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Bai Jingan entered a door in a flash and simultaneously smashed the cameras inside.
In the next moment, the footsteps of the search team echoed through the corridor, cold and organized. Someone was saying, “Block C701-3 surveillance permissions reset complete—”
Bai Jingan checked his magazine while contemplating the next steps.
Surveillance programs were reset, the system was locked down, and the net completely tightened. Let alone a road, there were simply no openings outside. Before capturing him, the capture network would no longer accept any other commands.
Just then, a revelation struck Bai Jingan—he knew exactly where he had taken refuge.
This was a dungeon that no one had been to for a long time. It had been locked for a long time and exuded a strong odor of rotten flesh.
He recognized the scent.
Turning his head, he saw a person tethered to the wall—body swollen and decayed and infested with maggots. He couldn’t distinguish whether the body was that of a male or female.
Their lower body was a large cavity, emitting a foul stench, yet somehow the person was still alive, constantly groaning and whining. It sounded like a creature which had been buried deep within the earth for millennia, and didn’t sound like a human voice at all.
But indeed, it was a person, genetically modified for the fucking pleasure of some “deity” on Mount Olympus. It took a while before Bai Jingan realized that this person had been pleading, saying, “Please, please”.
The person kept repeating the same thing, over and over again. Their voice had probably once been very pleasant—even after being genetically modified, there was not a single bit of hoarseness. But they had long since not known what they were; and after being taught a lesson, the person’s brain was broken, and they could only say this one word.
Bai Jingan slowly walked to the chained creature that no longer looked like a human being.
It was extremely dark in the dungeon, and he stood there like an evil spirit escaping from another cell. He did not belong here, but was darker than anything else.
The person continued their incessant murmuring, with pupils which were an incongruent, pure light blue—preserved through some technology, yet appearing eerie and repulsive amidst the filth.
The gem-like pupils had contracted to a point, devoid of anything. Whatever this person had once been, the essence of being human had vanished. In this hellish place, all that remained were filth, decay, and unending agony.
Bai Jingan lowered his gaze, but was still unable to discern whether this person was male or female. Their face was obscured in the shadows, akin to a pure shadow.
Then he raised his hand and fired a shot into the head with those beautiful eyes.
A large splatter of blood and bone erupted in the dungeon, rendering the place almost serene.
But he then heard another distant wail coming from a cell through the ventilation shaft. The entire underground echoed with countless sharp sounds of scratching, crying, and screaming. Endlessly.
Bai Jingan’s head began to ache again, but he remained calm. He reached for a syringe in the darkness, his pupils burning with a fierce and paranoid light, devoid of any fear.
He knew how much time he had left and what opportunities he had.
The situation wasn’t great.
According to the plan, he had to get out immediately, enter the main engine location of Area C, and set up the final step within twenty minutes.
But he couldn’t enter Area C; the system there had also been reset. Although it was impossible to completely lock down the engine’s permissions, he couldn’t unlock and access it within twenty minutes when he was being pursued so intensely.
While staring at the shattered corpse, he contemplated all possibilities.
Clad in a local guards’ black uniform, his feet were covered in broken flesh, blood and filth. A faint light from outside seeped in, illuminating him. He had his head lowered, bangs covering his eyes. He was dark as a demon from hell. A faint light seemed to emanate from him, as if the darkness of the underworld was spreading from his feet.
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Bai Jingan said, “I need access permission for the anti-gravity engine ‘Floating World Paradise II’ in Area C.”
The God of War’s Temple, usually a tumultuous place with countless fans chatting, cursing, crying, and screaming, fell silent at the moment the God of War spoke. The entire world hushed.
Everyone heard this sentence. This sentence blocked all other programs, and the noisy space instantly turned silent, with only this voice resounding.
Bai Jingan stood in the sacrificial hall. Five seconds later, a small golden key fell from the light in the sky.
The key was engraved with money, a throne, and a sword and represented the Floating World Paradise II Area C anti-gravity engine’s reset password and database’s highest authority.
Bai Jingan hadn’t seen it before, but he realized it was a symbol of the Upper City’s elites.
He took off the key and ended the enquiry status.
Pure sunlight quietly penetrated through the heavy stone walls, illuminating a small space. This felt like a place that had long been abandoned but also a place at which innumerable people, in their angry, fanatical or hopeful search for significant things, had arrived in the past and would arrive in the future.
The temple was still quiet as no one spoke. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something. It was the silence before the war.
Bai Jingan inputted permissions among the shattered corpses. Blood soaked into his shoe soles, and hell expanded around him.
He took one last look at the body at his feet—once someone’s child, sibling, or lover—then walked out of the room.
Bai Jingan knew that as soon as he stepped outside, the camera’s search program would immediately lock onto him.
Every hunter would look at him and know his every move, every turn he took, and every magazine he replaced. Every syringe he injected.
They would tighten the net step by step until he was cornered. He would then be bound on the Guest Show’s plate, becoming a part of this hell.
He was about two hundred meters away from the target area. The path wouldn’t be easy, but he had to go.
He wanted to kill something… He had been suppressing the blood-soaked rage at the bottom of his heart, but now he was eager to vent it. Lowering his head, he organized his weapons, consolidated magazines, and planned his route. He suddenly realized that he had done similar things a long time ago.
And he enjoyed it.
Bai Jingan checked the number of people in the team ahead, spent three seconds planning, and then dashed out.
He snapped one person’s neck before using the corpse as a shield while firing five shots at the hunters behind him.
When the last person shot at him, he didn’t even dodge. The bullet hit his right ribs, and he took down the opponent with one shot.
He tossed the body aside and climbed up the ladder of the maintenance passage. He didn’t know how many injuries he had on his body. He relied on hemostatic and analgesic injections to endure. He was extremely focused and had no time to think about the injuries.
As soon as he left, those people targeted him. While all the doors of Floating World Paradise II opened for him, the hunting net was rapidly closing in.
Under this pressure, he forcefully charged forward for two hundred meters, exhausting all means. Wherever he went, it was like a vortex of burning flames. He could hear continuous commands coming from the communicator, and security guards from the entire underground area of the Floating World Paradise series were converging in his direction.
Behind him, a team of nearly a hundred people had already surrounded him. Someone was calling his name, but he continued forward without looking back.
Three seconds later, the entire floor beneath his feet exploded.
At that moment, the entire city shuddered violently under the explosion. Intense and dazzling flames swept up, large sections of building panels shattered, wall panels melted, and human bodies were destroyed in a flash.
Under Bai Jingan’s feet, the explosive flames spread like a living creature, engulfing everything. People, firearms, floor, and walls all became part of this orange-red flowing monster.
The paradise on the mortal world shattered, and the flames of hell raged upward madly.
Bai Jingan heard cries and curses, but they quickly disappeared.
Amidst the flames and shockwaves, he moved forward. At the last moment, he flipped and climbed onto the reinforced building panel of the upper floor. The flames screamed beneath his feet. His fingers were burned, but he couldn’t feel it.
He recalled what Xia Tian had said: “Your style of fighting is too reckless.” At the time, Xia Tian stood beneath the dim light of the armory, walking a doomed path yet oddly proud. Bai Jingan had been completely exasperated with him. Now he thought that Xia Tian was right—I am really reckless. I must walk this path. Together with him.
Beneath his feet, the entire Area C was in a terrifying blaze. He felt like he was standing on a frying pan.
Truly exhilarated, he flashed a smile.
Bai Jingan was caught in the maintenance passage of Block C701-4.
He stood on a bare building panel, with corpses all under his feet and the blood dying the floor red.
Bullet holes and bomb traces were all around him. Ten meters away from him, there was a huge gap, like an abyss.
The third, fourth, and fifth floors were completely blown through, forming a large hole leading straight down to the Lower City. One could probably see the wild fire raging in the Floating City from below. All the luxury districts and trash heaps here had turned into smoky fragments.
He had just gotten to his feet when he heard a voice call out from behind him, “Bai Jingan!”
Bai Jingan turned his head. A group of fifteen people were all pointing their guns at him in an arc formation. There was no way out around him. Having fought to this point, he was in a situation where he could not escape even with wings.
“You’ve gone mad, Bai Jingan!” the leader shouted. “You’ll pay for your crimes later. Now be sensible—”
Bai Jingan raised his hands and pointed his gun downward to express his surrender.
The people on the opposite side looked at him with suspicion, as if he had made an unreasonable move. The captain signaled, and a security guard cautiously approached Bai Jingan, took away the gun he held in his hand. Then, he found several more guns along with a pile of restricted syringes on his body.
The leader cautiously walked up to Bai Jingan, who obediently extended his hands.
The man swiftly pulled out handcuffs and secured them tightly around Bai Jingan’s wrists.
This eased him a bit, and he tugged the corners of his mouth at Bai Jingan, saying, “I thought you’d resist until the end. Your comrade was struggling until the last second.”
“I can’t afford to get hurt anymore,” Bai Jingan said. “I have other things to do.”
The other party was startled for a moment, and Bai Jingan smiled at him.
The smile was too brilliant, shining radiantly beneath the light of the energy-saving lamp. It exuded a murderous intent, sending shivers snaking down one’s spine. It appeared contrary to his usual self, yet simultaneously, it resonated with what one might expect from him.
Just then, the bomb above them exploded.
Unlike the earlier rampant explosion, this time the reaction was minimal.
The surroundings merely gave a tiny lurch.
“What happened?” someone asked.
“Some kind of bomb, but it was a targeted explosion, and no one got hurt…” another person said.
At that moment, the ground beneath their feet suddenly swayed again.
It was a slight but immense vibration, not just a surface tremor. The tremor spread far, as if a colossal beast had moved ever so slightly, indicating an unknown issue had occurred.
A hint of panic appeared on people’s faces. Such things had never happened in the Floating City. This was a high-tech fortress, not the Lower City; earthquakes were unheard of.
The leader asked, “What’s going on?”
At this moment, it seemed there was an incoming call nearby. The deputy answered it, shouting, “Hold on, explain yourself—”
There was another shock under their feet. Several security guards lost their footing and almost fell down.
Bai Jingan, who was handcuffed and standing honestly, quickly glanced around and took a calm step towards the officer next to him. His movements were quiet and smooth, without any warning.
He immediately wrapped his arm around the officer’s neck, squeezing tightly, and dragged him towards the adjacent maintenance passage. The officer didn’t make a sound.
The nearby security guards reacted quickly, raising their guns. They undoubtedly had orders to “capture Bai Jingan as the top priority.” Within three seconds, at least ten bullets were fired.
Bai Jingan pulled the person in his hand in front of him, and all the bullets hit him. The person twitched for a moment then showed no further response.
In a few steps, Bai Jingan dragged him into a narrow maintenance passage. In these few seconds, everything around them was still vibrating, with someone yelling about the “failure of the C-3 auxiliary engine” and “losing contact with Area B.”
Bai Jingan pulled the person into the passage, deftly removed his identity card with one hand, and unlocked the handcuffs.
At the same time, he used the other hand to lift the person’s gun and, without looking up, shot at the two security guards rushing into the door.
He didn’t know if there were others coming behind, but no one had the time to apprehend him. At this moment, everyone had realized that the situation in Floating World Paradise II was not good.
Beneath their feet, the ground resembled a tilting ship, leaning to one side and shaking like a leaf, as if it could collapse at any moment.
Expressionless, Bai Jingan extracted the gun from the corpse, loaded it, and even found a bag of custom-made explosives, which he placed in his combat suit.
He turned around, opened another door, and walked out onto the long corridor.
Around him, the entire Floating World Paradise II was in chaos, resembling the end of the world. Security guards were running around. He heard alarms blaring and voices shouting about various malfunctions, debris falling down, backup engines failing, repair robots going offline, and the main computer being inaccessible due to the hunting net echoed everywhere.
Bai Jingan’s bombs—three in different areas—wouldn’t harm anyone. They were designed to destroy load-bearing beams.
No matter how sturdy the fortifications of the Upper City were or how advanced the anti-gravity engines, they were all constructed with precise engineering. He had exerted a great deal of effort to find those points—points that could trigger a chain reaction and destroy the entire structure.
Bai Jingan, clad in a black uniform, walked forward impassively.
With a clear goal in mind, he turned a corner and advanced amidst corpses, tremors, and destruction, his footsteps unwavering.
He traversed a corridor decorated with mechanical remnants and reached a double door. He swiped his identity card, and it showed approval.
He opened the door, revealing a row of customized vehicles in the darkness, resembling the corpses of countless machines. Then, the lights came on, the ground tilted, and shadows warped and elongated, turning the darkness into a demonic abyss.
Bai Jingan headed towards a customized mobile fortress, a colossal beast resembling a giant shark. He got into the vehicle, started the engine, and selected the anti-gravity option.
He activated the vehicle, turned a corner on the lane, and ascended under the trembling of the airborne monster. He thought that the scene of surface destruction must be extraordinarily spectacular now, the entire world screaming in flames.
Xia Tian would surely appreciate it.
