Chapter 280 You Must Return to Your Position

What a tremendous force that was!

When He Yu came to his senses, he found himself in a strange place.

The torrential rain raged outside, unleashing its fury.

"A new element point?"

“I almost forgot about you. As one of the most important cores of 659 in the multiverse, this is the meaning of your life.”

"27 seconds. Everyone must abide by this rule. You appeared here 27 seconds after I sent Gu Heng into the N23 area."

"It seems that this is also recorded in the rules of destiny."

“I finally understand… why 659 chose you among so many operatives: because you are the natural vessel, a character who shouldn’t have appeared in this book.”

"You were just an accident."

"And the accident that breaks the fourth wall cannot be prescribed by rules."

Sergio poured out half a bottle of tranquilizers, thought for a moment, and handed it over. The other person was silent for a while, then took it. Sometimes these soft drugs are just that effective; they can bring people closer together, like alcohol or nicotine.

Unlike its previous decor, the Brownville Museum was now bare and cold, almost like an empty ruin. He Yu tried his best to recall what had happened before, but his memory was only vague—he put his arm around Li Lin's shoulder, said a few harsh words, and then started to attack.

Then, he suddenly appeared here, looking like a mentally challenged person who had gotten lost in the garden.

The atmosphere wasn't strange, but it was extremely oppressive and suffocating.

He Yu sat on the sofa, staring gloomily at the bottle of tranquilizers in his hand for about ten minutes.

The other person remained silent for a while, staring at the ceiling for a long time before finally saying slowly, "So, what should you do?"

"The great B05 operative."

"Those who attempt to overthrow the ideal state."

Tell me, what are you going to do?

He Yu remained seated on the sofa, looking somewhat dazed, his gray eyes vacant, as if his entire being was elsewhere. Sergio thought it was understandable; anyone who had spent a long time immersed in a dark and perverse world would react this way—but this person was clearly contemplating something else.

As if all things follow rules, exactly 27 seconds passed before he spoke.

“I see a familiar mark on you.”

“Sergio… I have no interest in asking how you came back from the dead. According to Eoubs’ database, you were shot in the head by Stanford in South Africa.”

“I can sense that you bear the mark left by Unit 832, which may also be a token.”

"Even the way you talk has become like that bastard's, so mystical, it's fucking annoying to listen to."

He was tired of the riddles. Ever since arriving in the Siberian infected zone, everything had become tedious and disgusting. Anyone could use some mysterious and terrifying methods, spouting a bunch of causal logic that normal people couldn't understand at all. He Yu couldn't describe it. Right now, it wasn't a matter of strength; if he wanted to… he could easily kill this damned person again. But 659's authority had been—

Just as this thought was being pondered, Sergio suddenly spoke.

"I can help you recover."

"For me now, it's very simple: I'll just make sure you're no longer under the suppression of the Mirror of Eternal Dreams."

"Because of your unique characteristics, you had already glimpsed the end of all the nodes within the infected zone—but you didn't expect Roy to introduce this forbidden element midway through, because he is also another element, essentially on the same level as you."

"Is this your reason for standing against Li Lin?"

"If he were to actually confront Eoubs, many people would surely die. Of the reinforcements sent by the various divisions, no more than four would survive."

Sergio said so.

"That's hilarious. It seems some evil spirit has transcended death." He Yu stared at him, his expression like that of a child observing a single-celled organism feeding through a microscope for the first time. "I never do business without a clear background."

Why would you be so kind as to help me?

Sergio recalled that although he had never directly fought against this guy with cognitive modification abilities, at this moment... this person was too different from the one recorded in the database.

This must all be because that authority has been suppressed.

How could a host who transcends the taboos of the multiverse network utter such idiotic words?

"Although I don't want to hurt you, you are just too weak right now."

"Haven't you noticed that ever since the authority that 659 gave you was suppressed, you've become more and more like a... moron."

"An idiot with too many emotions and too many concerns about gains and losses."

"Your being sent to Brownville was not something I orchestrated, and perhaps it wasn't Li Lin either."

"At least I haven't detected any trace of the bloodline of all things."

He Yu looked up, saw what Sergio took out of his pocket, and laughed.

He stared at the other person, and for a moment he also wanted to ask what had happened. Inside the airship, the feeling of collapse was still lingering in his mind, and he naturally wanted to know what this inexplicable development meant... Could it really be someone else orchestrating it?

Whatever it was, He Yu didn't care anymore—Sergio was right, he knew it was a connection between 659 and himself, and ever since the Mirror of Eternal Dreams descended, an indescribable sense of shattering had enveloped him.

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