Chapter 340 Lies
The plot jumps around.
The plot always jumps around.
In order to reduce the various blocking mechanisms set up by the "plot settings", we have to jump around.
The scene first switches to 27 seconds after Sheen logs out.
He opened his own share of the fate rules belonging to the original node, read through it for a few minutes, then put it back in his pocket and sighed deeply.
Then what?
Then, just as Sheen had initially predicted, he completely "figured it out".
In that short while, the rain stopped and the sun rose again. Li Lin walked out of the neighborhood, stopped on a road with barriers, and turned to look at the sun-drenched New York City.
When the sunlight shines down, the scene is warm and magnificent, which adds a touch of serene sanctity to this fictional city.
Beyond that, the enormous shadow cast by New York City was even more startling, making any light seem so weak, as if it could not illuminate anything.
The whole world is shrouded in darkness, both internally and externally.
Li Lin never imagined that one day he would shroud those people in such light, and that death would once again gather around them.
Those puppets, driven by various desires, will live in the ideal country he has specially constructed, falling in love, fighting in the streets, drinking, taking drugs, and then dying. Perhaps one day they will also talk about Eoubs, the suicide operatives, and the high-ranking nobles, about the riots that have occurred during this period, and about the Gospel of Heaven—they always like to gossip about the Gospel of Heaven.
After all these years, Li Lin had long since given up on the idea of seeking asylum.
After that day, he would no longer dwell on how to escape his fate.
He accepted the torment that absurd fate inflicted upon him, and didn't care how much blood anyone else was willing to shed for this hell; of course, he would also respond to it without restraint for a short time afterward.
This is where Li Lin's life ends.
This is their destiny.
He looked at the country he had spent so much time organizing, knowing every detail perfectly—the corners of the streets, the passageways, the construction projects, the expensive advertising screens, and the sewers choked with waste compounds. Although a long time had passed and most of the structures had begun to age, becoming irreparable voids, some things still lived on in his memory.
He did not choose Dongxia as his base because that was his hometown.
In the distance, a storefront screen was playing audio clips from a new movie. One scene depicted the great creator, Mr. Li Lin, as a rebel, seeing the sunlight for the first time after eliminating all enemies. As marketers, they liked to let the masses imagine these scenes, but Li Lin had never seen sunlight that could be described as perfect in his life.
In the real and desolate world, that person ultimately failed to save the person he wanted to save. Everything he wanted to salvage and save—his lover, friends, and ideals—was so easily and violently torn apart and swallowed, buried in countless stomachs piled with flesh and blood.
What was Li Lin thinking at that time? He no longer wanted to recall it, but many members who were still adrift in "Judgment Day" were still shouting loudly to resist those Eoubs.
Now, as he walks through the road that still feels cold even in the sunlight, he can almost see the spirits of the dead lying in the corners—those who once belonged to all those who were willing to hold onto something but ultimately failed.
Sunlight occasionally graces this place, shining upon the graves stained with their blood, but the world remains the same, unchanged.
He had a complete understanding, and was no longer aware of anything.
The plot jumps around.
Jump, jump, jump.
Jumping to late the next night.
The scene shifts to the main base of the Heavenly Gospel, inside a large, palace-like lounge.
Inside the Baroque-style throne, Li Lin had a nightmare and suddenly woke up with a start.
He rarely dreams, and this time he was very quiet, without any terrified screams. His body suddenly curled up tightly, his breathing became erratic, and his fingertips trembled, as if he were guarding against an enemy who might suddenly attack from somewhere.
Yu Jianchu was standing by, just about to wake him up, when Li Lin suddenly opened his eyes without warning, clutching a briefcase tightly in his hand, his face full of bewilderment as if he didn't know where he was.
He stood there for a while, then straightened up with a stiff face, still trembling.
Yu Jianchu tilted his head to look at him.
"I'm fine," Li Lin shook his head, speaking weakly, "It was just a dream."
As he spoke, he rummaged through a nearby locker and pulled out a handful of coffee-flavored hallucinogens that he had previously commissioned from the research department, handing them to Yu Jianchu. She happily accepted them—of course, it was her favorite flavor, so bitter it would make you want to commit suicide on the spot, but the packaging was shiny and appealing to countless women.
She hummed a little tune, tore open the medicine wrapper, then looked outside and asked, "What kind of nightmare did you have?"
"It happened a long time ago, during that coastal operation, the plan to exterminate the infected." Li Lin didn't intend to hide anything and answered truthfully.
“Oh, I went there a few more times after that, a few days after you started working here,” Yu Jianchu said, chewing a pill, jumping to the edge of the throne, and swinging her legs.
Looking at the city, which shone like a pile of jewels under the sunlight yet was as wretched as abandoned garbage, she suddenly changed the subject and said calmly, "After all these years, you still can't forget these hardships."
“There’s no way around it. Sometimes, you know something is impossible, but you just have to do it.” Li Lin said absentmindedly, as if he had just remembered something.
Before them, the spreading halo of light and the shadows cast by New York City were sharply distinct, like a spatial rift that had suddenly opened—this virtual city always carried a certain indescribable power, extending and expanding within everyone's life. It brought touching warmth, as well as gifts of death, revenge, and desire.
Yu Jianchu, with some pills in her mouth, smiled at him in the sunlight.
"Fine, fine, you talk too much, you're the one who decides."
"Anyway, you already killed me a long time ago, so what can I say now? Just consider it a reward for all the years you've worked for me."
Li Lin stared blankly at her, thinking that the pills might not be that bitter.
What are you saying?
Yu Jianchu was still smiling, his expression a mixture of helplessness and doting.
"I said, you should have killed me long ago, you stupid child."
“After the banquet that day, you came to the manor to find me, and then swallowed me into the Blood Source of All Things, as a container to hold billions of life forms.”
“I live in every change of your blood, and we have to.”
"It's okay, I won't blame you."
He then fully woke up.
The next instant, the whole world turned black and upside down, and Li Lin felt himself falling towards some place.
He couldn't help himself; he stood up shakily from the throne, took a few steps forward, and then fell down again.
Then he started vomiting like a madman.
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