Love, death, and false man

Chapter 22. 22

CG125 and Harley Street Fighter are traveling on the Black and White Highway within the Singularity, heading towards the entrance of the Singularity.

"If the lieutenant doesn't give any further instructions after I leave, then I think this will be the last time we meet."

Xia Bing desperately hoped that was the case; otherwise, what awaited her would be at least a job that would cost her half her life, and it would definitely be much more terrifying than the situation she was in today.

"Oh……"

Although Fang Yan had only known this woman for a short time, he could tell she was a very capable and reliable person. Damn it, there was absolutely no progress. His luck with women was terrible. Was he really going to wallow in the QQ group Wang Ying had given him until he died?
"This is what good development looks like. Otherwise, we should prepare for a glorious defeat in advance. What happened just now? It seems like you crushed that fake man's head and absorbed it."

"I don't understand either, this must be the characteristic of my soul fire."

Fang Yan knew that the heat of the Soul Fire could be increased through relevant training, reaching over 1,300 joules, but it was still quite difficult to handle certain situations.

This singularity is a small singularity, not very large. On the way, they also encountered a "Void Demon". This kind of thing does not have the ability to think and was dealt with by Xia Bing without any effort. Steel pipe, loaded, one shot.

"What the hell is this?"

"There are many names for it. The name I've heard it is Void Demon, which only exists in distorted spacetime, such as singularities. I don't know exactly what it is, but I've heard it's a lost 'free will'."

"Free will?"

"You should know that using the properties of Soulfire and actively activating it will increase entropy and cause irreversible mental damage. Soulfire is not actually our power; it is a product of our alteration of the course of history and the breakdown of causality. It is actually detached from our physical selves. Even after physical annihilation, Soulfire will still exist, but because entropy has increased to its maximum value, it will fall into heat death and will forever be devoid of intelligence and thought, wandering aimlessly in the gaps of spacetime distortion where physical rules are weak, just like here. I heard this from others; this is the Void Demon, most likely one of the Salvation Army, a false man, or a member of the Church's clergy who died in this great war that spanned history."

"It's fucking creepy..."

Fang Yan felt a chill run down his spine. "I've heard of a video game where the world is like this: for the world to continue, firewood must be burned, and great heroes or kings are used as fuel to obtain flames that bring light and warmth. These Void Demons are like the completely burned firewood, the Soul Drainers... are they perhaps equivalent to Lords of Cinder? No, they are the complete opposite. They have taken all the people in history and made them into firewood to burn, drawing boundless power from them."

Fang Yan was suddenly puzzled. What was the use of having so much power? Or what purpose did they have? In short, it was something he couldn't understand.

"I know, I've played it, and that's a pretty interesting analogy."

Xia Bing noticed they were almost at the exit. Some confidential matters couldn't be discussed outside, not even the words "Saviour Army." "Since you've mentioned the Lord of Souls, didn't I tell you I have some very explosive news?"

"I really want to hear what it is."

"It's about the Lord of Souls, but of course it's just a rumor and its reliability is questionable."

"What about him?"

"The Lord of Souls lived even before us; he lived in 1899, the period when radio was first being used."

Why would you be there?

"Who knows... I already said it's just a rumor, top-secret information. Maybe it was meaningless before."

The two arrived at the abandoned parking lot.

Will this singularity persist indefinitely?

Fang Yan couldn't help but ask.

"Anyway, someone will definitely come to deal with it, whether by some method to make it collapse or to permanently seal it off. If we have to say what kind of thing the Soul-Sucking Lord and his gang did, they will contain the danger."

Xia Bing told Fang Yan to go out first, not to let the people who came to reinforce her go last.

Fang Yan was not polite. Xia Bing could not be treated as an ordinary girl. With a snap of his index finger, he could turn ten adult men into mincemeat.

…… ……

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9/21—19:07
You have completed your support mission.

[Current Merit Points: 1000/10000]

Your rank has been promoted to Private First Class.

[More technical support will be provided, and monthly military supply details have been updated.]

[Your direct superior has additional information: If you successfully bring Private First Class Xia Bing back before 7:11 PM, then congratulations, Private First Class Fang Yan, you have become a legend in the 7th Army. I have granted you a special two-week leave. Your communication codes and Private First Class Xia Bing's will be temporarily merged. After the leave, you will be carrying out a potentially dangerous long-term mission. Be prepared, and enjoy your leave. In order to avoid being detected by base stations numbered 0-1, and to solidify your current social identity, that's all.]

Once outside, the colors returned to normal, and the interface generated by the electronic target on the eye instantly connected to the Salvation Army's server.

Fang Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because according to Xia Bing, this wasn't just a matter of being slightly dangerous; it was a major undertaking that required thorough and glorious preparation.

It was raining heavily in Binhai City at the moment. Fang Yan was soaked to the bone as soon as he came out. There were very few streetlights under the light rail overpass, and many of them were not lit.

After the start of autumn, the chill of the cold front seeps into the skin along with the rain, penetrating to the bone.

Xia Bing was also nearby.

Both motorcycles had their engines braked, and the noisy hum relieved some of the dullness and oppression.

Xia Bing naturally received a message from the liaison officer. The two-week vacation sounded nice, but during this time, in order to maintain her social identity, she had no time to relax. The Soul Absorber's intelligence department was not to be trifled with, and she might be targeted at any time.

Although Fang Yan had very little contact with girls, he could tell that Xia Bing's expression was not very natural after receiving the message, and he also had no experience in comforting people.

"If I hadn't come, things probably wouldn't have become so complicated."

Fang Yan spoke with a touch of melancholy.

"You're overthinking it... What a waste of such a deep scar, such a contrast! You're actually a very sensitive and delicate person?"

"I was just saying it offhand."

"This situation is unavoidable. At worst, you'll just die and go to heaven to enjoy bliss."

"Then I'll leave first."

"Where to? It's raining so hard. Let's go to my place first and change into some clean clothes. I have some that will suit you. The main thing is that it'll be convenient to treat you to a meal after we get out. It's really necessary to talk about building social connections. We'll definitely be in a lot of contact with you soon, so we need to create some channels of contact and social relationships."

Xia Bing didn't care at all. She put the steel pipe back into the storage box attached to the side of the Harley Street Fighter and looked at Fang Yan expressionlessly.

In the realistic colors, in the real world, Fang Yan finally saw Xia Bing in person. She still had strikingly bright red long hair, and she was wearing silk stockings and black oiled stockings, which were quite eye-catching. Her white shirt underneath was wet from the rain, and it was actually purple with lace trim...

Wait, to her house?

"Thank you so much..."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)