"Sir, the weapons resources in the dungeon are not sufficient. But Su Xiaobi is on our side."
"Once we obtain the Dawn System, she will terminate the defense of Doomsday City. And we will rush into the dungeon to release everyone, stab a sharp knife from the inside, and go straight into the inner city of Doomsday City."
In order to distinguish the imposter from Su Mingan, people began to call Su Mingan "chief" instead of "city lord".
"Yeah." Su Mingan nodded.
He walked out of the conference room. Dozens of sky cars were flying diagonally towards the ground like galaxies. The crooked buildings were coated with a layer of cold technology.
…and his shoulders slowly brushed against the shimmering blue-purple mist, like wiping away the morning fog in the mountains.
"Grandpa, where are you going?" Noah followed him.
"There are still two hours until the dinner. I'll go make some preparations." Su Mingan said, "I know what to do. I'll leave time for changing into a dress."
"Hmm..." Noah hummed.
They walked one after the other, casting long dark purple shadows on the wall.
The style of prosperity and decline is rampant in this underground city. You can see non-mainstream youths singing with electric guitars and dancers choosing dresses everywhere. Human artistic cells have been suppressed for 71 years. Once out of control, art, music, dance... erupt like a volcano, gorgeous and full.
Freedom is a priceless gift from heaven, more valuable than any treasure buried underground or under the sea. Freedom is in the bones of human beings, and no ideological domination can eradicate it.
When you have a life, you miss freedom. When you lose a life, you abandon freedom. Sometimes you abandon life for freedom. History advances in a spiral of repeated superposition and reduction of contradictions, forming a civilization called human beings.
"What do you want to say?" Su Mingan realized that Noah had something to say.
Noah was always decisive and seldom acted so cautiously. Noah thought about what to say for a long time before speaking:
"Are you tired?"
"Hmm?" Su Ming'an was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Noah to ask such a question. He stared at Noah's blue eyes for three seconds before turning his gaze away: "Not tired."
"…Are you scared?" Noah said again.
"Not afraid." Su Mingan said.
Why do people around him always like to care about his mental state?
"How strange." Noah blinked. "To be honest, I really want to see you scared, so that I can comfort you and tell you to rest if you are tired and not to attend the banquet if you are scared. But you won't give me the chance. You always make me feel... unreal. Like someone in a painting."
For some reason, Su Mingan gave him the feeling of... a cold statue.
Like the silent black cat on his shoulder.
The hum of an electric guitar came to my ears, and the Razer danced in the air.
Su Mingan stopped.
Noah's brilliant golden hair was in the blue-purple mist, like the sun rising gradually among the clouds. The people on the street looked like vague shadows, giving people an unreal visual feeling.
…It’s like they’ll disappear at any moment.
Su Mingan noticed that Noah was becoming more and more sentimental. Before he left, Noah had inexplicably sworn allegiance to him. Considering Noah's age, it should be that people like to sigh when they get old.
It turns out that a person whose favorability was forcibly raised to 100 points by those in power would care about others in this way.
“…”
Su Mingan raised his hand and extended his palm to Noah.
"What are you doing?" Noah asked in surprise.
"Come, shake hands." Su Mingan said.
Noah stretched out his hand with some confusion and shook Su Mingan's hand. Even the warmth of Noah's palm was higher than that of others.
"Are my hands warm?" Su Mingan said.
Noah was a little confused. He could feel the heat from Su Mingan's palm and answered subconsciously:
"have."
"Does oil painting have temperature?" Su Mingan said.
"No," Noah replied.
"So what conclusion did you come to?" Su Mingan said.
“…”
Noah reacted suddenly.
It was like a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. He paused for a moment, and then fireworks appeared in his sky-blue eyes. He liked this concise way of communication very much, just like an interesting logical reasoning.
"I understand." Noah let go of her hand. "Sorry, you're not a painting. You're right in front of me."
"Um."
Su Mingan let go of his hand and silently ticked the "maintain NPC's favor" in his plan. He was used to using different strategies to target different people. It was always effective.
Except the gods.
“Sizzle, sizzle—”
Ten minutes later, a complex of buildings made up of blue-purple electric tubes appeared before their eyes, like a Rubik's Cube twisted into an irregular shape.
Noel was waiting quietly at the door, wearing a white coat, the surgical forceps in his hands exuding a cold luster.
Su Mingan walked up to Noel.
"Coming?" Noel put away the surgical forceps.
Su Mingan nodded.
——Before attending the banquet, Su Mingan’s backup plan was to ask Noel to implant some chip devices into his body.
For example, a link device that can communicate instantly with the mysterious hacker "Team Mu" in places with sufficient signals.
Although this body is Su Ming'an's own in appearance, when he returns to the main god world, he will log out using the body of Akto in the Measurement City, which means that his original body will not be affected in any way - in other words, his current body is more like "bionic Su Ming'an".
So, there is no cost to undergo transformation with this disposable body.
The only danger is that Su Mingan cannot rule out the possibility of Noel turning against him. He must be absolutely cautious in everything. The burden of the world is too heavy, and there can't be even a 0.1% chance of failure. If Noel really sets a trap, Su Mingan will also have a last resort.
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