Chapter 66 - · Redemption Line TE · Daytime Reincarnation

Chapter 66: Chapter 65 · Redemption Line TE · Daytime ReincarnationSu Ming’an tossed the core to her without a moment’s hesitation.

The knife appeared instantly in Nuoliya’s hand as she lifted her shirt, revealing her mechanized outer shell and her smooth abdomen. She then slashed across it with the knife, causing fresh, bright blood to flow.

She widened the cut, with no disinfection, no anesthesia. She performed the procedure on herself, inserting the core, as white light emerged from her hand.

The wound slowly healed, the entire operation as crude as stuffing a sack.

Throughout the procedure, she made no sound, but the sweat sliding down her forehead exposed her pain. After everything was done, the first thing she did was extend her right hand and issue a command.

"Boom—!"

The mechanical woman erupted into a loud rumble. Several people retreated in fright, but the woman didn’t move. Instead, she began to disintegrate part by part—head, torso, limbs... pieces of metal fell off, and green fluid spilled all over the ice-white ground.

The audience, which had been noisy a moment ago, fell deathly silent; the expressions on their faces became numb, as if they were controlled puppets.

"The Mother Goddess should have been laid to rest long ago," Nuoliya retracted her hand. "She should not have been turned into a tool for Bai Xiong, that bastard, to violently rule this city. No one is a tool... neither am I."

"You’ve now become the ruler of White City, what are you planning to do next?" Su Ming’an asked her.

"Bai Xiong’s influence permeates White City. All I have done is gained control over the bioroids," Nuoliya bit her finger. "The city’s fertility issue also urgently needs to be addressed, we can’t continue to sacrifice those girls."

"How do you plan to do that?" As he asked, a strange sense of awe rose in Su Ming’an’s heart.

...He vaguely sensed something.

"I want to... establish a laboratory, plan an experiment," the girl’s eyes shone briefly, her palms crossed as if she had already decided on the path ahead: "I want to abolish the decree that sacrifices women. To save them, I’ve decided to initiate a new bioroid plan..."

Su Ming’an laughed.

He felt a sense of tragic reincarnation.

"Are you going to create another ’Nuoliya’?" he asked with a laugh.

"I will not fall in love with my own creations like Bai Xiong did. I will be a fair and impartial leader of White City, and my creations will become great beings that continue to propagate— it’s a necessary sacrifice to save the women of White City," Nuoliya’s face gradually formed a smile, but it was merely a movement of muscles, constructed from endless hope and despair.

Su Ming’an did not see any emotion related to smiling.

Bright daylight spilled down, blood-rich and intense in its hue. She looked up, her eyes capturing a hint of brilliant gold and white.

...If one day Nuoliya also developed a personal agenda like Bai Xiong had.

She would also, like Bai Xiong, willingly be killed by her own creations, be conquered by outsiders like this, and allow her creations to replace her as the new leader of White City, taking over her scepter and nurturing the next Nuoliya.

Reincarnation.

An endless cycle of reincarnation.

This feeling of desolation gradually emerged, and Su Ming’an slowly realized—perhaps the former Bai Xiong had thought the same. When he first initiated the bioroid plan, he also believed that he would remain fair and impartial... until he developed a personal agenda, falling in love with his own creation.

Nuoliya, after having destroyed everything Bai Xiong had and killing him, changed from gazing into the abyss to becoming the abyss itself.

...She would gradually become someone like him, ceaselessly renewing the city’s "future," repeating the situations of today.

Su Ming’an thought of the words in Bai Xiong’s diary.

[Everything I now think and feel—is it genuinely as a human, with fervent adoration and devotion for her,

or... is it merely a program named "love her" scripted and repeatedly engraved into the memory chips by my predecessors?

I clearly love her so deeply that I even killed my former self for her.

But when she genuinely fell in love with me...

She will kill me, inheriting everything I have, my worldview, emotions, thoughts, and inheriting the scepter of the Mother Goddess to become the strongest and most tolerant ruler of this city.

She will kill me, she will become me.

She will embrace all of me and proceed, burdened with all my love and ideals.

She will bear my tenderest curse filled with faith, stepping over my ashes and remains.

She will become a completely unbiased and unprejudiced Agent.

She will spend her life striving for the future,

and the me who passed away will forever linger like a shadow.]

Su Ming’an voiced his conclusion.

"You’ll support me, right?" Nuoliya asked, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Su Ming’an sighed softly.

A thread swished past his hat brim, and he tilted his head slightly, a whole hat being sliced off.

After the hat fell, the hidden Player identity was finally revealed.

"You... you’re not an NPC. You’re Su Ming’an. What is that?" Qin Ze looked in surprise at the clone corpse lying on the ground.

Su Ming’an did not respond to his question.

He had solved the puzzle before anyone else and reached the conclusion.

He stepped forward, walking towards Nuoliya while Noel muttered to himself, "So that’s it. Your cloning skill has evolved to such an extent... Possessing its own persona and ability to think, no wonder... Eh?"

At the same time, everyone heard the system announcement:

"Ah? It’s done?" Qin Ze scratched his head, "Su Ming’an, I really have no idea how you figured it out... I’m totally confused."

"Su Ming’an." Noel vaguely organized his thoughts. It was Su Ming’an who perfectly completed it, but that was alright, he didn’t care about those, he just wanted to know the truth. He stepped forward to block Su Ming’an, congratulating him, "Congratulations, you’ve perfectly completed it again. What do you know? Can you tell me?"

...He had expected Su Ming’an to explain softly as before, calling him "dear Noel."

Instead, the youth in front of him just smiled, then walked straight past him.

His gaze towards Noel was as indifferent as towards anyone else, without a trace of attachment.

...It was as if something had suddenly changed.

Su Ming’an moved forward, placing his hands on Nuoliya’s still-blood-stained hands.

He looked into Nuoliya’s ocean-like eyes, a long-suppressed emotion gradually appearing in his eyes, his tone gentle and slow:

"Nuoliya, I hope you will persevere, carry out the legacy of generations, and not become the existence you detest the most."

"Thank you for your blessing, outsider traveler. I will try to be the most just and selfless agent in White City... before I am killed by my own experiment," Nuoliya kissed the back of his hand, her attitude devout:

"Outsider traveler, I saw a will named ’future’ in your eyes, I hope your journey will be as smooth sailing as mine."

Her ocean-like eyes gradually reflected a similar tranquility, and in those clear pupils was reflected the light-stained shadow of the youth in front of her.

...The so-called bearer is such a sorrowful entity.

To avoid becoming the existence they despise most, carrying dreams that may never be realized, people willingly march forward.