Chapter 187 Night Battle

At night, the city scenery will be more vibrant than during the day, and perhaps only when people get off work can they get some respite.

In the bright street closet, a mermaid floating in a glowing liquid sang softly. The sound spread through the speakers and lingered in the store, and the beautiful figure also attracted passers-by.

The red tail of the jet passed through the sky, and a number of hovercrafts with electroplated metal shells passed by. The smooth surface reflected the screens on the street, and the reflections of countless neon lights passed on it.

People who can't afford a car can only squeeze into the crowded trolley bus, smelling all kinds of sweat and fragrance, praying to reach their destination quickly. The reason why they don't use the word home is because the small rental house is not the place that can be called home in his heart.

Under the dim street lights, "night walkers" wearing fluorescent clothes are moving forward aimlessly. During the day, no one cares about them. They are ordinary and ordinary, drowned in the crowd and invisible to anyone. But at night, the fluorescent clothes with various symbols and signs painted on them stand out in the dark, telling their only "free will".

They are eager to show themselves. They want to find a sense of existence in this world of countless people. They want to distinguish themselves from those who can replace AI at any time. They pursue the so-called "personality", because if they give up even this, they can't even make themselves believe that there is anything worth existing for them compared to AI.

In the underground passages and remote bridge holes, all kinds of graffiti are everywhere. Some are venting their dissatisfaction with this society, some are crazy messages for help, and some are telling their frustration and despair.

The advancement of science and technology has led to an unprecedented increase in productivity, and there is no longer a need for so many jobs. This can make some people idle, but those who are idle are not recognized by society. They think these are losers, and they are unwilling to let the government spend money to support such idle people.

If a person eats, drinks and plays from birth to death without doing any labor, what is his significance to society? Does society have the obligation to support such a person? Is this fair to those who work hard and pay taxes?

The liberation of productivity has not ushered in a perfect world. In fact, even in a society with high welfare, people need to actively find their place in society. People need recognition and need to show their value in some way, that is, the value of being recognized.

Not everyone can firmly reject the value framework set by the entire society. Humans are also animals, and they will be domesticated unconsciously. Once domestication is completed, a single value system will be formed. They will chase the peak of fame and fortune like thousands of others, and fall into an endless spiral competition.

Physiologically, life can survive with only suitable space, food and water, but in this era, when life has seen the colorful night sky, it can no longer bear living in a simple ditch. Pursuing dreams is a good thing, but this good thing will also hurt the hearts of countless people in fierce and unfair competition.

The Internet shows the best of countless people, but behind the most shining peak is a mountain built by countless losers. People have become accustomed to looking at the best side, and will criticize if there is a slight deficiency. The result of the constantly raised standards is that people would rather believe in the illusory beauty than face the incomplete reality.

"So, it's a sad world."

On the top floor of the neon-lit building, Heshia Tilan overlooked the entire city night scene. The night wind blew her hair, and the night light column that kept turning in the distance reflected her face, passing through blue and purple light and shadow.

After spending a stable and fulfilling half a year in the academy, this was her first time to come out and overlook this prosperous city at night in the South District.

Today is the day for the "Hat and Dagger" club to compete with the "Meteor Spear" club of Thunder Edge Academy. This kind of regular confrontation between academies basically happens every semester, stimulating the top few academies in the star field.

On a flyover below, students from Thunder Edge Academy in blue windbreakers stood waiting. There were about a hundred of them. Some held glowing electric spears, some had their hands in their pockets and stared sideways in boredom, and some held personal terminals and video chatted with friends far away.

"Haven't they come yet? Are those guys from Edes Academy too scared to accept the challenge?" A student wearing blue glasses turned the car keys on his fingertips and complained boredly.

"Who knows? Although I don't think those people from Edes Academy are so cowardly, they lost one after another last year, and even didn't make it into the top three in the Winter Festival Competition. I guess they gave up on themselves."

"Hahaha, they keep talking about challenging Saint Ingo. I think we should wait for our Thunder Blade to challenge Saint Ingo's status. These little roses from Edes should just stay in the corner."

Just as these students were getting a little impatient, some movement finally appeared on the other side of the overpass.

About twenty hovercrafts passed through the bustling night city and hovered on the street. Then, students in black uniforms jumped off one by one. Some of them wore hoods, some wore tactical goggles, and some carried boxes. However, these students all had one thing in common, that is, they all held swords in their hands. Although these swords were not sharpened, the patterns engraved on the swords also made them produce special effects after being infused with magic power. Whether it was breaking the electromagnetic field or breaking through some extraordinary shields, they had good effects.

"Finally, these guys from Edes Academy." The blue windbreakers on the overpass quickly quieted down. They gradually gathered together, and the originally irrelevant tools in their hands were put away, and various weapons engraved with patterns were also held in their hands.

A series of drones with high-definition cameras took off quietly. They hovered and circled on both sides of the overpass, monitoring the entire process. Although it was just a confrontation between the clubs of the two academies, many media would pay attention to this confrontation, and the officials of the South District 1 would also send people to watch not far away to ensure that such a confrontation was within a reasonable range.

The achievements made in the desks and classrooms alone are not convincing, and the confrontation between academies will become the best touchstone. The winners will enjoy glory, get more funding, and get more favors, while the losers will lose reputation and be slowly eliminated and overtaken. It is also such a system that allows the top ten academies in the star field to maintain a good atmosphere and dare not slack off.

"Who will be the winner today? Is it the rising Thunderbolt Academy, which has the dark horse of the Winter Festival Competition, or the Edes Academy, which has always maintained its lead and fought tirelessly with Saint Ingo? Let's wait and see!"

In the city at night, many employees who got off work sat in front of cheap nutritious meals, turned on the projection of their personal terminals, and watched this tense and anticipated battle in their rare leisure time after a tiring day of work.

Although most of them have no hope of advancing again, watching these youthful and passionate scenes, they can't help but have some fantasies.

If I were one of those figures, how chic and refreshing it would be, and get some release.

Now, in the projection screen, a man wearing dark pink goggles strode forward. As he walked, he slowly drew out the broad sword on his back. Behind him, students in black uniforms also drew out their swords. The flickering sword light illuminated the darkness of the night, like sparks rising up and rushing towards the blue group on the bridge.

The battle was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)