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"Sir, the weapons resources in the dungeon are not sufficient. But Su Xiaobi is on our side."

"Once we obtain the Dawn System, she will terminate the defense of Doomsday City. And we will rush into the dungeon to release everyone, stabbing a sharp knife from the inside, straight into the inner city of Doomsday City."

In order to distinguish the impostor from Su Ming'an, people began to call Su Ming'an "chief" instead of "city lord".

"Yes." Su Mingan nodded. He raised his head and looked around at everyone.

He has been thinking that if a god can "observe" this complex three-dimensional world, what is his observation perspective? Is he looking down from above and blocked by some barriers? Or is he aware of every situation in the city-state like a program? One detail?

This is a very critical question, and Su Mingan has been testing it.

He has discovered that the gods have perfect control over all n's interests, temperaments and behaviors, but cannot detect anything about the players.

If you want to fight against gods, "players" are the only way to break the situation.

After completing the docking, Su Mingan walked out of the conference room. Dozens of skycars flew diagonally toward the surface like a galaxy. The buildings standing crookedly were coated with a cold sense of technology.

...And his shoulders slowly brushed against the flickering blue-purple mist, as if the morning mist in the mountains had been wiped away.

At this moment, he realized that the specifications of this underground city were very similar to the underground laboratory in Catastrophe 72.

"Grandpa, where are you going?" Noah followed him.

"There are still two hours before the dinner time, so I'm going to make some preparations." Su Ming'an said, "I know it well and will reserve time to change my dress."

"Hmm..." Noah hummed. One after another, they cast a long dark purple shadow on the wall.

The styles of prosperity and decay are unbridled in this underground city. You can see non-mainstream young people singing with electric guitars and dancers choosing formal dresses everywhere. The artistic cells of human beings have been suppressed for a full 71 years. Once they are out of control, , art\music\dance... erupted like a volcano, gorgeous and full.

Freedom is a priceless treasure given by God. All the wealth buried underground and in the sea cannot compare with it. The freedom hidden in the bones of human beings cannot be eradicated by any ideological rule.

When there is survival, one misses freedom; when there is no survival, one abandons freedom; and sometimes one abandons survival for freedom. History spirals forward amidst repeated overlapping and subtracting contradictions, forming a civilization called humankind.

"What do you want to say?" Su Mingan realized that Noah had something to say.

Noah has always acted vigorously and resolutely, and rarely looked so cautious. Noah thought about his words for a long time before speaking out:

"Are you tired?"

"Huh?" Su Mingan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Noah to ask such a question. He stared at Noah's blue eyes for three seconds before turning his gaze: "I'm not tired."

"...Are you afraid?" Noah said again. "Not afraid." Su Mingan said.

Why do the people around him always care about his mental state?

"That's weird." Noah blinked: "To be honest, I really want to see you scared, so that I can comfort you and tell you, go and rest when you are tired. If you are scared, you don't have to go." Feast. But you won’t give me a chance. You always make me feel... unreal. Just like the people in the oil paintings."

For some reason, Su Ming'an felt to him...like a cold statue. Like the silent black cat on his shoulder. The buzzing of the electric guitar came to his ears, and the thunder snake danced in the air.

Su Mingan stopped.

Noah's brilliant blond hair was like the rising sun in the blue-purple mist, and the people on the street were vague shadows, giving people an unreal visual sense.

...They seem to disappear at any time.

Su Mingan noticed that Noah was becoming more and more sentimental. Before he left, Noah had inexplicably sworn allegiance to him. Considering Noah's age, people should like to sigh deeply when they get older.

A person whose favorability was forcibly raised to 100 points by the person in power would actually care about others like this. "..." Su Mingan raised his hand and handed his palm to Noah.

"What are you doing?" Noah said blankly. "Here, shake hands." Su Mingan said.

Noah reached out his hand with some confusion and held Su Mingan's palm (this chapter is not finished yet!)

Chapter 731·"Temperature."

, even the heat in Noah's palm is higher than that of others.

"Are my hands warm?" Su Mingan said.

Noah was a little confused. He could feel the heat in Su Mingan's palm and subconsciously answered: "Yes." "Do oil paintings have temperature?" Su Mingan said.

"No." Noah replied. "Then what conclusion did you draw?" Su Mingan said. "..."

Noah reacted quickly.

It was like lightning flashed through his mind. He just paused for a moment, and fireworks were set off in his sky-blue eyes. He liked this concise way of communication very much, like interesting logical reasoning.

"I understand." Noah let go of his hand: "Sorry, you are not an oil painting. You are right in front of me."

"Um."

Su Ming'an let go of his hand and silently ticked "Maintain n's goodwill" in his plan. He was used to using different strategies to target different people. It was effective every time.

Except for gods. "Zizzizi——"

Ten minutes later, a building complex composed of blue and purple electric tubes appeared in front of us, like a Rubik's cube twisted into irregular shapes.

Noel was waiting quietly at the door, wearing a white coat, and the surgical forceps in his hands had a cold sheen.

Su Mingan walked up to Noel. "Coming?" Noel put away the surgical forceps. Su Mingan nodded.

——Before going to the banquet, one of Su Mingan’s backup plans was to ask Noel to put some chip devices into his body.

For example, a link device that can communicate instantly with the mysterious hacker "Team Mu" in a place with sufficient signal.

Although this body is Su Ming'an's own in appearance, when he returns to the world of the Lord God, he will log out with the body of Akto, the City of Measurement, which means that his original body will not be affected in any way - in other words , his current body is more similar to the "bionic body Su Ming'an".

Therefore, there is no cost for using this disposable body to undergo transformation.

The only danger is that Su Mingan cannot rule out the possibility of Noel betraying him. We must be absolutely cautious in everything. The burden of the world is too heavy, and there is no chance of failure of 0.1%. If Noel really lays a trap, Su Mingan will do the same. There is a last resort.

At this time, Noel happened to see Noah behind Su Mingan.

"Sure enough... it seems like it." Noel's eyes flickered like thorns for a moment. He and Noah are so similar, they both have similar blond hair and sky-blue eyes, the same lively and out-of-the-box temperament, even the pronunciation of their names They are all similar. However, Noel is a player, but Noah is one of the nine leaders of Doomsday City.

"Grandpa, I still don't want you to go to the banquet." Noah didn't pay attention to Noel's sight: "That fake city lord has overwhelmed everyone. Even if you reveal your identity, you may be persecuted..."

Su Mingan shook his head: "Go back and take action tonight."

Noah pursed his lips and did not try to persuade him again. He just stared at him blankly like a golden retriever. Su Mingan turned around and prepared to walk into the room.

"——Sir! Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of running in the distance. A girl with flaxen hair rushed over. She was wearing a neat military uniform and holding milk-like lilies in her arms.

"Sir! The white lily cultivated in the flower room has bloomed. This is the first flower we have successfully cultivated. I give it to you!" The girl raised the lily in her hand loudly and held it to Su Mingan who was standing by the door railing.

Su Mingan took the flowers. The flower of love, the flower of purity, the flower of blessing.

People who are blessed by lilies are usually favored by everyone and can resist the temptation of the outside world, so as to remain uncontaminated. People took the lead in cultivating Akto's favorite flower for his liking.

In the ruined world, flowers symbolize spring... It turns out that spring can also be born here. "Thank you." Su Mingan said.

This is not a valuable flower, and in the world of the Lord God it only costs 0.1 points. But here, it symbolizes hope.

The girl showed a shy smile.

She is the granddaughter of Sen Kelstia, Chun Kelstia. She is sixteen years old this year. Based on her age, she is still the sister of Che and Yue Yue, and she works in the flower house.

After learning that the white lily had bloomed, she ran all the way and was the first to deliver it to Su Mingan. "Sir, we hope you have seen the colors of spring, (this chapter is not finished yet!)

Chapter 731·"Temperature."

Being able to be happy..." Chun said.

"Thank you, I'm very happy." Su Mingan said.

Chunxiang received great encouragement and bowed heavily until Su Mingan closed the door. "——Thank you! I wish you success!" With a click, the door closed. Noel washed his hands and put on white gloves:

"Su Ming'an, lie on the bed."

There was a flat bed under the bright operating light. Su Mingan placed the lilies on the table, and the iron frame made a harsh sound.

He heard Noel's voice:

"Su Mingan, why do you think humans are humans because their bodies have no mechanical parts?"

"The reason why human beings are human beings is because they believe that they are human beings." Su Mingan lay on the bed and replied: "When a person's self-awareness tells this person - "You are a human being". Then no one can deprive this person of

Pursue independent power."

"Is that so?" Noel nodded and started to be the Riddler: "It seems that someone is really lucky..."

The second half of his sentence was too quiet and Su Mingan didn't hear it.

The anesthetic penetrated the skin, and Su Mingan's senses were fogged, and he closed his eyes.

The blazing white light and the reflection of the scalpel shone brightly in the room. Noel pursed his lips tightly and looked extremely focused. He looked at the black-haired young man lying on the operating table and sewed in one foreign object after another with extremely meticulous movements.

The wounds on the body were pulled by silk threads that overlapped as tightly as spider webs.

Not belonging to human flesh and blood, cold, foreign, and hard. Those fine metal sheets, iron nails, and chips. Inlay, connect, implant, and sew them... Noel is like a painter, carefully painting the texture of each plate.

Color, paint the white paper with bright colors, and sew up the fragmented bloody mouth in front of you bit by bit.

Like perfecting a broken work of art, an incomplete statue.

Noel noticed that Su Mingan seemed to regard his body as a cold tool. Because it could be repaired, he would not feel pain. Because he could go back to the beginning, he would not feel fear.

The reason why Noel feels guilty about his children is because he knows deeply in his heart that human beings are human beings because they use human bodies to act, think with human bodies, and feel and feel with human bodies.

Love. When the material itself changes, thoughts will inevitably shift. When part of the body is replaced with metal parts, human beings will have errors in their self-perception.
To be continued...