After all the debt collectors were driven away, Noel closed the windows to block out the heavy rain outside.
"Thank you, young man." The old lady said tremblingly.
"No need," said Noel.
"I really didn't think enough." The old lady held Noel's hand, her whole body trembling. "How could I have thought that having money would be enough? How could I have thought that this disease could be cured? I thought about what I should do for a long time. Now I finally understand. I should not have been born. Without me, my son and my granddaughter would not have suffered since they were born."
"Don't think like that." Noel tightened his grip.
Half of the old lady's body was soaked by the rain, and the wet hair hanging on her body seemed a little heavy. When Noel helped her wring it out, he saw purple and black marks on her arms, and tentacles growing out of her pores, like sheep's wool.
For a moment, Noel blinked—did he see a black sheep?
He increased the strength of his hands, and water droplets fell to the ground along his ten fingers.
Humans are not afraid of rain, but sheep are different. They will easily fall and drown if they touch water.
Noel looked up and saw a very old calendar hanging next to the old sewing machine. Next to it was a family photo of an old grandfather and grandmother and a family of three. The rosy faces and the candied haws in their hands were enough to show their happiness.
...But in this heavy rain, no one cared about the sheep.
People holding umbrellas come and go, who will see the sheep fallen in the corner?
Except for the butcher who slaughters the sheep.
Sheep's fur is their warmest clothes, sheep's meat is their most delicious food, and sheep's blood is the red wine they shake in their hands.
Thunder roared, and the black and white colors disappeared on the ground. The sheep knelt on the ground with their limbs bent, surrounded the campfire, lowered their horns, and remained silent.
…
"First Dream Patrolman! You are of noble status now, please be careful with your words and don't say nonsense that will affect your future." The speaker was Countess Wilward from the Grand Duchy of José.
Ying just shook his head: "I am giving you the last chance. Don't force me to make the list of council members public. Tell me the clear progress and plan content within one day, otherwise it will be embarrassing for everyone."
People looked solemn. If the live broadcast platform was not managed by gods, they would have cut off the live broadcast long ago. Now Ying's voice has flown to thousands of households like a free white dove, and it is difficult to cover it up.
"First Dream Patrolman, do you think you are righteous? Do you think human history will change because of you alone?" At this time, a discordant voice came from somewhere.
People looked in the direction of the voice and saw a reporter from the Peace Dove World newspaper. Seeing so many people looking at him, the reporter was a little nervous, but he still straightened his neck and looked at the shadow.
Shadow smiled slightly.
"The existence of gods means that humans can leap into a new era at any time. Change is extremely rapid. It may just be caused by a wire, a prism, electromagnetism, or a person."
"In that case—"
Ying raised his neck slightly, passing by the seats that looked like stars, passing by the people on the branches and eaves outside the venue. He narrowed his eyes, as if he was shouting through the screen, through the broadcast, through the boundaries of vision and hearing, to the hundreds of millions of people living in this world:
"Then - from today on, I will be the one who changes this era. Why not?"
His face was beaming with joy and his lips were smiling, not like he was speaking dangerous words to the whole world, but more like a bard singing about freedom in a tavern.
For a while.
The venue became extremely quiet.
People looked at the young man on the stage. They couldn't believe that a young man who had just reached adulthood dared to say such words in front of the whole world.
The gods are still looking down upon the world. Such words are a provocation to the gods, to the coalition government favored by them, and to every official appointed by them.
Lu Meng, Rimusheng, Cecilia and other players were sitting in the crowd. They never expected that the First Dream Patrol's meeting would suddenly develop to this point.
Lu Meng suddenly understood.
——Su Mingan never does useless things.
A fan meet-and-greet? He wasn't interested.
He was even less interested in chatting with people in a friendly way, just going through the motions.
When he comes, he will do something earth-shattering. He will overturn the table and even kick over the chairs. No one will be able to smile with a straight face.
"Su Mingan..." Lu Meng's eyes sparkled.
"He's so brave. This place is not like the Ninth World where one person has the final say..." Cecilia opened her mouth.
The air seemed to be stagnant, as if something unspeakable was wandering in every breath people took.
They could not see the heavy rain in the distance, nor the sheep in the rain, but the rain seemed to penetrate the venue and sprinkle on them, depriving them of all their senses for a moment.
The rain keeps falling.
“Ding ding.”
In the most secret basement of the Urban Guardian Department, Su Mingan used Adu and finally succeeded in hacking into the Internet.
The light from the display screen shone on Su Mingan's pale face, and his eyes kept moving between the black words on the white background.
"Found it, An-chan." Ah Du said in surprise: "This...if it is released, it will be enough to shock the world."
Su Mingan looked through the contact records and information of various countries.
——Sure enough, the "Ark Project" is just a superficial disguise to cover up a deeper purpose.
The real purpose of each country, in addition to stabilizing the chaebol economy, is mainly for a terrifying plan.
Its name——
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