Love, death, and false man

Chapter 79, Section 75. Existence is its own justification.

10/15—14:31
The peeling paint on the walls along the edges of the streets and alleys exposed dark red bricks, like old blood scabs swollen from being soaked in torrential rain. The blue typhoon's landfall cast a gloomy mist over the streetlights.

The wind carried drizzling raindrops that clung to every shop window, blurring and distorting the reflections of all the people in the mirrors, whose shoulders were hunched over like question marks.

All exams and tests were meaningless to Wang Ying. He willingly became "bait," never thinking of lying in wait without using satellite-generated instantaneous thinking.

"What else?"

Wang Ying struggled to comprehend everything that had recently transpired—a spy war that spanned history.

He did indeed have the illusion that he could overturn his fate single-handedly; the electronic targets generated by the satellite on his retina made him feel that he had finally found the right path.

But the steamer head, which appeared out of nowhere and possessed boundless power, completely shattered this hope.

Like the ruler of all history, the Lord of Souls can bless his followers.

The strongest beings in history, their so-called soul fire strength, will, belief, and thought, can actually be transferred like wealth.

10240 joules of permanent kinetic energy.

Everything operates according to the thoughts of a very few supreme wills. Any act of disobeying those wills will be captured in a singularity of spacetime, either violently or by numbing, and will become the ultimate manifestation of the soul fire.

"To resolve some legacy issues."

She wore a khaki wool coat with a belt, held a transparent umbrella, and had a cigarette between her fingers.

"Legacy issues?"

Wang Ying was somewhat confused. He was still attending classes at No. 6 Middle School in the morning, and he was still wearing the blue and white No. 6 Middle School uniform jacket.

"Hmm... I should have told you beforehand, that way we could have ended this relationship peacefully. It was definitely my fault, so today is a more formal... ending, hmm..."

She took a drag of her cigarette, her eyes darting away.

She had originally planned never to contact Wang Ying again, but then she heard that Wang Ying's father had passed away, apparently due to a worsening of his pneumoconiosis.

“You could have said it over the phone, but it’s good that you chose to meet in person.”

Wang Ying didn't feel anything was wrong; it was just that things had revealed their true nature.

“You…” She didn’t know what to say, but she was worried about Wang Ying’s financial situation. It was not impossible for two years to have no feelings for each other. She considered how to say it tactfully, “Didn’t you spend a lot of money when you were pursuing me? I think I should pay you back.”

Wang Ying shook her head.

He doesn't need this anymore. Satellites can circumvent all laws, even rules, to alter bank balances, or to launder all the world's illegal assets and transfer them to accounts, as long as the mission requires it.

Out of consideration for Wang Ying's pride, she didn't spell it out, saying, "I have to give it to you. Just consider it my selfishness, and don't hate me so much."

“You’re overthinking it. Actually, I’ve thought about it for a long time. No matter what happened later, at least at that time, those experiences were real. No matter how you try to deny them, they can’t change the fact that they are a part of my life, so you don’t need to feel indebted.”

Wang Ying looked at his watch. He also had the routine task of investigating and eliminating false people. The great historical gap in 2032 made him wonder if he had become mentally ill, like that scarred guy in the second year of high school, or if it was really true that the world would be destroyed in 2032.

So... you still hate me.

She took a deep breath. Alcohol is such a strange thing; a brief moment of emotion can lead to doing things that can change one's life. It's not that she regrets it; she definitely enjoys the current state more.

"No. Human thoughts are merely a projection of social will, independent of individual desires. The environment shapes people; this is just an extension of that phenomenon. When making decisions, we subconsciously choose the easier path. This is perfectly logical. Think about it carefully; at least things didn't escalate to the worst possible point. You didn't call me while you were doing it; that would be a major operational failure. It's just a simple infidelity, nothing to say. It's human nature. You don't need to feel guilty, and I don't hate you."

Wang Ying spoke frankly, saying that he had already deciphered the runes and understood the game. "Hehe." She chuckled, thanking him for his honesty. "Where did you learn that? I anticipated many hurtful things you would say, but none of them worked. You always manage to surprise me. Maybe that's why I liked you before."

"At least it shows that your appreciation level is not bad."

Wang Ying lit a Hongtashan cigarette and started smoking.

It doesn't matter what she says; Wang Ying can read her instantaneous thoughts and ideas, and everything... is so correct.

The so-called existence is its own justification.

Everyone is trapped in the illusion of a great era of collective victory and unity. Whether they are cursing their fate with resentment like mad dogs or blindly accepting their fate and believing in the ideal of becoming harmless idols, in the end... they will all wake up in the form of a nightmare.

There are indeed certain traits in myself that make young girls like rebellious people, such as rock singers or street thugs, and there are certain reasons for this.

Even disregarding economics and modeling, and only discussing so-called pure spirituality and personal charisma, the constant compromises men make to their social niche seem to weaken their masculinity to some extent; no one would like a eunuch.

Only when they realize the insurmountable gap in their ecological niche will they gradually wake up to the fact that efficiency is the only factor.

Since human thought is independent of one's own will, this applies to both men and women.

This phenomenon is unsolvable. Profit-seeking is the cornerstone of consciousness. Facing resistance with little effect is illogical. Death... is quite terrifying. He would not call this phenomenon cowardice, but simply unsolvable. It will continue until the system collapses on its own or some powerful factor intervenes.

And at this moment.

Xia Bing and Fang Yan did not come by motorcycle due to the weather, and instead chose a regular car for reasons of concealment and stealth.

They were observing this area from an inconspicuous car parked on the street.

"Who is that woman?"

Xia Bing asked Fang Yan, who said that although he and Wang Ying were not exactly friends, they were acquaintances who often chatted.

"I think she's his girlfriend."

Fang Yan remembered this incident; he had heard Wang Ying mention it before, that he had been sexually assaulted by a rich kid who drove a supercar.

“Theoretically speaking, we are all transparent to the organization and there are very few people who cannot be summoned by the particle accelerator. To encounter two of them at once is an extremely rare situation. I have a feeling that something big is about to happen. After that woman left, we subdued Wang Ying and interrogated him about what happened at the subway station at 12:30.”

Xia Bing put on special high-temperature resistant gloves. Soulfire seemed very powerful, but everyone was high in attack and low in defense. In essence, they were still ordinary people. They would die if they fell from a slightly higher place.

She skillfully pulled out a steel pipe from the back seat and inserted the pre-loaded cartridge containing steel balls into the pipe.

"Isn't it unnecessary to make such a big fuss?"

Fang Yan knew the power of this steel pipe; it could even blow up an armored vehicle.

"So... Fang Yan, what are your thoughts?"

"I'll just go up and ask him directly."

Fang Yan said with a serious face.

"Awesome..."

Xia Bing had nothing to say.

(End of this chapter)