Apocalyptic Nation: The Apocalypse is Ahead, I Have Your Back

"What are you afraid of? I'm still here." This was all Shi Yin could promise. As long as she remained, the Flame Dragon Nation would not perish.

Facing the apocalypse, Shi Yin dec...

Chapter 232 Sympathy is Meaningless

Guan Nianshan had clearly made mental preparations in such a short time.

When the agreement was placed in front of him, he carefully read it through, confirmed that it was correct, and then signed his name decisively before entering the laboratory with the researchers.

"Why won't you let me speak?" Shi Yin asked, puzzled, after seeing Guan Nianshan enter the laboratory.

"What does my sister want to say?" Freya sighed softly.

"You just didn't want to be outdone by your younger brother. You panicked because I abandoned you..." Shi Yin thought for a moment and repeated what she had just wanted to say.

"Sister, although I know you're telling the truth, you can't say it like that. He went through so much trouble to convince himself and make up his mind, it's too much to just expose him like that." Freya said, both amused and exasperated.

"Let him deceive himself and believe in himself more. He will sit on the power awakening device. Even if his sister exposes him and makes him lose heart, he will still sit on the power awakening device with trepidation. So let him deceive himself."

“Deceiving yourself won’t change the outcome; you still need to figure things out for yourself.” Although Shi Yin disagreed, she didn’t stop Freya.

"Because my sister saw me?" Freya asked with a smile.

Shi Yin: "..."

“Some liars are like that; they tell so many lies that they start to believe them themselves. But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.” Freya came up behind Shion, hugged her waist, and rested her chin on Shion’s shoulder. “We just need to turn the lie into reality.”

"If you make everything seem real before people realize it's a lie, then the lie isn't a lie."

Shi Yin: "Freya, what about me made you awaken your superpower?"

"Sister, guess?" Freya hugged Shion and chuckled, "It's something you threw away, sister."

Shi Yin: "..."

"Alright, sister, don't be angry. Let's talk about this fickle man." Freya knew when to stop and let go of Shion, sitting on a chair in the corridor: "This guy, he was just feeling sentimental a moment ago, but now he's made up his mind. Why does he hate his own brother so much?"

“From a different perspective, Guan Nianshan sees the Guan family as a mess, a black-and-white entity, and he is forced to walk a tightrope, envying Song Yunshan who is well protected by his parents.” Shi Yin sat down beside him: “But in Song Yunshan’s eyes, his parents never pay attention to him and always surround Guan Nianshan.”

“Actually,” Freya asked.

“Guan Nianshan is right. He’s good at deceiving himself. He’s deceiving himself that at least his father loves him.” Shi Yin leaned back in her chair. “But his father loves Song Yunshan and his mother, loves this country, but he doesn’t love him.”

"My sister seems to think it's normal." Freya looked at Shi Yin. "I thought my sister would feel sorry for him."

“Who isn’t miserable?” Shi Yin glanced at the laboratory glass: “Everyone is miserable in this world, but I only need people who, even if they are miserable, have a clear goal to keep going. Sympathy is meaningless.”

A soft sound of footsteps.

Shi Yin looked up at the sound and saw Ye Shaoheng coming with documents.

"Sister Yin, this is the information on the handling of all the traitors. Are you satisfied with it?" Ye Shaoheng handed over the documents in his hand.

Since Ye Yuansong died, Ye Shaoheng seems to have lost all his vitality. Although he still does his missions normally, he has become increasingly depressed.

Moreover, he became increasingly cautious, and his behavior increasingly resembled that of Ye Yuansong during his lifetime.

“Okay, just don’t let them live.” Shi Yin casually flipped through it and handed it back: “You came to see me not for this, right?”

"I..." Ye Shaoheng hesitated for a moment, and after a long while, he lowered his head and said, "Sister Yin, I want to hold a funeral for my grandfather."

“Sure, you can decide what to do.” Shi Yin said casually, “The mark of sacrifice is not within the territory of Yanlong Kingdom, but with Helmod, so it will not participate in the funeral.”

"What?" Ye Shaoheng's voice trembled. "Why? That's...that's..."

The mark of sacrifice, to put it bluntly, is Ye Yuansong's remains. But why would Shi Yin suddenly hand it over to Helmod?

"Besides me, only Helmod can use the mark of sacrifice. Although his machinery is powerful, it is not as stable as our abilities, so we give him the ability to stabilize the situation," Shi Yin answered smoothly.

However, the mark of sacrifice is my grandfather's remains, a martyr of the Yanlong Kingdom...

Ye Shaoheng wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back, finally managing to utter only three words: "Why..."

"There's no reason why, we're just helping each other out." Shi Yin said calmly, "If I had to say something, it would be that after Hermod's death, everything Wilren owned belonged to the Yanlong Kingdom, and everything he owned was ours."

Ye Shaoheng remained silent for a long time, then turned and left without saying anything more.

"Isn't this too cold-hearted?" Freya looked at Ye Shaoheng's retreating figure with some concern. "If we keep being so forceful and tough, it won't be good for winning people's hearts, will it?"

"They'd better not try to romanticize me," Shi Yin scoffed.

In order to bring Guan Nianshan to awaken his superpowers, Changning hasn't had time to go yet. Hopefully, Guan Nianshan won't die directly, otherwise there will be no way to explain it when Changning wakes up.

After all, in Changning's memory, he had only taken a nap in the snow.

Changning awakened too early, and his power is unstable; he needs to be kept under close watch.

Even through the thick glass window, one could still hear low sobs from the other side. Through the glass, one could see Guan Nianshan bound to a chair with restraints, struggling violently.

Every muscle, every cell, was trembling violently.

It hurts so much! Is it too late to regret it now?

Guan Nianshan felt his vision blur, and it was not something that could be described simply as pain. He had only observed the awakening process from the sidelines, but he only realized after experiencing it himself that the pain of awakening was much more terrifying than it had appeared to him.

Being strapped to a chair with restraints, there are limits to how one can contort their expression or twitch their muscles, but the pain throughout the body, especially in the mind, seems to have no upper limit, stimulating the brain wave after wave.

Someone as good and capable as him must be able to go to heaven after he dies, right?

It hurts so much...

It seems this operation has indeed been exposed. This is troublesome. Even though you're so old, your grandfather still doesn't trust me?

……Who is speaking?

...Are you kidding me?

Whether it was from the pain that made him numb or from the impending death that caused his vision to blur, Guan Nianshan's eyes widened. This was the rooftop where he had last seen his father.

That day, Guan Nianshan and his father sent a message to the state that a line had been drawn and the big fish caught had been caught. The net could be closed so that the hundreds of anti-drug and anti-gang soldiers who had died heroically could rest in peace.

But things happened suddenly. The father suddenly discovered something was amiss. He realized that his trusted confidant was problematic and that he had secretly connected with the government. Through further deduction, he discovered that the confidant was actually his maternal grandfather's man.

The confidant also sensed something was wrong, but fortunately Guan Nianshan's father reacted even faster and shot him dead.

However, this also means that my maternal grandfather's side is finished. His confidants did not return, but my father did. Once my father is investigated, countless soldiers will sacrifice their lives.