Love, death, and false man

Chapter 30. Death High School
"I couldn't tell at all that your unease was reflected in the disappointment you felt after your repeated attempts to harass female classmates ended in failure?"

"Isn't it normal for high school students to be sexually repressed? The division of power has long been established. You are responsible for internal rule, and I am responsible for external purges. This is my method of purging dissidents. Keep your dogs in check. They have been consuming too many suspects without concrete reports to gain energy, and they are about to be distributed among the criminals."

Roddy was extremely dissatisfied with the shadowy figure's actions.

Those things do not possess decision-making capabilities, and their soul fire cannot obtain power from the distorted spacetime. They can only rely on devouring and genetic recombination. However, there are also extremely strong combatants among those things.

It's said that in the Salvation Army's rank system, killing those things earns you 200 points, while someone like me gets 400 points, which is equivalent to two people. That's a bit of a pressure.

However, his rank was slightly higher. In Salvation Army terms, he might be called a sergeant, in charge of privates and corporals, perhaps around 800 points, Roddy guessed.

"Haven't you been punished yet? Does that mean you have goodwill towards humanity?"

"I'm the ultimate 3D expert, and all I want is for this system to keep running. I want to see... the truth of history."

Roddy had heard of the so-called historical timeline, but it was top secret and he had no access to it, not even a glimpse of it.

At the intersection of time, all events of the past and future are revealed, dispelling all the fog.

History is open to interpretation; what truly obscures everything—is it the Lord of Souls, the Savior, or the gods in heaven?
Truth... is reality.

A middle-aged woman came up the stairs to the rooftop. She was the female assistant to the principal of Binhai No. 10 Middle School, but her eyes were completely empty, as if her soul had been taken away.

Satellite programs are becoming increasingly unreliable. charlatans, madmen, and terrorists have completely grasped the key points and know how to hide them. Binary can never defeat [associative leaps of thought]; seeing short sleeves evokes thoughts of joint burial. We still have to rely on the administrators of Earth's defense bases.

"This is a list of suspicious individuals."

The female assistant handed Roddy a paper document.

Temporary servers need to be connected to the global network, and their servers are the same, making them vulnerable to attacks. Even when the technical levels of all three parties are completely equal, none of them are reliable. Sometimes, the most primitive methods have to be used.

"Okay, keep a close watch on these people. Finally, report this guy, the one with the scar, to the server. Since he has a mental disorder and spends more time off-campus, let someone else handle him; he'll definitely behave normally at school..."

That's how Roddy judged it.

"Let's just kill him; he looks very dangerous."

The shadowy figure said this.

"Please, if you keep killing indiscriminately, we'll both be dismissed. There have been enough safety incidents already. The other people in Binhai City don't have nearly as many. Take it easy, girl. Humans... are our kind. The most beautiful music is silence, and the greatest illusion is innocence."

Roddy just wanted to get promoted, climb to a higher position, and see the true history of the universe.

"It has a certain charm. Where did you see it?"

"Girl's Scroll, Laboratory."

Roddy's expression, however, was completely different from his words. He didn't look lewd at all; instead, he was incredibly serious, as if he had made up his mind.

"As expected of a top-tier 3D expert."

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[We have ascertained the target's entire network of relationships and area of ​​activity, and are currently conducting routine surveillance.]

9/23
The goal was to go to the city library alone at 9:00 AM, using a combination of public transportation and long-distance running, with the possibility of intense Soulfire training not ruled out. The individual spent two hours in a corner seat on the third floor of the library, repeatedly looking up to observe their surroundings, and jotting down what appeared to be coded messages in a red-covered notebook. Upon leaving, the notebook was torn out and disposed of in the restroom trash can.

This behavior differs significantly from the typical daily habits of college students. The recovered notebook fragments have been analyzed and identified as sketches of irregularly shaped buildings. (9/23)
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9/23
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9/24
According to the 720° sonar real-time positioning, the target was recording unknown content in a red-covered notebook throughout the morning. Abnormal data fluctuations were detected, but it was impossible to determine whether there was interference from spy satellites, and it was still uncertain whether the target was aware of being monitored.

9/24
Students from the same class have been apprehended. They checked the contents of the red-covered logbook when the target went to smoke in the fire escape of the performance hall; it appeared to be a normal diary entry. Considering the target's intense long-distance running training, suspicion is high. It's possible the target was aware of the activity and altered the logbook, or it might have been encrypted; the server would need to perform encryption and decryption.

9/24
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[Intimidation has been carried out through harassment and control measures. Under high pressure, the target has not shown any real-time deviations in thought or behavior. Further observation is needed, as well as deciphering the encrypted content of the red-covered logbook on the server.]

9/24—22:20
In order to determine the specific contents of the logbook, the monitor decided to take a look himself, and while he was at it, he also threatened the monitor with violence to see if he could trigger a Soulfire reaction.

The transportation routes to Fangyan have been determined.
At this moment.

In the eastern district of Binhai City, on Shangnan Street, a quiet alleyway relatively close to Fang Yan's home, it was nearly midnight, and there were only a few scattered figures. Fang Yan was walking on the road with his schoolbag on his back.

He could hear the increasingly hurried footsteps behind him. Had it finally reached the stage of violent threats, or would he just kill him like Dongni had? Bai Zhe's method was still somewhat effective.

Fang Yan prepared two identical notebooks, one to carry with him and the other a haphazard diary held together by almost invisible transparent tape as bookmarks. Only Fang Yan himself knew how many pages it was backed up to.

They had already noticed the person who had been following them.

"You, stop."

The other party suddenly launched an attack, before Fang Yan could draw his pistol.

[You have been redirected to the [Hunter Channel]]

[Guilty Gear.EXE, confirm execution.]

[Soulfire Strength: 921]

Peak intensity: 1337

No one knows where Fang Yan got the chainsaw from, but without any nonsense, he unleashed the power to its maximum. The chainsaw gears were spinning so fast they were already smoking, and sparks flew from the friction of the chain. He turned around and sawed directly at the monitor's face.

Passersby acted as if they hadn't seen anything, continuing to chat and laugh, while the young couple still put their arms around each other and whispered sweet nothings.

The projection chainsaw sliced ​​through the monitor's face with impunity, then welded itself to his skull and spun wildly, separating all flesh and bone to both sides. The red and white matter splattered violently like a car that had broken down in the mud.

"I'll kill all the mothers of you mind-control dogs!"

The monitor, due to genetic recombination, possessed tenacious vitality; even with its head sawed in half, it wasn't quite dead. Fang Yan withdrew the chainsaw and began sawing towards its waist. The terrifying noise of the chainsaw roared for a long time, but the surrounding pedestrians seemed oblivious.

It tore through flesh and internal organs, got stuck at the spine for a moment, and then was completely severed at the waist. The upper body, which hadn't had time to deform, slid to the ground.

This person appears to be a relatively low-level pseudo-human, lacking the characteristics of Soulfire, and the strange Soulfire hand did not appear.

Fang Yan breathed heavily, looking at the mess of blood and flesh on the ground. He himself was also covered in blood.

My phone vibrated; it was a call from Weng Qing.

Hey! Don't forget about tomorrow!

"Stop asking. I already told you, as long as you get permission to skip tomorrow's evening self-study session, everything will be fine. Phew."

"Are you running? You seem a little out of breath."

"Pretty much, it's all physical labor anyway."

(End of this chapter)