My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 710 - 622: Destruction Before Rebirth

The situation has reversed again!

Xiao Xinzhu understood Qi’s meaning immediately upon hearing.

The opponent had swapped the real black box before forcibly entering the blockade zone. The purpose was to attract the attention of Firefly, hence delivering the real black box to the Revolutionary Army Commander, which is the Dark Gold Rose!

"Why did you do this!" Xiao Xinzhu couldn’t understand, "They destroyed this city!"

"Look at everything around you. The order has collapsed, the city has become ruins, and the people around you are affected by the war. Is this what you want to see?"

"They brought war. Only we can return peace to this city."

"Oh, really?" Qi’s tone was weak, "I only know they brought war while Firefly brought false peace."

"Did the people around you ever slowly drown in false peace?"

"Or did they live in such darkness that they hadn’t even seen a glimmer of hope?"

At this moment, the communication of Assassin’s Creed fell silent, leaving only the noise of the electric current.

"Why turn a blind eye to this?" Qi thought of the professors at Asimov University who spoke eloquently.

The man was very young, spirited, and determined. Every time he spoke of his views, his words were always sonorous and powerful, particularly striking.

He had once jokingly said something that Qi still remembered vividly.

This world is just a pot, and we are the fish in it, knowing full well that the pot is cooking and the water temperature will slowly rise. Because the temperature is bearable, the environment is relatively comfortable, so we do not struggle too much.

Even though we know that this is a slow death, we will slowly die in despair, oppression, sadness, and suffocation.

How can we avoid such an outcome?

How...

can we avoid such an outcome?

"In the early Silver Era, under the oppression of the Feudal Monarchy, the people at that time erupted into a sweeping revolution. However, due to the immaturity of systems and other aspects, the country instead became more chaotic for a relatively long period, and the economy was on the verge of collapse at one point."

"But in the end, the revolution was still considered successful, meaningful, and epoch-defining because more people joined later on, correcting immature systems and ideas, countless people forged ahead, repairing the cracks of revolution, saving the collapsing economy..."

The image of the professor speaking eloquently freezes, and after a brief silence, his last words resounded in Qi’s ears like thunder.

"This world needs a change. Whether the change leads people toward enlightenment or drags us into a deeper abyss, we all need to understand one principle."

Qi’s lips gently parted.

"No breaking, no establishing; after breaking, establishing."

"Civilization is built on ruins."

Xiao Xinzhu stepped back two steps and slowly untied the girl’s restraints.

Her companion remained silent without speaking.

Zhou Zhao thought of Alfas, Sky City’s absolute blockade of ground resources, the lower class sees no hope, while the Mayflies roam the wasteland, striving for a common goal, emitting faint light.

Four-leaf Phoenix Tree sighed lightly. The country he belongs to is increasingly falling into decline. Once-glamorous rulers lost the courage for change, being ensnared on the train, with bloated interest groups singing and dancing, the train’s engine roaring, fueled by the fat of the lower class, with countless dried bones tumbling within.

Yu Lan thought of the overcast sky outside the window. In her memory, Dickweldo’s sky was always gray...

At this moment, the young man’s voice broke the silence.

"The game isn’t over yet."

The people of Assassin’s Creed snapped back to reality.

"Dark Gold Rose hasn’t got the black box yet."

"We have to win."

"By any means necessary."

The arena below fell into silence.

The previously cheering people stopped, silently watching the screen in the middle of the arena.

In the VIP lounge, Tao Shier took in this scene.

"Do you say that on the road to victory, it must be paved with the bones of the defeated?" she asked.

Chen San’s glasses reflected light.

"Yes."

"Then who is the victor?"

"There won’t be a victor."

"Only those who walk the road to victory, forever."

Within the instance, Xiao Xinzhu suddenly grabbed Qi’s neck, the wire once again tightly encircling the girl, blood marks seeping out. A slight pull would tear the girl apart.

"I’ll only ask once, who has the real black box now?"

Qi remained unmoved.

The tight wires slowly tightened, cutting into Qi’s flesh. The girl’s breathing grew weaker.

She pressed her lips tightly, turning pale. As she was about to speak, she closed her mouth firmly again.

Just as Xiao Xinzhu was about to pull the wire, the young man’s weak voice echoed in the communication channel.

"Chen Chou... a guy named Chen Chou." Ming said with a slightly hurried speech, interspersed with heavy breathing.

He actually couldn’t quite understand either. When he was planning to transfer the black box, that guy named Chen Chou approached him, seemingly under the directive of the Dark Gold Rose.

It seems that the Commander has been monitoring the communications on the edge of the blade.

"I’m sorry, Qi."

Ming leaned his body against the side, releasing his hand, letting the blood-stained handkerchief slowly fall. His emotion module was about to cease functioning, and the already weak voice seemed somewhat cold.

Qi’s pupils trembled slightly, her expression momentarily disoriented, tears slowly tracing her face.

He was striving to fight reason with emotion. But with increasingly faint voice, chaotic thoughts, and constant error warnings encroaching on the young man’s vision, his newly organized words were interrupted again and again, what he said like the pauses in a phone call, indifferent and rational.

"I respect your choice to sacrifice for ideals, it’s due to my selfishness, and I apologize to you."

"My emotional functions are failing, I wish you to survive, outside the city would be a better living space, you’d be better off there."

"Enough...," Qi said softly.

"Data calculation... 43.954267%, the new federal Canrifyria city would be a better living space, where air indicators are excellent, and the weather is mostly sunny, aligning well with the habitual phrases of individual ’Qi’, judged as the more favored environment."

"Enough..." Qi’s voice took on a sobbing tone.

"Calculation in response to individual ’Qi’s request, excluding fluctuation interference, the other’s emotion is 1.26% anger, 24.73903% doubt, and 73.177% fear stemming from ’being emotionally involved with a cold machine’." Ming mechanically spoke.

"Enough..." Qi was nearly begging.

Ming’s body remained unchanged, the clusters of firelight in his pupils slowly extinguishing, seemingly trying to escape the captivity of this body.

’Click’...’Click’...’Click’...

Trillions of calculations running, a maze constructed by data flow, the young figure wandering within it repeatedly cycling, countless times collapsed into screaming, then desperately throwing a punch, hitting the data barrier of the maze.

Punch after punch, degradation after degradation, the data barrier once impregnable began to ripple, rings of ripples propagated upward, covering the whole wall in a very short time, the entire data barrier churned violently, massive information frenziedly assaulted the barrier, like a flood hitting a dam.

At this moment, a crack appeared in the young man’s emotional module, he suddenly showed a light smile of relief.

"I said we’d leave the city together."

"Looks like you’ll need to take me out of the city."

"We..."

"See you in the new world."