Love, death, and false man

Chapter 57. The Final Domestication

The wars that once controlled history in the distant past have long since spiraled out of control to a pathological state. An ominous and terrifying eye sweeps across every head, colonizing ideas, breeding docile wolves, and sheltering man-eating sheep. Like capillaries spreading out, it penetrates all structures containing information, leaving no room for any rebellious thought to hide.

This kind of time proxy war, which flows backward from the future to the entire history, has infiltrated universities. Whoever controls the past controls the future, and whoever controls the young people has the power of discourse.

For Andy, he himself did not place his hopes for combat on inexperienced people, nor did he count on them, but this was the policy of the Missionary Council, and it had to be carried out.

The loss of contact with two combatants forces Andy to find new replacements.

"Too basic..."

They can't even do something this basic...

Time waits for no one; there's no time for you to prepare. You must make a decision now.

I underwent the Ascension Ritual, which was not only a trial but also a process to compress myself into the smallest possible storage unit and send me to the present.

That wasn't easy. For me personally, the hardest thing to concentrate on was the intravenous injection of chemicals that seeped into every nerve sheath and reached the pain axons.

"It's nothing more than iron and fire, such a shallow understanding. Consider this my plea: be a man of integrity."

Andy used a red-hot branding iron to burn the back of his hand until the skin was carbonized.

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10/11—6:50
Xiao Long woke up with a start.

Looking at the carbonized skin on the back of my hand, the missing nails, and the fingers with skin peeling off vertically like the stripes of an onion, I was amazed to find that the hand could still be used normally because the special medicine had left no aftereffects.

After putting on gloves and quickly washing up, I was about to leave home.

"I am leaving."

"Come back, breakfast is ready."

"I'm worried about being late."

“You insist on eating out, but food outside is expensive. Your dad is still a programmer at his age, and money is hard to earn these days. These are all secondary issues. The most important thing is your health. Eating out is unhealthy. Eat at home before you leave.”

"Oh, good."

"Are you being disobedient at school? A teacher even came to visit your home the day before yesterday. Try to be more understanding of adults and put yourself in their shoes. You'll be an adult in a few months, and you're still watching children's cartoons. Anyway, we won't interfere after you turn eighteen, just like in foreign countries."

"I know I don't need it anymore."

The people who came to visit Xiao Long's home that day were members of the Ascetic Order. They were putting pressure on Xiao Long. They wanted to kill ordinary people, which was easier than crushing an insect, and they could do it silently, so that people would forget the memories associated with them.

Of course, Xiao Long wouldn't say that. He just sat down to eat. It seemed that finding a student with a soul fire intensity exceeding 1024 joules was not easy, and he himself was quite important.

It just so happened that Xiao Long's father had just returned home from working and was on a rare holiday. The three of them were reunited. The middle-aged man, who was scrolling through short political videos, glanced at the gloves that Xiao Long was wearing.

"Is it really that cold? Kids these days have never experienced hardship. They have everything they want to eat, and they can't keep up with computers and phones. They don't know how lucky they are. We didn't have any of these things when we were young. Studying is for your own good. Back in the day, your dad was fairly well-educated, but now it's hard to make a living. The higher the education, the better. Even if you get a PhD, I'll sell everything I own to support your education."

The middle-aged man scrolled through short political videos, speaking in a flat tone.

This completely stunned Xiao Long. There was no starting stance, yet a combo was triggered directly. But he no longer cared.

"I understand, thank you very much, you are a truly upright person."

Xiao Long said this.

But the sincere words seemed to pierce a wound that had been gripped tightly by something supreme and invisible for a long time. A kind of reverse, violent irony made his anger surge wildly, but the submissive middle-aged man remained silent for a while and ultimately said nothing more.

After eating.

"I'm leaving, Dad, Mom."

Xiao Long bid farewell with utmost solemnity and left home for Binhai No. 6 Middle School.

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10/11—7:30
The dim morning light had a kind of desperate burning sensation.

Fang Yan brought his guitar case to school. Today was going to be a big event; the grenade launcher was ready, to hell with what kind of religion it was.

The ultimate urban legend of a child raised under extreme pressure has had enough of the constant psychological stress. He kills anyone who gets in his way, no matter who he is.

I refuse to believe it's more frightening than the scene in the cold storage passage of a deep-sea fishing vessel during summer vacation.

The Salvation Army's pay allowed Fang Yan to achieve his takoyaki freedom. Today, since it didn't rain, he ate thirty takoyaki, treating it as his last meal before his execution.

We arrived at the classroom of Class 2, Grade 11 at No. 6 Middle School.

Yes……

Those killed by Ultimate Level 5 Ability Users will have their memories of them forgotten. All the dead will be forgotten. The Salvation Army's server is really awesome, which is why they can compete with the Soul Master and play the same strategy.

The Vatican, on the other hand, opted for a different approach.

He scanned the classroom, trying to read everyone's thoughts, but Fang Yan, suffering from the typical high school syndrome, harbored a deep-seated aversion to the idea that most people were idiots. He didn't find the idea of ​​spying on people's thoughts enjoyable; it was all just pointless stuff.

Xiao Long didn't come? I walked to Xiao Long's aluminum combat table and chair. His bag was already there, but he wasn't there.

That's something...

Men care about their image, and he let Xiao Long off the hook because he was being pretentious. Today is the day he gets his comeuppance.

Fang Yan wasn't being paranoid. He immediately crouched down and looked out the window to see if there was a suitable sniping position. Fortunately, his seat was by the window, with a wide field of vision and no buildings to block the view. There was no high vantage point for sniping, so he could only shoot from a low place to a high place, but it was still pretty damn dangerous.

I need to change seats temporarily.

Weng Qing saw that Fang Yan had endless questions, but Fang Yan ignored her and walked to the right side of the classroom against the wall, where he was less likely to be sniped.

"Hey bro, can we switch seats today? Thanks."

"No...why should I?"

This seat actually has special significance for the sexually repressed young man, because the person sitting in front of him is a top-tier model, Su Ci. Not to mention Xiao Chanfeng, even when faced with Fang Yan, who looks quite tough, this student refused to sit there.

I will demonstrate my toughness in front of the goddess.

Because Su Ci was a prominent figure, Fang Yan hadn't even noticed this, which caused a stir in the classroom. Fang Yan had also read Su Ci's immediate thoughts.

What is this guy trying to do...? How disgusting...

Fang Yan was speechless. He hadn't noticed the rub and made a fool of himself several times. But if he forcibly sent this guy away, wouldn't it make it seem like he was interested in Su Ci?

"How about this, you two switch seats, I have something to do today."

Fang Yan gestured for Weng Qing to sit down on the side against the wall, and the two of them switched seats. Fang Yan had a reason for doing this, as he was worried about being assassinated.

Weng Qing looked confused and pointed to herself with her finger. "Me?"
"Ignore him, why should we change?"

Su Ci raised her chin and said to the boy in the back seat that she didn't care whether he changed seats or not, but the scarred face was looking down on her.

The boy was immediately sweeter than if he'd eaten honey. Su Ci... she doesn't like me, does she?

Fang Yan was speechless, and first slapped the man across the face.

The man instantly deflated because the scarred-face man's aura was too intimidating.

Then Fang Yan walked over to Su Ci and raised his hand.

So the seat change was completed, but it was just a minor incident.

During the morning self-study session, Fang Yan was lost in thought. Looking at Xiao Long's empty aluminum-framed combat chair, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

(End of this chapter)