Chapter 101
White King was willing to admit that things had gone slightly out of his control.
He really couldn’t figure out why Kuafu had gone straight to the residential area.
Black mist was not a renewable resource. It was consumable. Use a lot and it decreases by a lot; use a little and it still decreases.
What treasure was there in the residential area that Kuafu would prefer to go and fight there first before then facing him in an imperfect state?
After thinking about it, it must be because of the brain he’d left behind. Kuafu was eager to get his brain back.
After all, this was the most important organ of the human body.
He’d been careless.
What White King didn’t know was that just one day ago, a certain bold candidate, who will remain unnamed, had lured Kuafu with his remains.
What’s worse is that after seducing him with his remain, this unnamed candidate had reneged on his end of the bargain, making Kuafu so furious that he began slamming against the door.
In Kuafu’s eyes, Si Chen was just a weak, low-dimensional creature whose only value was to serve as his vessel.
He never thought that a mere ant would take him for prey.
With time, everything fades, even the pain of the past.
Compared with old hatreds, new hatred seems more hateful.
White King with his umbrella stood in midair.
At night, though it was obviously the same face, his features looked sharper.
Kuafu obviously saw him too.
He raised his head, his face instantly bursting with intense hatred.
This was a complicated kind of hatred.
Kaufu had personally overseen the transformation of the Children of God and No. 13 was his greatest masterpiece. He was also the new body Kuafu originally chose for himself.
So after being backstabbed, that fondness quickly turned to anger.
But amidst the resentment was also an indescribable jealousy.
Jealousy of the other’s amazing talents.
White King felt a little unlucky. “Don’t make such an ugly expression while holding someone’s body.”
He threw the umbrella in his hand and along with it, the storage box he had been holding in his hand.
The black umbrella kept getting bigger as it rotated, as though it would cover Kuafu and those tentacles.
Kuafu naturally wouldn’t let things go as he wished. With a howl, he shot into the air like a reverse meteor.
The black mist behind him was so dense it looked like a black hole that could swallow everything.
Though there should be no wind around them, around White King, the howling wind blew the black mist into a huge vortex.
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So much so that people have almost forgotten that White King, back then, had carved his own path through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
While coughing up blood, No. 9 commanded, “Quick, get out of here.”
This was the opening scenes of battle and these unlucky students might well wind up as collateral damage.
Si Chen took a couple of steps forward and picked up the box containing No. 11’s remains from off the ground.
When gods fight, who would notice what one little brat does?
Song Ziyu had just performed a caesarean section on himself that morning and when the building collapsed just now, his leg had been crushed under the rubble. A bone protruded from his knee and he hadn’t had time to fix it. As he retreated, it was inevitable he’d be hobbling with a limp.
Though his face had turned pale with pain, he remained silent, trying his best to keep up with the others around him.
No. 9 was so anxious that he wrapped his snake’s body around one candidate’s waist and rolled up everyone else.
He took the exam candidates directly to the outskirts of the city.
Three huge vortices had appeared in the sky above Kuafu Science and Technology City.
The center of the vortices exploded with terrifying energy. Just seeing it from a distance made a chill go down their spines.
The entire metal city was humming. The city was shrouded in black fog and the scene inside could barely be seen. Only the deafening explosions and piercing wind could be heard.
No. 9 put the candidates down. His nine snake heads lay on the ground together, panting slightly. Dark blood continued to flow from his mouth and nose.
Before, chucks of his body had been devoured by Kuafu and it never healed.
The blood flowing out of his wounds have long since turned from black to red, its color becoming light and dull.
No. 9’s blood was like hot cocoa, with a steaming sweetness. But the Eternal Life Abyss did not come out to complain about hunger.
Within its diet chart, the only edible creature exempted from being eaten was Si Chen.
But with Si Chen’s daily education on morality, the Eternal Life Abyss gradually understood that some things can be eaten and some cannot.
Mom will be angry if you eat it.
Because what Si Chen said was too complicated and it couldn’t remember it clearly, the Eternal Life Abyss understood it as follows: You can not eat those you know, but you can eat those you do not know.
No. 9 was obviously on the “know” list.
Si Chen squatted beside him and lay his hand on No. 9’s scale covered head. He asked in a somewhat anxious tone, “Does anyone have gene medicine?”
Because of the low absorption efficiency, he had not prepared any gene medicine of his own.
It was clear that no one was hiding anything this time. Gene medicines of various flavors quickly piled up into a small mountain. All of them very high level.
Si Chen poured it into No. 9 as though pouring water.
The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy. Above, mutant vultures, lured by the smell of blood, circled non-stop, letting out shrill screams.
Song Ziyu came limping over and asked Si Chen, “What happened to Chen Zhizhou?”
“He’s not Chen Zhizhou, is he?” Lin Jiali tightened her grip on the bow in her hand. “I saw the blood in the elevator before and at that time I thought Chen Zhizhou must have been in serious danger. Later, I was so glad he was fine. But Chen Zhizhou obviously couldn’t have held against Kuafu. Are you Child of God No. 9?”
Although it was a question, her attitude showed she was already certain.
After all, Chen Zhizhou had only been to the ninth floor of the Khaos Manufacturing Facility that day.
The head in the center opened its eyes. His pupils were slightly blurred vertical lines.
Si Chen saw that No. 9 was about to speak and he leaned his head closer.
No. 9 said slowly, “I’m sleepy.”
He liked sleeping. In sleeping, he could avoid many things that he didn’t want to face.
Si Chen’s heart trembled and he asked, “Then, will you wake up?”
No. 9 smiled softly. “I have been dead for a long time. What’s this about waking up? This brief time of wakefulness is an unexpected occurrence.”
A thin layer of tears had begun to pool in Si Chen’s eyes and his nose tingled.
Unlike the tears he had forced out of him for various reasons in the past, this time, he couldn’t control the emotions that were about to overflow. He could only let them out freely.
Logically speaking, they had only known each other for two days and shared no deep relationship.
But when Si Chen had been by No. 9’s side, he had felt cared for and protected.
This was something Si Chen had craved for especially when he was a child. In places where resources are scarce and people do all they can just to survive, tender emotions are a luxury.
“Don’t cry.”
No. 9’s voice was very weak. “Chen Zhizhou is still alive but he is seriously injured and his memory will be affected to some extent.”
Gene medicine is of little use to him.
Nine’s current state was more akin to a battery that had run out of power. Gene medicine could not recharge him.
“Si Chen.” No. 9 spoke softly, so softly that only the two of them could hear, “My other head is dreaming and I seem to be dreaming about you.”
His voice became fainter and fainter. “In my dream, you are walking through a maze paved with puzzle pieces… In this maze, there are many yous.”
Si Chen’s expression was stunned.
If his guess was correct, this maze must refer to the maze wherein White Dress was trapped.
“Xi He.” No. 9 paused, “My name.”
After saying this, he completely stopped moving.
No. 9 did not close his eyes, his huge eyes were still looking up at the sky, but his heartbeat and pulse had stopped.
His body gradually became cold and stiff and then emitted a strange fishy smell.
The mutant vultures in the sky couldn’t resist their hunger and swooped in. Si Chen didn’t move. Tentacles quickly emerged from his body and pierced the mutants’ hearts like arrowheads.
The birds immediately fled and dispersed.
No. 9 did not return to his human form after death.
Just like the Black Goat Si Chen saw on the 11th floor, the Children of God have long lost their human forms due to pollution and mutation.
Si Chen stayed there, unmoving.
The others also gathered around No. 9, expressions full of mourning.
Soon, No. 9’s body began to dissolve, turning into wisps of gray mist, blending into this vast world.
Only the unconscious Chen Zhizhou was left.
Si Chen quickly pulled away from his sadness.
He would spend time missing Xi He but not now.
He looked at Lin Jiali, who he was most familiar with and said, “I’ll leave Chen Zhizhou to you.”
Lin Jiali instantly understood what he meant. “What are you going to do?”
Si Chen took out the storage box h’de picked up off the ground. The red flesh inside was like jelly, shaking gently within the box.
“I promised the Black Goat before that I would resurrect it under the gallows,” Si Chen said.
It just so happened that the third question on the test paper was also related to the gallows.
[Question 3. What happens when you stand under the gallows after dark?]
Originally, if a test candidate wished to answer this question, s/he would need to risk his/her life. Admission ticket in hand, s/he would need to go out in the dead of night.
Now, the source of the danger, the black mist was being contained by White King. This was the perfect time to plunder the house.
“I’ll go with you!” Chu Dongliu raised his hand.
Si Chen shook his head, “No, you’re not in the best mental state. I’m afraid something might go wrong.”
If Chu Dongliu went crazy and shot him, mistaking him for a mutant, there would be no way to reason with him.
Song Ziyu couldn’t go with him either. His leg was injured and he had just had an abortion. Not even a capitalist would dare exploit this kind of labor.
Lin Jiali was fine but Si Chen had entrusted Chen Zhizhou to her.
Si Chen took out the map. “We’ve landed at the perfect spot. If you look at the map here, there is a cross nearby. After the Black Goat is resurrected, he might be able to help Teacher Song.”
His reason was impeccable.
Lin Jiali couldn’t help but ask, “Tell me honestly, are you going out there to get those 25 points?”
In an uncharacteristic display, Si Chen was silent for a couple of seconds. “…En.”
The author has something to say:
Xi He’s name is taken from the homophony of “Xi He (羲和)”, which means sun.
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