Chapter 80: Living in Harmony with the Light (Revised) The New World Promised by God…

Two months later.

When the familiar bell rang in his ears through layers of barriers, Feng Langxi slowly opened his eyes in the golden tea-colored morning light.

He turned his head irritably and rubbed his sore eyelids hard. As his consciousness regained consciousness, his blurry vision gradually focused on the warm and plump skin in front of him - Kuang Jing was still sleeping, his pine-like straight back sunken in the snow-white bedding, his slightly long hair scattered messily on the pillow, revealing a peaceful sleeping face.

Surrounded by the familiar atmosphere, the man's tense nerves relaxed unconsciously, his sharp features softened unconsciously, his usual cold and reserved side seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, and there was a rare childishness between his brows.

This discovery instantly brightened Feng Langxi's mood, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the sleeping sentry with interest.

At this moment, Kuang Jing's uniquely restrained aura still lingered in his nose. Feng Langxi saw his bare chest rising and falling slowly with his breathing, his chocolate-brown skin covered in a pattern of delicate marks, deep and shallow. The dark red bite marks stretched from his collarbone down to his waist, finally swallowed up by the smooth velvet blanket, like red plum blossoms covered in snow, their hazy presence truly evoking a reverie.

Looking at this scene, Feng Langxi couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He murmured nervously:

"My. My..."

Then, the guide slowly leaned over according to his heart's will and took a big bite of the chocolate milk in front of him. His white canine teeth immediately pierced the soft skin.

"Um, Feng..."

After being attacked, Kuang Jing instinctively struggled in his sleep, uttering a vague mumbling in his sleep, and his long eyelashes fluttered gently in the air like bird feathers.

But soon, he fell back into the gentle quagmire woven by the other party, and his breathing became deep and long again.

By the time Feng Langxi finally let go, the edges of the teeth marks had already turned a faint purple. The tiny coffee bean above the wound had also swollen considerably, trembling in the air. The raised grains on the surface were smeared with water from the tongue, and a faint trace of blood was visible, making it look both pitiful and lewd.

At this moment, in broad daylight, Feng Langxi's remaining humanity seemed to be awakened a little by the "evil deeds" before him.

But this short-lived conscience almost collapsed under the erosion of desire. Soon, he lowered his head and sucked hard again under the banner of atonement, and ambiguous breath gradually echoed in the air.

While licking the wound, Feng Langxi also caressed Kuang Jing's calloused fingers lovingly, and his slightly dazed ochre-red eyes were filled with countless dark and paranoid emotions.

I really want to... swallow you whole...

[Stop—Host, why are you still in the mood to act like a hooligan? The fire is about to burn your butt!]

The electronic sound that suddenly exploded in his head startled Feng Langxi's fingertips, which were moving downwards, and he took a deep breath. Then he slowly raised his eyelids and said softly with a forced smile:

"Thanks to you, I'm not in the mood anymore..."

Looking at that sinister face, 030 instinctively shrank his neck. He really didn't want to be a light bulb so early in the morning, but the system still had to bite the bullet and remind him:

[Ahem! Um... I'm not being nosy. The White Tower sends sentries to the lab like an assembly line every day. You've been working on it for months and haven't produced any results. Do you really think they're fools?]

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry? Isn't the survival mission almost completed?"

Seeing that there was no hope of "eating", Feng Lang slowly buttoned up his shirt. After washing up, he turned around and sat back on the edge of the bed.

He patiently wiped Kuang Jing's exposed skin with a warm towel, and when he brushed his jaw, he naturally gave the sentry a light kiss on the ear. The hanging glasses chain rustled against his collarbone.

"Besides, I'm in bed to collect valuable experimental data. Now I'm just one step away from success."

I don't believe you!

Staring at this "beast in human clothing" who looked like a scumbag, 030 couldn't help but roll his eyes wildly in his consciousness. He thought bitterly: He relied on the suspension bridge effect and the self-torture trick to trick him into submission. Once Baita takes back the "honey trap", you'll be obedient...

However, even if the system had a hundred guts, He wouldn't dare say so openly.

Faced with this stubborn master, 030 could only give a fawning laugh, his voice filled with a servile and fawning tone:

"But don't those people in the White Tower see your 'good intentions'? I'm worried about what will happen if they get carried away and act desperately—"

Speak of the devil, and he'll appear. Before Kuang Jing could finish his words, a blinding light suddenly popped up from the terminal on his wrist. A bright red communication link flickered wildly on the virtual pop-up window. The initiator was none other than Zhang Lang.

"Ouroboros, is this how you carry out your mission? I order you to come to my office immediately—"

The moment the video was connected, a cold and harsh scolding suddenly exploded in the room.

Zhang Lang raised his head with a look of surprise, and the question that was about to come out of his mouth stopped abruptly when he saw the smiling face clearly. His eyes widened, his facial muscles twitching unnaturally, and his mouth was as if someone had forced a fly into it. After a long time, he finally managed to say:

"Why is it you?!"

"Me?" Feng Langxi leaned against the bedside very naturally, his ochre-red eyes narrowed slightly in the light. "I'm helping Bai Ta share the pressure of the sentinels' mental counseling."

After saying this, the guide slowly pushed up his glasses, and his slender fingers gently stroked Kuang Jing's furrowed brows. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly towards the camera, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all:

"Jingjing hasn't woken up yet. If the commander has any instructions, why not tell me first?"

Awakening, awakening? !

Hearing this disgusting name, Zhang Lang's face suddenly turned pale and blue, and the blue veins on his forehead were clearly visible. Not to mention that Feng Langxi deliberately leaned over and revealed a messy corner of the bed -

Click, the video was suddenly cut off.

Zhang Lang stared at the terminal that had gone out, and felt that his temples on both sides were throbbing. A dark face was vaguely reflected on the smooth desktop.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions, but his mind replayed the scene uncontrollably.

"Fuck!" Not knowing what he was thinking about, Zhang Lang couldn't help but stand up and punch the wall, shaking the glass window so much that it jumped heavily.

There was a sound of hesitant footsteps outside the door. The adjutant hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but carefully pushed the door open:

"Sir, do you have any instructions?"

Hearing this, Zhang Lang slowly turned his head. The bloodshot eyes made the adjutant instinctively take a half step back. He gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"Notify the technical department and immediately retrieve control of the Ouroboros mental image. This sentinel has a high probability of rebellion!"

"Yes!" The adjutant was startled by his look and left in a hurry, but the bad news from the technical department came one after another.

"Unable to match? Are you kidding me?" Zhang Lang's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the control device that had been reduced to half scrap metal. His voice became increasingly distorted with rage. "Twenty years! This thing has been buried in his neck for twenty years and has never failed!"

The technical director also had a lot of troubles. He kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly:

"Sir, there are many unknown variables in the Sentinel crowd. Moreover, this device has been implanted since the moment of awakening. Ouroboros is already nearing retirement age. To some extent, the aging of neural connections is also normal..."

"Normal? Did I call you here just to hear that?"

After hearing this, Zhang Lang's expression became even more ferocious, and he couldn't help but curse:

"Idiot! If you can't even control an ordinary Sentinel, the day the Dark Sentinel awakens, the entire White Tower will disappear from the Upper City!"

Then, the air suddenly fell into a dead silence, and suppressed gasps echoed in the room, like the last calm before the storm.

In this tormenting atmosphere, a young technician couldn't help but mutter:

"Is it really that serious? After all these years, this is the only time the control has failed..."

Hearing this, Zhang Lang was almost laughing out of anger.

He turned around suddenly and was about to explode, but at a certain moment he froze in place as if struck by lightning, and his face turned as pale as paper at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yeah, why?

For nearly a hundred years, no Sentinel has ever been able to escape the control device implanted in their mental image. Unless...

"drop--!"

At this moment, a piercing electronic sound suddenly shattered the silence. All the screens in the research center suddenly lit up simultaneously without warning, and a loud audio broadcast jumped out from the loudspeaker:

Good morning, everyone. It's 9:00 Central Time. Dr. Feng Langxi, President of the Purification Society, is about to announce a major scientific research achievement.

It has been reported that inhumane experiments have been conducted within the White Tower in an attempt to artificially interfere with the evolution of Sentinels, even secretly implanting mind controllers into numerous soldiers. Dr. Feng, working undercover for many days, has finally reverse engineered a purification agent. This breakthrough will grant all Sentinels the right to choose their own evolution...

The three words "Fenglangxi" hit Zhang Lang's chest like a heavy hammer. His whole body was shocked. He suddenly pulled out a pistol as if waking up from a dream and smashed the main control screen to pieces.

"Cut off all signals immediately! Quick!"

Zhang Lang roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with a fear that he himself was not aware of.

"It's too late..." Behind him, the adjutant looked outside the tower with a dazed look on his face.

Through the tempered glass, one could see real-time subtitles, synchronized with the voice, lighting up every high-rise building in the upper city, spreading rapidly like a plague. On the streets of the lower city, a surging stream of people spontaneously gathered like a flood bursting through a dam, creating an irreversible wave in the blink of an eye.

The adjutant murmured softly with a look of deathly paleness: "They all heard it..."

The next second, the entire White Tower fell into unprecedented chaos, and organizational order collapsed in an instant. Alarms blared from every floor, intertwining with the shouts of the crowd in the distance, forming a deafening wave of sound.

At that moment, the towering tower seemed to become the perfect megaphone. Amidst the clamor, a gentle, robotic female voice carried through the air, reaching everyone's ears clearly:

Clinically tested, oral administration of this drug has been shown to effectively reduce the risk of mental disorders and emotional breakdown in sentinels. With long-term intravenous administration, the functions of sentinels and guides will gradually return to normal human levels, retaining only certain core traits...

['All the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price', and what PURGE needs to do is to restore the right of every independent individual to make independent choices.

Perhaps humans cannot determine the genetic code they are born with, but now, the Sentinel people also have a way to return to ordinary life. We, born as human beings——

The resounding words swept across the entire city like a gentle avalanche. Inside and outside the White Tower, tens of thousands of sentinels and guides stood there in a daze as they listened to the broadcast.

Some people covered their hearts blankly, tears on their faces that looked like they were half crying and half laughing, washing away years of depression; some people staggered and held onto the wall, their cold weapons discarded like worn-out shoes by their scarred hands; more people unconsciously raised their heads and looked outside the tower, and for the first time, they smelled the breath of freedom with senses far superior to those of ordinary people.

Under some indescribable spiritual resonance, people spontaneously walked out of the White Pagoda, as naturally as a drop of water returning to the sea.

The sentries trembled as they slowly discarded their heavy tactical vests, and the "shackles" that symbolized glory fell to the ground with a clang. The isolation masks, known as protection, were taken off one after another by the guides, and the numb and tired faces breathed calmly under the sun.

As millions of similar eyes communicated silently in the crowd, a certain epiphany was quietly conveyed in the wind: it turned out that those deliberately exaggerated genetic differences were nothing more than a domestication game carefully designed by power.

The tide of attack spread from the lower city upwards, as if it would never stop.

But what is strange is that such a huge flow of people always maintains a harmonious order, as if they are secretly guided by some invisible force, which nips all unstable factors in the cradle early on.

On the highest surveillance screen of the White Tower terminal, Zhang Lang saw a familiar figure——

The dull sentry, who should have been controlled by a "dog chain" for his entire life, now reshaped the landscape like a natural leader. The mercury python coiled on his shoulder possessed a pair of divine eyes that could see into the hearts of the people. The moment the rioters met its gaze, they would instinctively bow their heads and retreat.

"Hahaha--"

Seeing the situation was hopeless, Zhang Lang suddenly leaped forward and snatched the core controller from the technical director's hands. He cursed bitterly:

"Let's all go to hell together!"

In a flash, a white bony hand emerged silently from the shadows and precisely grasped his throat.

"Sir, don't rush to die."

Feng Langxi's voice was still very gentle and polite, but it made Zhang Lang feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He heard this devil whisper in his ear with a smile:

"Thanks to you, PURGE has recently absorbed a lot of new blood. They all want to thank you in person... Especially those experimental subjects who survived the 'New Human Project'."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang's pupils suddenly dilated and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

At the same time, the gate of the White Tower was breached.

PURGE members dressed in various clothes poured into the hall one after another. Among them were disabled veterans of the Sentinel, ordinary residents of the lower city who were suffering from the pain of losing their children, and even some rebellious revolutionaries wearing the uniforms of White Tower officials.

"Drop your weapons!" someone shouted.

But unexpectedly, PURGE encountered almost no resistance and successfully took over all key areas.

Each level opened up its highest management authority one after another, and many people's eyes flickered with relief, as if they had waited for this moment for too long...

With the White Tower's core rapidly crumbling, the Shangcheng District government was forced to issue an emergency statement, desperately trying to calm the public. This social change, which should have been bloody, was instead implemented in an unexpectedly peaceful manner.

…

On the observation deck at the top of the tower, Feng Langxi stood alone leaning against the railing. His thin figure swayed in the air, and his snow-white sleeves seemed as if they would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

The brilliant sunshine poured down from the vase of the goddess of hope, covering the city with a layer of flowing golden gauze.

Not far away, people's cheers and sobs intertwined into a boiling ocean, blending with the vigorous vitality of midsummer, together outlining a bright scene that was completely different from the doomsday zombie tide.

"ha--"

After staring for a long time, Feng Langxi instinctively closed his eyes, which were a little sore from the light, and his voice revealed an unprecedented sense of relief.

"Is this the new world God promised?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard familiar footsteps behind him. The silver-haired sentry walked forward silently and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Feng Langxi's body leaned inward slightly without him noticing.

There seemed to be no need for words between the two of them, only their flying hair was inadvertently entangled intimately.

Ding——C-level mission has been achieved.

Looking at this scene, 030 couldn't help but sigh with relief.

He did not go forward to disturb him, but just silently sent his blessings in his heart, and then left as quietly as he came - after working for so long, the system should enjoy the vacation it deserves.

A warm breeze blew across the roof, bringing with it intermittent whispers:

"Alas, you finally managed to escape the White Tower and evolve into a Dark Sentinel, but now you're tied to me as a drug test subject... It's a bit heartbreaking to hear that."

"Not an experiment."

"Um?"

Kuang Jing looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky, a calm smile on his lips. He looked into those pure ochre-red eyes and said very clearly:

“It’s a fellow traveler.

"And I do it willingly."

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