “I knew it was—wait, what? You said there is?!”
Bai Shuangying nodded distractedly. “There are three main ways for evil spirits to consume living souls.”
“First, killing to take the soul. That’s what we’ve always done.”
“Second, setting up arrays to raise evil spirits. Practitioners can draw formations to extract essence and soul energy to nourish evil spirits, either to control them or gain protection.”
In the clear mountain woods, Bai Shuangying’s tone was calm and soft like a cold mountain spring.
Fang Xiu listened intently. “Won’t extracting living soul energy harm the body?”
“No. The soul is like the body. So long as the core isn’t harmed, it can recover.” Bai Shuangying said, “Compared to the body, this is like ‘donating blood’.”
Fang Xiu was tempted. “Then I could…”
“The technique is complex, and you know nothing of the metaphysics,” Bai Shuangying interrupted mercilessly.
Fang Xiu: “…” There’s even a technical barrier?!
Depressed, Fang Xiu asked, “What’s the third method?”
Bai Shuangying: “Third is dual cultivation through intercourse. Evil spirits use sex to harvest essence… Don’t humans love fox spirits and sexy ghosts?”
Before Fang Xiu could react, Bai Shuangying added objectively, “This one you could actually do.”
Fang Xiu froze for two seconds before diving headfirst into Bai Shuangying’s form.
Seeing him curl up into a ball and grow hotter, Bai Shuangying force-cooled him for several seconds. Fang Xiu eventually stuck his head back out.
“I’ll destroy Huanxi E soon. I promise.”
Bai Shuangying looked confused. “What are you so nervous about? I’m not a lust spirit. I won’t do anything to you…”
But before he could finish, Fang Xiu plunged back in, even hotter than before.
……
By noon, Fang Xiu’s body temperature finally returned to normal.
He ate as usual, then fed the mushroom trio. Only Cheng Songyun and Guan He came to get food today. Jia Xu, Blondie, and Mei Lan didn’t show.
Fang Xiu mussed his hair in the mirror, rumpled his clothes, and perfected his “vagrant” disguise before picking up two roast chickens and knocking on Jia Xu’s door.
Bai Shuangying followed, a bit puzzled at what scheme Fang Xiu was brewing.
Jia Xu answered himself, reeking of meat and alcohol. Seeing Fang Xiu’s empty sleeve, a flicker of triumph passed through his eyes.
“Oh no, Fang Xiu, what happened to you? How’d you end up like this?” Jia Xu clicked his tongue sympathetically and stepped aside.
Inside were Blondie and Mei Lan. Jia Xu’s room had power and was brightly lit with various lamps even during the day.
The air conditioning was blasting despite the mild weather.
A large TV played games with booming speakers.
Blondie yelled while holding a controller, surrounded by open snack bags.
Mei Lan sat at the table eating. There were flowers in a vase, several bottles of red wine uncorked, and a spread of elaborate dishes that were Eastern and Western cuisines mixed together, barely fitting on the table.
Seeing Fang Xiu injured, a flicker of guilt crossed her eyes.
Jia Xu took the roast chickens and casually stuffed them into the fridge.
“Sit, sit.” He handed Fang Xiu a list. “Here’s that premium ‘Service Menu’ I promised to show you.”
Fang Xiu took the menu. It now looked anything but tacky, bound in leather with elegant gold embossing.
[Huanxi World Premium VIP Service Menu]
◆ One Night of Pleasure: 100 Chips
◆ Top-shelf Liquor & Tobacco: 100 Chips
◆ Gold & Jewelry: 100 Chips
◆ Room Unlock: 1000 Chips [Redeemed]
◆ Unlimited Premium Meals: 1000 Chips [Redeemed]
◆ 13 Pounds of Human Flesh: 1000 Chips
◆ Perfect Companion: 10,000 Chips / Each
◆ Mansion of Your Choice: 10,000 Chips / Each
◆ Recreate Loved Ones: 10,000 Chips / Each
~Special Offer~
High-End VIP trades: No fees!
Special tools & scales available in-room!
Special needs (e.g., pets, prosthetics) available at the service desk!
Fang Xiu read it carefully.
The food, meal, and clothing options were gone. In their place, offerings requiring tens of thousands of chips had been added.
In other words, one could now fulfill every desire short of “travel” with enough chips, even recreating loved ones from memory.
Jia Xu: “Pretty impressive, right? Even I was shocked.”
His tone didn’t sound “shocked” but rather smug.
Fang Xiu smirked. “Didn’t you only have 1296 chips? How’d you redeem 2000 chips’ worth of services?”
“Jia Ge’s magic item is amazing.” Blondie paused his game.
“Uncle Hou—the fat guy in the foyer—took a liking to him. Called it making friends, and just unlocked unlimited meals for Jia Ge, no payment needed.”
Fang Xiu simply replied with an “oh”.
Blondie: “Hey man, don’t take this the wrong way, but we’ve been eating your roast chicken and snacks nonstop. We’re kinda sick of it now. These meals are top tier. You can order whatever.”
He sighed with envy. “Too bad Uncle Hou didn’t like my sexy drawing. Dude redeemed two ‘Perfect Companions’ who stay with him 24/7. What a life…”
Jia Xu coughed. “I only unlocked room functions. Now I have power, water, internet. I still have 296 chips left. Uncle Hou gave me 4 more to round it up to 300.”
Fang Xiu: “So… Are you planning to live here long-term?”
“Yes.” Fang Xiu didn’t hide the pain and cold sweat.
“I told you yesterday… Even if you couldn’t accept it right away, you should’ve at least gambled once.” Jia Xu sighed loudly. “We’re teammates. If you’re worried about losing your chips, I can lend you some.”
Fang Xiu asked bluntly, “You gamble a lot outside too?”
“Mostly online. Been to a few casinos in Country A.”
Jia Xu held a cigar in his mouth and lit it. “Work is stressful. I just play a few rounds to blow off steam. I’m good with numbers.”
Fang Xiu stared silently.
Uncomfortable under the gaze, Jia Xu added, “Uncle Hou said you’re welcome to borrow chips. He won’t even charge interest. You’ve got 24 hours. Your arm can still be reclaimed.”
“How much did you say?” Fang Xiu suddenly asked.
“Wha-What…”
“You’ve already explained our magic weapons. Uncle Hou knows who I am. So, you’ve probably shared our skills and pasts too, right?”
Blondie interjected, “Hey, hey! Don’t accuse Jia Ge like that! He just called our stuff ‘ghost techniques’. He didn’t go into details…”
In the first two rituals, he and Jia Xu had less experience than Mei Lan.
Having suffered setbacks with Lao Jin, Jia Xu was playing it vague this time.
Of course, he hadn’t admitted Fang Xiu was the team’s de facto leader and just said Fang Xiu was smart.
“Uncle Hou said you can come over anytime. He said since we’re all Jia Ge’s friends, he’ll treat us well.”
Blondie returned to his game. “I think this place is great… I’m living it up.”
Jia Xu stayed silent, just watching Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu had pretty much guessed it. Uncle Hou sent them to test the waters.
“You’re giving up on the first day? Not even gonna try?” Fang Xiu raised his voice, feigning irritation. “We’re here to break the E, not vacation. So, you three are giving up on returning to the human world?”
Blondie: “Dude, look at your state. What are you saying?”
Jia Xu exhaled a puff of smoke. “I think we should talk about this more. Just because you lost an arm doesn’t mean you need to go all-in.”
“Don’t be stubborn tonight. I can introduce you to Uncle Hou. Even if you don’t want to meet him, at least win once. There’s still time…”
Then, in an unusual display of softness, he said, “If you don’t know the rules, I can teach you. You’re smart. Winning should be easy.”
Fang Xiu said nothing.
“I’ll think about it. No promises.” He replied after a while.
Jia Xu nodded with a knowing smile.
“So, what about you three? If I don’t go to the casino, will you help me tonight?” Fang Xiu asked, “I’ve made some discoveries I can share. We still have enough human meat that you won’t need to break taboos.”
Jia Xu smiled helplessly and refused.
Blondie pretended not to hear.
Mei Lan hesitated but said nothing in the end.
Before leaving, Fang Xiu glanced at the feast-laden table.
Jia Xu kindly asked, “Want to take some with you?”
Fang Xiu shook his head and stood outside the door, looking at Jia Xu.
“We’re teammates, so here’s a tip: better not use that Luck Borrowing Dice too much.”
Jia Xu grinned. “Of course. I’m not stupid.”
Fang Xiu was silent for a few seconds, then shut the door.
As soon as it closed, Fang Xiu covered his mouth and gagged.
Bai Shuangying reached for his forehead, but Fang Xiu gently stopped him.
“…I’m fine,” Fang Xiu wiped his face. “Just a little nauseous.”
Bai Shuangying was confused. Jia Xu and Blondie had always been unpleasant. Why such a reaction now?
Then he realized. “You sensed it.”
It was a statement, not a question.
Fang Xiu replied weakly, “Yeah. But don’t bring it up…especially not in front of Song Zheng and the others.”
He shut his eyes, trying to forget the image of that table of food.
In Weishan Village, the food came from offerings preserved by yin energy.
In the Mid-Autumn E, the illusion food was inedible.
But here, corrupted by Huanxi E, everything felt real.
Illusions could distort hunger, temperature, and even give you dreams of spring nights, but they couldn’t fill your stomach. “Unlimited gourmet meals”? Really? Whatever you wanted to eat, you can have it? How was that possible?
…Yet people survived here long-term, which meant they must have eaten something that existed in reality.
…And there was only one thing that could be supplied here continuously.
“13 pounds of meat lasts quite a while,” Fang Xiu muttered. “Hope they don’t eat me tomorrow. How creepy.”
……
That night.
While waiting in the foyer, glances kept coming from Uncle Hou’s side.
Fang Xiu squatted in a corner, putting on a pained, conflicted look and stealing glances toward Uncle Hou.
Cheng Songyun and Guan He silently stood by, with Fang Xiu specifically asking Guan He to keep his distance.
Jia Xu was chatting animatedly with a young man wearing glasses near Uncle Hou and didn’t try to persuade Fang Xiu.
At 6:30, the crowd surged into the casino.
Fang Xiu’s group remained in the foyer, along with Song Zheng.
Once it emptied, Fang Xiu’s fragile expression vanished instantly.
“We’re set.” Song Zheng said. “Xiao Tian and Xiao Li are tracking Jia Xu. That guy’s cozying up with A’Qing, so he’s easy to spot.”
“With Xiao Tian on it, he won’t get away. But why are you watching Jia Xu? Isn’t he your teammate?”
“Think of him as a barometer for fortune,” Fang Xiu smiled.
Song Zheng didn’t get it but didn’t pry.
He looked toward the dazzling casino gate. “If I follow you tonight, we’ll need to pay 13 pounds of human meat. Sure about that?”
Even though his instincts weren’t on alert, he had to ask. Fang Xiu had provided his entire group with food and water, so he didn’t mind breaking the taboo once. One corpse wasn’t enough to share, and Fang Xiu had actually taken out 13 pounds of meat to hire him.
“We won’t be here long.” Fang Xiu winked.
The four of them approached the narrow door labeled “Emergency Exit”.
Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Xiu saw the casino greeters. Not only were they not tense, but their smiles grew even wider.
Fang Xiu retracted his gaze and looked at the narrow door.
It was tiny, no bigger than a bathroom door, and pitch-black beyond the threshold.
The Huanxi E was a gambling app.
The casino and apartments were gambling scenes.
So what did this door represent?
Song Zheng was also scrutinizing it. “I have a bad feeling…”
“This is just the beginning,” Fang Xiu said darkly. “The Huanxi E is powerful. There will be traps. All of you, stay sharp. Don’t trust your senses too much.”
Everyone nodded.
Cheng Songyun clutched her prayer beads and Guan He put on his spirit-vision blindfold.
Curious, Song Zheng examined them, then flipped his left hand.
A brass seismoscope appeared on the back of it. It was small and hovered above the back of his hand. Its eight dragons pointed in eight directions, unmoving as Song Zheng shifted.
Seeing Fang Xiu looking intrigued, Song Zheng explained, “This is my reward for breaking an E, the ‘Murder-Intent Seismoscope’.”
“If anyone nearby harbors murderous intent toward me, a ball will drop from the matching dragon’s mouth and sound an alert.”
“Great choice.” Fang Xiu raised an eyebrow. This skill paired perfectly with Song Zheng’s enhanced intuition.
Song Zheng edged the device toward the door. There was no reaction.
Relieved, he said, “Let’s go in. I’ll take the lead.”
“You two take the middle. I’ll cover the rear,” Fang Xiu instructed.
Song Zheng took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness.
Right before entering, Fang Xiu looked back towards the casino. Seeing that they had no intention of entering, the two greeters were about to close the gate. However, while their head remained still, their face kept twisting to the point where it moved to the side and kept staring at him.
Seeing Song Zheng enter, the smiles on their faces became even brighter. Their two beautiful faces became completely distorted, their eyes narrowed to the point where it almost disappeared, and the corners of their mouths were raised so high it came to their cheekbones.
No human could smile like that.
Fang Xiu took a breath and crossed the threshold.
As soon as he and Bai Shuangying had just stepped in, the door slammed shut. Instantly, the space was pitch-black, filled only with the scent of dust and decay.
Fang Xiu raised his remaining right hand, igniting a red flame.
The ghost-fire illuminated four faces. After observing the surroundings, everyone’s faces were even gloomier than the environment.
Afraid of losing his human, Bai Shuangying pinched the hem of Fang Xiu’s T-shirt.
No wonder. This place was bizarre.
It looked like a “masterpiece” made by “a friend who studied animation for three years”.
Twisting staircases defied gravity and logic, like Escher and Penrose gone wrong, without a hint of artistry.
They were at the bottom. Ahead were three or four staircases leading up, each splitting endlessly.
The ghost-fire didn’t reach far. Who knew where they led?
Song Zheng hissed, “Shit, is this luck-based too?”
How long would it take to reach the end?! And these were illusions… If they stepped wrong in the real world and fell… Well, that would be quite fun.
Guan He no longer reflexively looked to Fang Xiu. He tried to analyze. “Like the casino, we probably have five hours. If we don’t clear it in time, we’ll be forced to exit.”
“These beads can’t suppress the illusion.” Cheng Songyun tightly clenched her beads as she gritted her teeth. “This is ridiculous.”
Their brief hope was crushed by this chaotic scene.
No wonder no one explored here. Compared to this hellhole, gambling was easier.
Fang Xiu: “No wonder the ‘Emergency Exit’ wasn’t lit. Turns out it’s not safe at all.”
Then he realized something. “Song Zheng, you guys never entered this before?”
“No,” Song Zheng said honestly. “We saw other teams try. The lucky ones lost half, the unlucky ones were wiped out.”
“Even with intuition and luck, it’s not worth gambling our lives.”
“But you came in now,” Guan He said. With Fang Xiu here, he wasn’t scared.
Song Zheng shrugged. “We’re running out of chips. Can’t just wait to die. My intuition’s quiet. Should we just pick a path?”
The four stood in silence at the foot of the stairs.
Fang Xiu leaned close to Bai Shuangying and whispered, “Can you dispel this illusion?”
“This place is different from the guest rooms. The Huanxi E’s power is very strong,” Bai Shuangying explained.
He could force it, but doing so meant confronting the Huanxi E directly and drawing the Underworld’s attention.
And Bai Shuangying wasn’t in the habit of sacrificing himself to warm humans. Letting Fang Xiu soak in his true form was already the limit.
“…However, I do have a suggestion.”
His pale eyes slowly turned to look at Cheng Songyun.
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Oh, of course they’ll end up using the third method to feed his ghost.
That’s the real Unlimited Premium Meals. Fang Xiu eats enough for the both of them~
After returning to her “own home” yesterday, Cheng Songyun’s mood was indescribable.
Everything looked just as she remembered. The scenery outside the window was exactly the same as in her memories. She could even see cars coming and going downstairs.
The paper figure Dian Wu had claimed, “The room guarantees physical and mental well-being,” but Cheng Songyun found it absurd. The confusion between illusion and reality was spine-chilling. For a moment, she nearly doubted her own sanity, thinking the entire sacrificial ritual had been a delusion.
If not for the chunks of human flesh Fang Xiu had given her, now lying on the coffee table, she might really have lost her mind.
At midnight, a handsome and composed waiter knocked politely on her door and collected the human meat.
Afterward, Cheng Songyun sank once again into a fog of doubt, occasionally opening the door to confirm that she wasn’t truly at home.
After tossing and turning for half the night, she fell asleep sitting by the door.
Half-awake, she heard sounds in the living room. It was footsteps and someone sighing.
The sigh was terribly familiar… right, it was her husband Sun Jinfeng… Lao Sun…
…But Lao Sun was dead, indirectly killed by her.
Cheng Songyun abruptly snapped awake and looked toward the living room.
Her deceased husband stood in front of the sofa, black blood dripping from the back of his head.
“Where’s the money?” His tone was flat in the darkness. “The money I left here… Where is it?”
This must be a nightmare, Cheng Songyun thought. She swallowed hard and shut her eyes tightly.
The footsteps drew nearer. The air grew colder and colder. Finally, the chaotic noises stopped. Cheng Songyun exhaled in relief and opened her eyes…
Sun Jinfeng’s distorted face was inches from hers, his murky eyes locked onto her.
“Where’s the money?”
He asked, “Where’s the money? Where’s the money? Where—”
By the end, he sounded confused, as if he had forgotten what “money” even meant. He simply stared at Cheng Songyun, silently mouthing words, his teeth stained with dark blood.
Too terrified to even scream, Cheng Songyun flailed her arms in panic, trying to push away this horrifying hallucination, or nightmare, or whatever it was. But she couldn’t touch him at all.
“You’re already dead! You’re already dead…” she cried, clutching her head as blackness clouded her vision. She even forgot to use her ghost shield.
…Then Cheng Songyun woke up, not knowing if she’d come out of a dream or a fainting spell.
Dawn had broken outside the window. The clock in the house read past 4:30 AM.
There were no ghosts in front of her and none in the living room either.
Looking at the familiar decor, Cheng Songyun fell into momentary confusion. Was it all just a dream? Did the sacrificial ritual really exist? Was she not actually schizophrenic?
She propped herself up on the shoe cabinet near the door, swaying as she stood. A family photo of the three of them still sat there, their smiling faces now painfully jarring.
Cheng Songyun, trembling, instinctively picked up the photo.
In the reflection on the glass frame, she saw a face still resting on her left shoulder… her dead husband’s face.
His facial features twitched constantly, his mouth opening and closing erratically, teeth clicking with a sharp tap tap sound.
That sound stabbed into her left ear. Before her brain could even react, her body bolted from the room.
She’d rather stay in that endless hallway than step into that room again.
So, Cheng Songyun sat in front of Fang Xiu’s door until sunrise.
……
Guan He shivered slightly as he listened. “Auntie Cheng, after you hand over the meat tonight, come to my room, okay…”
His room had been perfectly peaceful. The only reason he couldn’t sleep was the sheer mental shock of the day. Compared to Cheng Songyun, his insomnia was downright mundane.
Fang Xiu, on the other hand, was intrigued after hearing her story. “Three rituals now, and I’ve yet to see such an old-school ghost story! I’ll go check it out later, maybe I can catch it.”
He sounded enthusiastic, like what haunted Cheng Songyun’s home wasn’t a ghost, but a cockroach.
Cheng Songyun felt conflicted. “……”
With just a few words, all her terror had become powerlessness.
But maybe he was right. Here, evil spirits could be caught. There was no need to be scared. Everyone just needed to work together and catch them…
Seeing Cheng Songyun’s mood improve, Guan He tried to lighten the atmosphere. “I couldn’t sleep either last night. I kept thinking about taboo violations. Fang Ge, I found a loophole!”
Fang Xiu: “Let’s hear it.”
Guan He wiped his face. “You produce enough food for ten to fifteen days, sell it on the Huanxi World platform to Song Zheng and the others for just 1 chip… The trade completes, so the transaction counts.”
“Then you have them find a criminal to kill, and they give the meat to you for free. Since the food transaction is over and can’t be counted again, I think it works.”
He’d thought so hard trying to find a loophole that his brain nearly short-circuited.
Fang Xiu couldn’t help patting his shoulder. “Nice. You’ve got potential.”
Cheng Songyun’s eyes lit up. “That could work?”
Fang Xiu gave a meaningful smile and continued, “If someone loses all hope and decides to storm the casino and go on a killing spree, that wouldn’t count as violating taboos either.”
Guan He’s expression slowly stiffened as realization dawned.
“…The taboos are fixed, but people are alive,” Song Zheng said, wiping his mouth after finishing his meal. “Fang Xiu really could sell us a ton of food for 1 chip and indirectly get us to kill. The taboo might be fooled, but you think people don’t understand what’s going on?”
Guan He’s face turned bitter. “So it’s still no use…”
Song Zheng sighed. “Since we’ve eaten, I’ll tell you about Uncle Hou.”
“If someone kills inside the casino, they’ll be killed on the spot by Uncle Hou’s people. Fang Xiu had a perfect excuse on his first day here, so they held back… But we’ve been here a month. If we suddenly start killing, we’ll be shot dead.”
Guan He clamped his lips and looked down.
“Think about it. If people just couldn’t win bets, they’d either sell their life or borrow chips from Uncle Hou… Trying to exploit loopholes for human flesh is way more complicated.”
“Only those who break taboos by not gambling would go that far. Not gambling means they’re trying to undo the E. That’s why Uncle Hou’s crew is so sensitive to ‘murder’.”
Song Zheng gave a faintly mocking smile. “Actually, most people here are sensitive to that.”
After listening, Guan He was stunned.
When he first spotted the theoretical loophole, he’d been ecstatic, but it was still useless.
Now that he thought about it, Fang Xiu probably guessed the situation early on. That’s why he killed someone immediately on day one. Now that Uncle Hou’s crew had their eye on them, the “revenge” excuse couldn’t be used again.
Fang Xiu choosing to act brazenly and even get hurt was likely to make Uncle Hou let his guard down, treating it as a naive “newbie trying to lift the E out of habit”.
…Only this way would Uncle Hou’s group stay out of it.
They’d be glad to let Fang Xiu suffer. Ideally, they’d scare off all the fools who dreamed of undoing the E.
The more Guan He thought about it, the lower his head sank.
Fang Xiu patted his back. “Relax. You’ve done way better than in the last two rituals. We adults aren’t all dead yet. What’s the rush?”
Watching this, Song Zheng’s expression softened. “I know more about Uncle Hou. Feel free to ask.”
Fang Xiu touched his wound. “No need.”
Song Zheng raised an eyebrow.
Fang Xiu: “I don’t want to play by his rules.”
Time was precious. Whether it was the casino’s rules or society’s, they were just pointless distractions.
He had only one goal: find and destroy the Huanxi E.
…Because every extra day he stayed here, he’d take another wound. And Bai Shuangying would go hungry another day.
Fang Xiu quietly stewed, then turned to Song Zheng. “If we’re going to cooperate, I need your side to fully comply. No objections?”
Xiao Tian and Xiao Li both turned to Song Zheng.
Song Zheng chugged a drink and exhaled loudly. “I already said, just keep feeding us.”
Then he smiled. “Oh right, my Underworld blessing is ‘enhanced intuition’.”
Xiao Li was shocked. “Bro, you just tell them outright?”
“Because this time my gut feeling’s great,” Song Zheng said. “You guys too. Spill it. Can’t freeload the food.”
Xiao Li wiped his mouth and nodded. “My ability’s ‘enhanced strength’… Oh, and A’Qing had ‘enhanced intellect’. The guy he took away had ‘enhanced negotiation’.”
He casually sold out his ex-teammates.
Xiao Tian put down her pastry. “Mine’s ‘enhanced luck.’”
Guan He couldn’t help blurting out, “Huh, enhanced luck…?”
With that kind of OP ability, Xiao Tian didn’t go gamble? Jia Xu had already strutted around just from using the Luck Borrowing Dice.
Xiao Tian looked at him, smiling with crescent eyes. “Kiddo, do you think ‘winning chips in this hellhole’ is lucky, or ‘surviving until now and finding a turning point’ is lucky?”
Guan He mulled it over.
Cheng Songyun was much more decisive. “So what’s the plan this morning. Do we keep exploring?”
Fang Xiu: “I was thinking…”
Bai Shuangying: “I want to inspect all your rooms first.”
He manifested and stood right beside Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu’s eyes widened in shock. The others weren’t just shocked, they were stunned.
A man in white appeared out of nowhere. Song Zheng jumped back in terror and nearly knocked over Xiao Li. Xiao Tian stared at Bai Shuangying’s face, her half-eaten snack dropping from her mouth.
“Wow, I really am lucky,” after a while she said, genuinely touched.
Fang Xiu awkwardly stepped forward, trying to block the taller Bai Shuangying. “This is my ghost, Bai Shuangying.”
Bai Shuangying had zero interest in socializing. He coldly repeated, “I want to inspect your rooms.”
As if everyone in front of him were no more than insects in autumn.
Fang Xiu tugged on his sleeve and whispered, “Why’d you come out?”
Bai Shuangying glanced at him. “You expect me to act out a ritual with you helping from the side? You’re unwell. Save your energy.”
Fang Xiu paused, then smiled. “Alright.”
If he remembered correctly, this was the first time Bai Shuangying had actively volunteered to investigate.
Fang Xiu had planned to focus on exploration at night. He had plans for midday, but nothing for the morning. Now that his own ghost had spoken up, he was happy to go along.
Of the six present, only Cheng Songyun’s and Xiao Li’s rooms had karmic traces.
Cheng Songyun’s husband, Sun Jinfeng, was a gambler. Xiao Li’s cousin gambled online.
Xiao Li had lent his cousin a lot of money, and they always fought. One day while driving, they argued again and got into a struggle. They crashed and the cousin died on the spot.
There was no surveillance, and Xiao Li was badly injured. The incident was ruled an accident in the living world, but the Underworld still counted it as a blood debt.
Everyone in Song Zheng’s group had public blood debts, so they didn’t mind talking about it.
“…He threw the first punch, but I also didn’t hit the brakes. I let go of the wheel,” Xiao Li said. “Our whole group is like this.”
Xiao Tian sighed. “My blood debt happened when I was four. I cosplayed a magical girl with a friend. I pulled her to jump from the second floor. I landed in a bush, she broke her neck…”
Then she looked at Guan He. “You guys have a mix of old and young. Should be similar, right?”
Guan He glanced at Fang Xiu, his gaze shifty. “…Sort of.”
Fang Xiu was busy inspecting Xiao Li’s room.
It had belonged to his cousin, a filthy dump no one would buy. The room reeked, and the sheets were greasy enough to outline a faint yellowish human shape. Xiao Li had been sleeping on the floor in Song Zheng’s room to avoid this cesspit.
Since he didn’t live here, he couldn’t say whether anything paranormal had happened in it.
Bai Shuangying looked at him, then pointed to the trash-strewn bed. “Go sit there.”
Xiao Li hesitated. “Do I have to?”
Bai Shuangying stared at him silently. Xiao Li drew a sharp breath and reluctantly sat down.
As soon as he did, Bai Shuangying waved the Peach Bone Evil, and a blood-red thread of karma appeared.
It floated endlessly in the grimy rental room, one end attached to Xiao Li’s back, the other vanishing into the crack of the door.
Xiao Li jumped. “What is this?”
Bai Shuangying: “You’ve been entangled in your cousin’s karma. Try grabbing the thread.”
“Why is it red? Gross*.” Xiao Li grumbled and reached out.
*Clarity: He’s referring to the red thread of fate that is believed to link two people that are destined to be together. It’s gross because, well, that’s his cousin and two he didn’t even like him as family let alone as more.
As soon as his fingers pinched it, the red thread crumbled like a soaked tissue.
“Not solid enough,” Bai Shuangying said.
Xiao Li: “Yeah, we were like 10% family, 90% financial disputes.”
Bai Shuangying didn’t respond and just turned and left.
Rooms without karmic entanglement were like Fang Xiu’s, white karmic threads so faint they couldn’t be grasped. Still, Bai Shuangying inspected each one.
At last, they arrived at Cheng Songyun’s room.
It was warm and well-lit, without a trace of the horrors she described. Bai Shuangying gave it a quick once-over and told her to sit on the sofa.
Cheng Songyun paled. “That’s where he liked to sit…”
Bai Shuangying summoned the karmic thread and said simply, “Grab it.”
Cheng Songyun reached out and grasped the red thread connected to her chest. It squirmed like an earthworm, then slipped through her palm and vanished.
…But it didn’t break.
Bai Shuangying looked up. “You’re resisting it.”
Cheng Songyun was about to reply when Bai Shuangying vanished into the air.
She fell silent. This glamorous ghost could speak, but he either stayed invisible or monologued, so it was hard to communicate. She had no idea how Fang Xiu dealt with him day-to-day.
Thinking of her own vengeful ghost that only did psychic attacks, Cheng Songyun sighed.
I hope Xiao Fang isn’t under too much pressure, she thought.
……
After inspecting the rooms, the two groups parted ways. Since they’d just established cooperation, Song Zheng wanted to debrief his team privately. Fang Xiu understood.
He scheduled a midday meetup and returned to his mountain-view suite.
As soon as the door closed, he leaned happily against Bai Shuangying.
His wound was against his icy ghost while the sunlight streamed on his back. It was the most effective painkiller on earth. The floral scent of Bai Shuangying’s body even relaxed him for a few seconds.
Bai Shuangying, finding the posture uncomfortable, simply picked Fang Xiu up and placed him in the bathtub. Then, from the chest down, he returned to his true form and enveloped Fang Xiu.
The two sat facing each other at either end of the tub, shoulders and heads above water, like they were undergoing some strange medicinal bath.
Half-submerged in Bai Shuangying’s body, Fang Xiu’s ears flushed red. Under the sunlight, the tips glowed faintly, veins clearly visible.
“So, so—what did you find?”
After a few deep breaths, Fang Xiu managed to stay calm.
Bai Shuangying: “These rooms have housed many gamblers. They gambled day and night, forming deep karmic bonds.”
He continued, “Threads of karma can’t drift in from nowhere. They extend from the Huanxi E. The underworld assigned these karma-stained rooms not for ‘well-being’, but for another reason.”
Fang Xiu: “I figured. Cheng Jie was scared out of her mind.”
Not even a dog would live in Xiao Li’s cousin’s room. It was such a dump it felt like it could give you a disease just by looking.
Then he suddenly realized, “If the red thread leads to the Huanxi E, couldn’t Cheng Jie follow it to find Huanxi E?”
“Yes, if she can stabilize the thread,” Bai Shuangying said firmly. “As long as karma is solid, the two ends of the thread will naturally draw toward each other. The Underworld assigned ‘karmic rooms’ to push sacrifices to lift the curse sooner.”
The Underworld trying to mess with karma in front of him? Too naive.
If not for the chains restraining him, he could spot the Huanxi E in an instant. Sadly, he’d only broken nine of them, which was only enough to reveal only the simplest karma.
Fang Xiu fell into thought again, idly toying with Bai Shuangying’s body.
Bai Shuangying tilted his head slightly. “What did you figure out?”
Last night, when karma came up, Fang Xiu had gone quiet for a long time.
“Good news and bad news. Which do you want first?” Fang Xiu asked.
Bai Shuangying: “Bad.”
Let’s see how bad it really is.
Fang Xiu: “If even the Underworld has stepped in, then this E must be extremely well-hidden.”
“Typical. What’s the good news?”
Fang Xiu: “I think I’ve figured out what the Huanxi E really is.”
Bai Shuangying: “?”
Fang Xiu instinctively sank down, blowing two bubbles in the liquid. Then he saw Bai Shuangying’s unreadable expression and realized he wasn’t taking a bath.
“Sorry, sorry. It was accident.”
He touched his lips, which still felt cool.
After a long cough, he continued, “Whether it’s intelligence or complexity, the Huanxi E far surpasses the Weishan E or the Mid-Autumn E.”
“Huanxi World binds countless gamblers’ karma. It has an absurd number of projects. Every service worker has perfect looks and exaggerated bodies, plus customized sales pitches… Most importantly, you just confirmed, gamblers actually gamble in these rooms.”
“I think… the Huanxi E’s true form is a gambling app.”
The author has something to say:
Fang Xiu: Not only am I not stressed, I actually find it incredibly relaxing. (sniff sniff own ghost)
“Farewells are always sad, so let’s keep this one as brief as possible.”
After the pre-departure checks of the “Northern Cross” were completed, Leonard projected himself along with the ship’s various parameters onto the bridge. Alois, Joshua, and Casper stood in a row before the AI, like three students awaiting their teacher’s guidance.
“It’s hard to believe, Leo. Don’t most people feel a bit sentimental at times like this?” Alois remarked.
“You’re quite the comedian, but I’m not a person,” Leo replied, pushing a stream of data towards Alois.
Alois glanced at the floating green numbers and realized that the ship lacked a fully automated navigation system—meaning he’d have to manually correct the course every two hours. What a piece of junk!
“Although the navigation system leaves much to be desired,” Leo grinned like a merchant trying to sell overpriced goods, “the engine performance is excellent. Normally, a ship of this size wouldn’t have the engine and power capacity to get you all the way to ancient Earth, but I’ve modified the ‘Northern Cross’ to enable continuous jumps. This way, you only need to make three jumps, with two resupply stops in between.” With a wave, Leo brought up a star map. “I’ve already pinpointed your resupply locations.” On the star map, a space station and a colonial satellite were marked in green. “Your final jump will bring you to Charon Station, located at the outer edge of the solar system where Old Earth is. It was once an outpost for Earth’s early explorers. There’s still an old jump relay station there that will allow you to reach Earth’s moon directly. You’ll find suitable spacecraft in the abandoned lunar base. Park the ‘Northern Cross’ at the lunar base and then use a spacecraft to land on Earth.”
“Why go through all that trouble?” Alois asked, puzzled. “We could just jump straight into the solar system and land on Earth with the ‘Northern Cross’.”
Leo smirked. “Don’t forget, you’re not the only ones heading to Earth. The Duke’s forces are going there too. But they don’t know about Charon Station, nor do they have the password to enter the lunar base. They’ll land directly on Old Earth. They have advanced radar, maybe even weapons, and modern spacecraft won’t be able to hide from their radar. But the lunar base’s old spacecraft are different—they won’t be detected because they’re so ancient. It’s like trying to spot a caveman’s wooden club on radar.”
“What a shame,” Joshua said dryly. “I traveled to the colonies on a wooden club.”
“That’s not the same!” Leo exclaimed. “Yours was at least at the bronze age level!”
“It took me two thousand years to reach the colonies,” Joshua muttered, seemingly ignoring Leo’s words, “and now you’re telling me I can get back to Earth in two weeks…”
“Three weeks,” Leo corrected.
Joshua continued, “… I really feel defeated.”
Leo patted the assassin’s head with a sympathetic smile. “Although the glorious technology of Old Earth still hasn’t been fully recovered, the warp engine is truly a groundbreaking invention, surpassing even Old Earth. Back then, people still relied on animal power to pull carts. But look at us now.” He gestured into the distance. “Look ahead, Joshua. Technology is advancing. How can a great man remain stuck in the past?”
“…It’s not very convincing coming from you.”
Leo sullenly withdrew his hand. “Alright, that’s all I need to tell you. Onboard, Alois is in charge of piloting and course correction. Once you’re on Old Earth, follow Joshua’s lead. There’s a giant computer in Kester’s lab that can support my calculations. Did you bring the backup chip?” Alois nodded. “Once my backup is installed on the computer, I can assist you at any time—any other questions?”
“What do we do if we encounter other factions?” Joshua asked.
“Eliminate any obstacles. The mission is the top priority.” Leo made a throat-cutting gesture. “Any other questions?”
Alois and Joshua shook their heads in unison. Casper, meanwhile, was staring thoughtfully at the ceiling.
Leonard gave them an ancient salute. “Unlike humans, I have nearly infinite time, but I don’t want to spend it waiting and reminiscing. I wish you all a safe journey and good luck in battle.”
His image and the floating data vanished together.
The bridge fell into an uncomfortable silence. Alois quietly held Joshua’s hand. “Will we make it back?” he whispered.
“Even if it’s on a wooden club, we’ll come back,” the assassin replied, closing his eyes.
Casper suddenly moved, as if startled from a dream, and stared warily at Joshua.
“What was that about two thousand years?” he asked.
It took quite some time to explain Joshua’s identity to Casper. By the time he finally grasped it, the “Northern Cross” had already left the orbit of Sword Bow C and was heading out of the Sword Bow system, leaving the main fleet far behind.
Correcting the ship’s course wasn’t as troublesome as Alois had imagined. He only needed to adjust the navigation path according to the star map parameters. The rest of the time, however, seemed difficult to pass. If it had just been him and Joshua, they could have kept each other company all the way to Old Earth without getting bored. But the problem was, Casper was there. He acted like an eager schoolboy on his first trip to a nature class, constantly pestering “Professor” Joshua with questions, as if the word “encyclopedia” was written on Joshua’s face. Most of the time, Joshua could only offer brief explanations, and when he delved into more complex topics like Old Earth’s medical technology, Casper would listen intently, even if he didn’t understand a word. Alois couldn’t comprehend this fervent desire for knowledge.
When the Northern Cross was 1.7 light-years away from the Sword Bow system, it initiated its first warp. During the previous journey, Alois hadn’t had much rest due to the need to correct the course every two hours. Even when he managed to sleep, he’d be woken up to groggily head to the bridge and tap away at the keyboard (usually accompanied by the background music of Professor Joshua and student Casper’s cheerful academic exchanges). Now that they were in warp, he could finally get a good sleep, free from the endless course corrections and incomprehensible historical terms, enjoying the peace of his dreams.
Someone had to be on watch at the bridge to handle any unexpected situations. So, they took turns standing guard. Only when Casper was either stargazing alone on the bridge or had gone back to his room to sleep did Alois and Joshua have time to be close.
“I really want to kill that guy,” Joshua said darkly. “Just make it look like he died in the mission on Old Earth. Nobody would ever know…”From a rational standpoint, Alois managed to talk Joshua out of this brutal and cold-blooded plan, but emotionally, he had to agree with the assassin. Casper, my old classmate, my good friend, Alois thought as he tried to reason with Joshua, for the first time in my life, I wish I’d never met you, truly!
The conference room was pitch black, with only eight white lights glowing like specters. The eight lights formed a circle, but there was a gap—one light that never turned on. Everyone present knew that it probably never would again.
“9 has been absent for a long time.” 2’s light turned red, indicating that he was speaking. Since the last meeting, when the eight of them decided to send Dr. Frank Shelley to Old Earth to destroy the Yasha, 9’s light hadn’t illuminated again.
“I knew from the start that he wanted to monopolize the Yasha,” 6 said. “Although he claimed he wanted the Federation to acquire that powerful weapon of mass destruction, he’s been using us all along. He wants the Yasha for himself.”
“But now that we’ve rejected his proposal to release the Yasha,” 5 said worriedly, “I’m afraid he might never attend our meetings again. What could he be up to? With his power, he could do something detrimental to the Federation…”
“He’s definitely up to something. I’d bet on it,” 3 sneered. “Remember what he did before? To ensure that those who knew about the existence of the fourth advanced AI stayed silent, he took down an entire ship of people with him. And let’s not forget how he secretly used Council resources to hunt down anyone who might leak information about the Yasha. He’s done a lot behind the scenes, using the Council for his own purposes!”
“But where has 9 gone?” 1 sighed. “Could he be collaborating with someone else, working against us?” He then called on 7. “What are our adversaries currently up to?”
7’s light flickered for nearly a minute before it turned red. “The fleet from Neo Athens has recently been gathering. The internal war within the Empire is still ongoing, and it seems that the royal forces have the upper hand. Winnet’s troops are being pushed back to their stronghold.”
“Is Neo Athens becoming a problem too?” 1 said with a heavy tone. “Their newly appointed Archon, Titian, seems like a young man with great ambitions. If they ally with the Empire, they’ll surely become a significant threat to us.”
“Neo Athens is nothing to worry about,” 8 said. “They’ve always prided themselves as the noble descendants of Earth, disdainful of allying with any faction. They likely won’t support the Empire… at least not in the struggle between the Federation and the Empire. Neo Athens may hold lost technologies, but they’re just a bunch of scholars in their ivory tower…”
“Then why are they gathering their fleet?” 1 asked with a hint of displeasure.
“Who knows!” 8 said lazily, his processed voice still carrying a tone of world-weariness. “Maybe they’ve invented a new weapon and want to conduct a military exercise? Or perhaps they’re strengthening their defenses to prevent an attack on Neo Athens? After all, the world hasn’t been very peaceful lately…” He suddenly raised his voice. “Compared to Neo Athens, isn’t the Empire a much more dangerous enemy?”
“Right now, the Empire is tearing itself apart. We should watch from the sidelines and let them weaken each other,” 4 suggested.
“But what if raising a tiger leads to trouble?” 7 said. “If Winnet wins, it’s one thing—we’ve gathered plenty of intel on him over the years and understand his ways. But if that little princess wins, things will become much more complicated. She’s royalty, beloved by the people. After defeating Winnet, she’ll likely consolidate power, turning the fractured Empire into a unified force, and the advantages we’ve built over the years will vanish.”
“So… should we support Winnet?” 6 asked.
“Winnet is ambitious. He might turn on us in the end!” 3 shouted anxiously. “I think we should stay out of the Empire’s internal conflict and focus on the more urgent matter of the Yasha. We can decide on the Empire later.”
The lights in the room flashed rapidly before most of them turned green. “Agreed.” “I support that.” “Let’s proceed as you suggested.”
Of the eight lights, seven turned green, leaving only 1’s light still white.
“What’s the matter, 1? Do you have any objections?”
The others heard 1 sigh deeply. “Gentlemen,” he said, his light turning red. “Is there any possibility of negotiating peace with the Empire?”
3’s voice shrieked. “As long as the Federation and the Empire have armies to send to the battlefield, the war will never end!”
“If the day comes when there are no more armies to send, as you suggest,” 1 said, “it won’t be the dawn of peace—it will be the end of the galaxy.”
His light turned green.
…..
“What are you doing here?”
Alois was carrying his luggage, preparing to board the small spacecraft “Northern Cross” bound for Old Earth. Near the boarding ramp stood a familiar figure, quietly conversing with Leonard. Upon hearing Alois’s voice, the person turned around and smiled. “Hey, you’re here.”
Alois set down his luggage and excitedly shook Casper Shannon’s hand (the latter’s face twitched slightly). “Are you here to see me off? I’m so touched! You’re a real friend! Back when I was in Hecate, you were the only one who wrote to me every month! Even though this mission is extremely dangerous and might be a one-way trip, I’ll never forget you, my good brother!”
Casper withdrew his hand, his smile fading. “I’m the special envoy appointed by Her Highness the Princess. On this mission, we’re colleagues, Alois.”
“…” Alois carefully examined the paint job on the nearby spacecraft, confirming it was indeed the “Northern Cross” and not some similarly named vessel. Then he looked at Casper, ensuring it was truly his old classmate and not someone who just looked like him.
Finally, he asked Leo, “Is this guy in the right place?”
The AI quickly scanned all the berths. “He’s in the right place.”
“What’s he doing here!”
Casper cleared his throat and declared with righteous dignity, “I’m the special envoy appointed by Her Highness the Princess, and I’m going to Old Earth with you on this mission.”
“…Is there no room for negotiation?” Alois asked Leo.
“You can protest to the Princess,” Leonard replied. “But I won’t be submitting any protest on your behalf—you’ll have to do that yourself.”
“Oh, Lord.” Alois picked up his suitcase and walked briskly up the ramp.
After his figure disappeared through the hatch, Casper, still puzzled, asked Leonard, “Why does it seem like he doesn’t welcome me? He wasn’t like this before. Could two years in prison really change someone’s personality that much? Or did I say something wrong that upset him?”
“Everyone has sides you may not be aware of,” Leo advised gently.
Ten minutes later, Joshua Planck arrived with his luggage. Seeing Casper, he spoke almost the exact same words as Alois. “Colonel Shannon? What are you doing here? Are you here to see us off?”
Casper wearily repeated what he had said earlier, “I’m the special envoy appointed by Her Highness the Princess. I’m going to Old Earth with you on this mission…” By the end, even he felt his voice lacked confidence.
Joshua didn’t throw a tantrum like Alois. Instead, he leaned in close to Casper’s ear and whispered in a voice only they could hear, “I value my privacy, Colonel. If you happen to see something you shouldn’t during the journey, I wouldn’t mind resuming my old hobby of collecting eyeballs.” With that, he gave Casper an encouraging smile and patted him on the shoulder. To an outsider, it might have looked like they were having a friendly chat.
After the assassin had also entered the ship, Casper, even more perplexed, asked Leo, “He threatened me! Am I really that unwelcome? Or did I offend him before?”
“Maybe your wattage is too high,” Leo replied wisely.
Half an hour later, the individuals summoned by Alveira had gathered on the bridge of the Lady of the Night. These were the people who had followed and pledged loyalty to her from the very beginning, and in the past several battles, they had proven their strength and loyalty through their actions.
The group lined up, standing under the shifting light of the holographic screens on the bridge, awaiting inspection. Alveira walked past each of them, observing their expressions: some were calm, some were puzzled, some were full of confidence, and others were visibly nervous.
“Everyone,” Alveira said as she slowly swept her gaze over them. “I’ve gathered you here today not for anything else, but to recruit a volunteer from among you for a special mission.”
The group remained silent but exchanged several suspicious glances.
“Let me be clear,” Alveira continued, “this mission is of great significance, but it is also extremely dangerous. It may cost you your life, and you might never return. But if you succeed, you will become a hero not only of the Empire but of the entire galaxy and possibly the whole universe.”
The expressions of those in front of her reflected a mix of excitement and deep concern.
“I promise you the highest honor, but I also remind you of the risks. If you accept this mission, you will face the most terrifying enemies in all of history, more fearsome than Winnet, Chancellor Greenwald, or the Federation Council. Therefore, I need a volunteer who is willing to take such risks in pursuit of glory.”
Having said that, Alveira turned and took a few steps, seating herself in the command chair on the bridge. The group began whispering among themselves, something that would normally be considered disrespectful in the presence of the Princess, but Alveira allowed it. They needed time to weigh the dangers and rewards, to decide if it was worth risking their lives.
After a while, Hauser, known for his bravery, spoke up loudly. “Your Highness, could you tell us more about the specifics of this mission?”
Alveira shook her head, her blonde hair swaying on her shoulders with the motion. “No, it must remain confidential. But I can reveal this much: The mission will take you away from the Empire to our human homeland—Old Earth.”
There were gasps and sharp intakes of breath. One person even stepped forward, kneeling on one knee with one hand over their chest in an ancient gesture of allegiance.
“Your Highness, please allow me to undertake this mission.”
—It was Casper Shannon.
“Casper, are you mad?” Lieutenant Colonel Radruta scolded his colleague in a low voice. He glanced nervously at Alveira, then blushed and looked down.
“Very brave of you, Colonel Casper. Truly admirable.” Alveira applauded. “But it does make me wonder—why are you so determined?”
Casper raised his head. “Because you mentioned Old Earth, Your Highness. Perhaps you don’t know, but I’ve always been fascinated by Old Earth. I’ve heard that the last civilization there was so brilliant that even we, thousands of years later, cannot surpass it. It’s said that advanced machinery and lost technologies remain there, which we can no longer replicate. When I was a student, I wrote several papers on Old Earth, but I could only gather information from old texts. It’s always been my regret that I’ve never been able to visit in person.” His eyes grew fervent. “Please, Your Highness, let me undertake this mission. I would willingly lay down my life on Old Earth.”
“…It sounds like you’re not sacrificing yourself for the greater good but just looking for a government-funded vacation.” Alveira couldn’t help but joke.
Lieutenant Colonel Hauser let out a snort of laughter, and Alveira shot him a look, causing him to quickly cover his mouth. His square face turned bright red from holding back laughter, and Alveira couldn’t help but worry that he might explode like a balloon… Dying of suppressed laughter in front of one’s commanding officer might be a once-in-a-lifetime honor, after all…
Alveira smacked her forehead. Damn it, where did my thoughts go? She waved her hand, signaling Casper to rise and dismissing the others. Once the bridge was left with just the two of them, Alveira said, “Casper, you’d better think this through—there’s a real chance you won’t come back.”
“I’m willing to sacrifice my life,” Casper replied resolutely. “And it’s not just for my personal wishes… As an Empire soldier, it’s my duty to serve the Empire and the Queen until my last breath.”
Alveira suddenly didn’t know what to say. She was used to hearing declarations of loyalty and never bothered to discern how much truth was in them—human beings were prone to lies and loved to break promises. But this time, she could feel that every word Casper said came from the heart. She had never heard such genuine words before.
“…Colonel Casper.” The Princess grasped his left hand, squeezing it so hard that Casper’s face turned pale. “Darius once told me that you’re very reliable, someone he can trust completely. I believe that’s true.”
“It is my great honor to have your trust, Your Highness…” But could you please let go of my hand! Casper hesitated to voice the second part of his thoughts. Before he could speak, the Princess called out loudly, “Leonard! Come out and explain the mission!”
The colonel resigned himself to the fact that the Princess wouldn’t release his hand until Leonard had finished explaining the mission.
……
Musaya walked down the stairs with a flashlight in hand. She tried to step lightly, but the old wooden stairs still creaked loudly. She immediately stopped, and the only sound she heard was the chirping of autumn insects from outside the window. Feeling relieved, she continued onward.
At the bottom of the stairs, she turned into a wide corridor that led to her father Duke Winnet’s study. For the past few days, the Duke had been working in the study, barely leaving it. Not only that, but men in military uniforms had been coming and going frequently. The entire household, from the servants to the young lady of the house, had been deeply uneasy because of this.
Father has started a war… Musaya thought. Online, everyone called him a traitor, a rebel, and a villain—a treacherous minister. Was he really so unforgivable?
She had heard that Alveira and Darius had personally led the army to “suppress the rebellion”. They had once been like siblings to Musaya, so why were they now facing each other on the battlefield? There were also rumors that her cousin Annot’s death was linked to her father… Was he truly so ruthless that he would harm his own nephew?
Musaya didn’t understand any of it. These complex political, military, and personal matters had always been handled by her father—she had been content to remain in her little world, living a happy life. Why did she have to get involved in all this? If her father had no ambition, and had lived a peaceful life like hers, wouldn’t that have been better?
Musaya hesitated in front of the study door, raising her hand several times to knock, only to lower it each time. These matters weren’t hers to deal with. She could have stayed in her room, never leaving, far away from all this trouble. But she couldn’t resist coming to the study. She wanted to know if the father, who had always been kind and loving, was truly the treacherous villain people claimed him to be.
Voices came from the study. It seemed her father was speaking with someone. Startled, Musaya quickly retreated to another corridor. She pressed herself against the wall, holding her breath, too afraid to look toward the study. It was strange—this was her home, yet she felt like a thief.
The study door creaked open.
“I’m counting on you for this mission. It must succeed,” her father’s voice said.
Two people walked out of the study and headed downstairs. Musaya peeked out from her hiding spot, quickly catching a glimpse. She recognized the backs of those two people: Emma and Garn. One was her maid, and the other was the butler, who had served her father for many years. Why were they here? Why were they having a secret meeting with her father so late at night? What mission had her father given them?
“Musaya, come out!”
The young lady jumped in fright, nearly screaming.
“What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”
Musaya tried to run, but Duke Winnet grabbed her.
“I… I was sleepwalking! I don’t know anything!” Musaya squatted on the floor, clutching her head.
“Sleepwalking, huh? And you remembered to bring this?” The Duke picked up the flashlight that had fallen to the ground, turning it on and shining it directly at Musaya, just like a police officer catching a fugitive in the night.
“I… I’m going back to bed…” Musaya whispered.
The Duke sighed and turned off the flashlight. Musaya, who had just adjusted to the light, was suddenly plunged back into darkness, unable to see anything.
“Tell me, daughter,” the Duke’s voice was full of resignation, “is there something you want to say to me?”
Musaya hugged her knees. “Dad, everyone’s saying you’re a traitor…”
“By their standards, I am indeed a traitor.”
“Why… Why are you doing this?” Musaya sniffled. “Isn’t Her Majesty the Queen your cousin? And Alveira, your niece? Why are you opposing them? I don’t understand!”
In the darkness, the Duke’s figure loomed like a tall statue. “A man’s ambitions are beyond your understanding, just as your mother never understood me.” He paused, then suddenly chuckled. “Well… let me put it this way: it’s like how you really want those figurines and dolls. Even though you wouldn’t die without them, and they can’t be eaten or drunk, you still want them. Everyone has something they deeply desire—something they live their whole life to pursue. And when they reach the end of that path, they realize there are no other roads to take, and they can’t turn back.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
The Duke bent down and ruffled Musaya’s hair. “Daughter, do you still have that pendant I gave you for your birthday?”
“Of course!” Musaya kept that pendant as a treasure, hiding it under her pillow.
“That’s not just a pendant—it contains a small transmitter. If one day—if—you find yourself in danger, and I can’t come to save you, break the pendant. The transmitter will immediately send out a signal, and someone will come to help you.”
Musaya’s mouth fell open in surprise. “Dad…”
“I hope that day never comes. After all, it’s a birthday gift, and it would be a shame to break it…” The Duke muttered to himself as he walked back to the study. Musaya heard his voice from the end of the corridor, like the wind whispering in a dream. “When I ascend the throne, you’ll be the Empire’s one and only Princess. Then, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you, even if it’s the entire galaxy—”
Musaya snatched the flashlight from the ground and, like a rabbit, leaped up and ran toward the study. But before she could reach the corridor, she heard the study door slam shut.
I don’t want to be a princess! She screamed in her mind, tears streaming down her face. I don’t want the galaxy! I just want to go back to Maple Pavilion! I just want you to be safe, Dad!
“Is the Yasha really that terrifying?” After hearing Nolin Titian’s explanation about the Yasha, Alveira couldn’t help but shiver. “It sounds like a monster straight out of a science fiction novel.”
“It is a monster. A real one.”
The Princess was at a loss for words. Everything she had just heard was beyond her comprehension. Could it be true that in the desolate frontier of the galaxy, the cradle of humanity, such a killing machine was imprisoned?
Darius placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, calming her slightly. “Lord Archon,” the admiral said, “if what you say is true, and the ‘field’ on Earth is containing the Yasha, preventing it from freely moving through all time and space, does that mean destroying the field would release the Yasha?”
Nolin Titian’s face had long since lost its smile. He looked as if he were facing life and death itself. “That’s correct.”
“It’s like a ticking time bomb… If a terrorist wanted revenge on society, Earth would be the perfect target,” Darius muttered. Then his expression turned serious as he looked suspiciously at the Archon. “But if Winnet truly intends to release the Yasha, wouldn’t that mean he’s willing to perish alongside us? What benefit does he gain from that? Why would he do such a thing?”
Nolin Titian offered a bitter smile. “You’re doubting me, Admiral Bayes. Your caution isn’t misplaced, but it’s ill-timed. I have no intention of deceiving you. The truth is, the Yasha can be controlled, but only by the most advanced artificial intelligence.” He glanced meaningfully at Leo. “There are three advanced AIs in the world, all belonging to Neo Athens, but none of them have the power to control a monster like the Yasha.”
“Then who can?” Alveira asked, her unease growing as she looked at the AI. Although she had long suspected Leo was extraordinary, she hadn’t realized just how advanced he was.
Leo bowed slightly. “I appreciate the compliment, but I’ve never tried… and I’m not entirely confident I could control it.”
Alveira raised a hand to stop him. “Leo would never betray us, right?” After receiving a firm confirmation, she turned back to Nolin Titian. “So, is Winnet truly mad enough to release the Yasha and destroy humanity? Or does he have an AI as advanced as Leo by his side?”
“That’s what we fear, Your Highness,” the ruler said. “We’ve always believed there were only four advanced AIs in the universe—Leo and the three guardians of Neo Athens. But we were wrong. Not long ago, we confirmed the existence of a fifth advanced AI. It’s elusive, hiding its presence, and incredibly difficult to track down. We only managed to find a few clues after considerable effort.”
Alveira and Darius exchanged shocked glances.
“Do either of you remember the Battle of Datia?”
Darius spoke up first. “Of course.” His father, the elder Count Bayes, had died in that battle.
“There was a particularly heinous ‘accident’ during the Battle of Datia. A warship’s computer malfunctioned and attacked friendly forces, resulting in hundreds of casualties. This information was later suppressed by the Empire, so few people know about it.”
Alveira shook her head, unaware of the incident, while Darius had some recollection—he remembered that Alois’s father had been one of the victims.
Nolin Titian continued, “Neo Athens didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but recently we received a request from Leonard”—he glanced at the purple-haired AI—“so we reopened the investigation. We discovered that the ship’s computer had been hacked, and only an advanced AI could have breached such a high-level defense system. From this, we concluded…” He deliberately paused.
Alveira finished the thought for him. “The fifth advanced AI truly exists.”
“And it’s right beside Winnet,” Nolin Titian added.
“What… What do you mean by this…” Alois’s voice was hoarse, and he looked as if he wanted to tear the AI in front of him apart. “Are you saying that my father… That he didn’t die by accident… That he was murdered? Someone hacked into that ship’s computer and deliberately caused the ‘accident’ just to…” His voice trembled. “Just to murder my father?”
“That’s correct.” Leo nodded.
Alois slumped against the wall, his mind in turmoil. He realized he was caught in a web of intrigue that had been quietly woven over millennia. Kester, the Old Earth scientist, had created the deadly weapon the Yasha and the AI Leonard capable of controlling it. The Yasha was imprisoned on Old Earth, while Leonard had accompanied the Earth’s remnants to the colonies. Two thousand years later, the legendary thief Figaro (his father) had stolen Leonard from Neo Athens under secret orders from the Federation Council, only to betray them. Leonard had wandered, eventually ending up in the hands of the space pirate Joanna, while Figaro had been secretly murdered. Eighteen years after that, Alois had met Kester’s brother Joshua in prison, boarded Joanna’s ship, and encountered Leonard…
—It was like a fateful reunion!
“Did Joshua… Did he know all of this?” Alois stared at the ground, his voice shaking.
“He knew everything,” Leo answered.
“Then why… didn’t he tell me…”
“Don’t blame him. I asked him not to. If there ever came a time when you needed to know the truth, I wanted to be the one to tell you.”
Alois slid down the wall, sitting on the cold floor, though he felt none of its chill. Leonard, like a shadow, moved closer to him. “I wanted to tell you myself, Alois. Your father was an honest and brave man—one of the best I’ve ever known. He took enormous risks, refusing to sell me to my buyers, preferring to live a life in hiding. In the end, he even sacrificed himself for it…” Leonard knelt before Alois, placing his hands on his shoulders. Although Alois shouldn’t have felt anything, it was as if an invisible force was flowing from where Leonard touched him, shaking his very soul. “I will forever be in his debt, Alois.”
“Why… are you telling me all of this…”
“Because there’s a task awaiting you, one that you cannot refuse. I didn’t want to keep anything from you, so I chose to tell you everything. We need you to carry out that task.”
Alois suddenly lifted his head and glared at Leo. “We?”
“Yes, we. I’m speaking to you now on behalf of Neo Athens, Alois. We need you to complete a mission. Your father once took me out of Neo Athens, and now I need you to take me back to Old Earth.”
“You want to go back… to control the Yasha?”
“It’s the best option. We can’t let Winnet and the fifth advanced AI get their hands on it, can we?”
Alois lowered his head again. “Why does it have to be me?”
“We’re only sending two people, and we chose you and Joshua.” Leo smiled slightly. “The last descendant of Earth’s survivors, returning to his homeland—you wouldn’t let him embark on that journey alone, would you?”
Alois shrank back. “Let me think about it.”
Leo stood up and patted the front of his robe. “Let me know when you’ve made up your mind.” With that, his figure disappeared from the room.
The door silently rose, and Joshua walked in. Seeing Alois sitting in the corner, he paused for a moment, then walked over and sat down beside him, pulling him into his arms.
Silent.
The faint scent of smoke clung to the assassin’s fingertips, like a sparse nebula scattered across the boundless sea of stars.
“So, Lord Archon, by revealing all of this, are you asking for our help?” Alveira asked.
“That’s correct. While our efforts in AI development over hundreds of years pale in comparison to the glory of Old Earth, we have made some breakthroughs in other areas.” Nolin Titian spread his hands. “Ever since the Neo Athens Academy was established, we’ve been searching for a way to counter the Yasha. We’ve created a new field generator that can encompass 99% of the galaxy, limiting the Yasha’s activity to the current galaxy. We call this field the ‘Galactic Field’. Once activated, the ‘Galactic Field’ will gradually shrink, restricting the Yasha’s movements until it’s confined to a very small area. Finally, we can create a singularity black hole to throw the Yasha into the end of time. Neo Athens has been working on this plan in secret for centuries, and now, just as the ‘Galactic Field’ generator is nearing completion, someone is trying to release Yasha.”
“That old fox Winnet…” Alveira gritted her teeth.
“That’s why we’ve devised a comprehensive strategy, and we need your help, Your Highness.” Nolin Titian’s tone became respectful at this point. “We need you to defeat Winnet’s forces as quickly as possible, locate the fifth advanced AI, and send agents to Old Earth with a data backup of Leonard to control the Yasha before it’s released. If successful, we can wait for the ‘Galactic Field’ to activate and eliminate the Yasha in one fell swoop!”
“That’s something I can agree to.” The Princess nodded. “It also aligns with my original strategy. How many agents do you need me to send? A squad?”
“Two people will suffice. Since Neo Athens is sending two agents, we hope you can send the same number. One of them, however, will have to be borrowed from you, Your Highness.”
“Who?” Alveira asked curiously.
“Alois Lagrange. The two people we’ve chosen are him and Joshua Planck.”
The Princess turned to Darius with a wry smile. “Why does everyone like to borrow Lagrange?”
“Those with ability are given more tasks,” the admiral replied with a straight face.
“Will he agree?”
“He’ll agree,” Leo answered. He had already persuaded Alois beforehand and knew that Alois would certainly agree.
“In that case, I’ll only need to send one more person. Lagrange is half mine, after all.” The Princess listed several names to Leo. “Call them to the bridge. I need a volunteer.”
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