Chapter 588 Chapter 585 "You can be the dawn."

  Su Ming'an stared at Nuoer's eyes.

   He doesn't think the world copy can directly affect their thinking - Noel should have fallen into a state similar to hypnosis.

   "Noel, your eyes..." he said.

   He was about to remind him, but the moment he blinked, he suddenly saw Noel's pure blue eyes.

  ...There was no blood red in those eyes.

   "What's wrong?" Noel wondered.

  Su Ming'an confirmed the pure blue in Nuoer's eyes:

   "Your eyes turned red just now, like being invaded by another dimension, didn't you notice it yourself?"

   "Really?" Noel was stunned: "No, my eyes were red just now?...Wait."

   His index finger rubbed his chin, as if thinking.

   After a while, he looked at Su Mingan:

   "Have you taken san medicine recently? That mental stabilizer."

   "You suspect it's me who misread?" Su Mingan said.

   "I confirm that there has been no problem with my thinking situation, is there a possibility..." Noel stared at him: "It's you who has the problem?"

  “…”

   "The possibility that we all have problems cannot be ignored." Noel said: "Let's separate temporarily."

   "Okay." Su Ming'an said.

   He activated the last energy of the wheelchair and turned to leave.

  Noel stared at his back, his eyes heavy.

  Su Mingan galloped all the way, entered an alley, stopped, and put his hand on the wall.

  Heavy rain hit his hair, the strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, and the vision in front of his eyes became more and more shaky.

   "Doctor." Xi Ke said: "You better leave me. The dawn system can lock your location based on me."

  Su Mingan straightened up, his hand touched the watch.

  The watch has been wet by the rain, but the Xike in front of him is still hidden on the standing blue-ray screen. Its body is clean, and the wind and rain outside will not affect the illusory it at all.

   "Xiko, go to sleep," he said.

   He doesn't need to throw it away, as long as it goes to sleep, all functions will stop.

   "Yes." Xiko's figure gradually disappeared:

  【Good night, Doctor. 】

   After an AI standard sleep sound, its interface goes dark.

  …

   "click-click-click-"

  Helicopter flew by at high speed, and the pickup truck was parked on the side of the road, and there were various video equipment and radio tools on it.

   An imposing man stepped out of the luxurious black car and greeted countless gazes as soon as he came out.

   This man is the speaker of the core area and has a strong voice.

   The reporter in uniform raised his long gun, short cannon, microphone, camera, tape recorder to him...

   "—Speaker, regarding the latest red alert issued by the Dawn System, is Lord Asa Akto's arrest warrant issued for a crime?"

   The reporters' questions became sharper one by one, and the sound of "click" and "click" continued to sound.

  Speaker smiled, not surprised by this situation.

   He faced the camera and said calmly:

   "—Including the city lord on the arrest list naturally has the Dawn system's consideration. The guilty should be punished, no matter what his identity is."

   He replied, intentionally throwing dirty water on Akto.

  … He is not the original Speaker, of course, he is Aland, a former player known as the "Prophet".

   He has a strong foresight about the world copy. In the eighth world, he cheated Edward once, so that Edward was teleported to Sibel's side, and finally died of her tentacles.

   After the start of the ninth world, he possessed the speaker who was under one person and more than ten thousand people, which made him very happy.

  —Su Ming'an is wanted by the entire city of the Dawn System!

  —Then what he does, even if he falls into trouble, is reasonable, right?

After    getting rid of the reporters, Alan had to take a look at the information he received.

   [Speaker Fokri Colby, Central City invites you to the 56th floor of the central area, Times Central Building. 】

   Elland's eyes narrowed.

  ... That central city that has been closed for a long time, someone actually invited him?

   At this stage, basically no players can enter the blocked Central City.

   He immediately boarded a disc-shaped driving tool, and as the rainbow lights around the disc flickered, he stepped on the disc and rose to the sky.

  The 56th floor of Times Central Building is a high-end revolving restaurant, like a luxury hotel in the sky, with extremely high consumption standards, and only those with high status can enter.

   A figure, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, seems to be overlooking the night view under the tower.

   Her white hair, which almost touched her ankles, made her complexion as pure as winter ice and snow, as if it was made of transparent texture.

   She looked at the streets that branched and connected like blood vessels, the round-wheeled cars and trucks rowing like a stream, the busy mechanical army in the city and the people...

   She was standing there, but it seemed that she would melt into the night at any moment.

   Alan had to hold his breath. He seemed to have seen a **** who did not stain the world's fireworks.

"first meet."

  As Ailand held his breath, the man said, "I am Dawn."

   Alan had to blink, and it took a moment to realize what the other party said.

   "Dawn... Dawn system!?" He exclaimed: "Aren't you a brain? How can you walk outside?"

   He finally knew why he felt like he had seen a god.

  —he felt right,

   The other party is indeed a god—the **** of this city-state.

   She said: "I came to see you to issue an exclusive personal order to you."

  Aland was a little surprised, this kind of quest must be a hidden quest with a high reward - he made a lot of money!

   He looked at the dawn with some excitement, and saw a white electric light flashing in her eyes.

   "Protect Asa Aktor," she said, "with all you can do—protect his life."

   "…Huh?" Alain was dumbfounded.

  ...He wants to protect Su Mingan under everyone's eyes?

   "Then, goodbye." Dawn withdrew his gaze and turned to leave: "I have ordered the service here, you can enjoy a night here."

   She gave Alain the order and left, instantly blending into the night.

   Alan's brows jumped, he felt very aggrieved.

   But soon, several beautiful android maids came up and hugged his arm.

   Aland's brows loosened.

  …Forget it, today is his day off, let’s finish tonight.

  The technology in this city can make people enjoy enough.

  Dishes were made by machines and placed in front of him. Rib-eye steak, prime foie gras, smoked salmon, raspberry mousse cake…

   This cannot be said that the upper class people are extravagant and wasteful. As the Speaker, he paid a lot for the operation of the city, and also contributed his own wisdom and strength. This is just "equivalent" feedback.

   The best eat the best food and do the most rewarding work. The inferior ones save resources and reduce waste - this is the concept of "resource maximization".

   is ideal and reasonable.

  Aland sat down on the soft sofa, the loud music scraped by his ears, as if he had sunk into a misty dream.

   In a hazy haze, his ears were hot, and he laughed.

…very nice.

   This is the perfect city-state.

  …

  Su Mingan supported the wheelchair and moved at an extremely slow speed.

  In the alleys, cloth bags, scrap metals and other items piled up in the corners of the walls, some drunken men snored, and the stench of garbage permeated the rain.

   "...I'm so hungry, there's no business today."

   "...I didn't find anything, and I'm going out tomorrow."

  The faint rustling and people talking sounded, and the heavy rain slid down Su Mingan's soaked clothes.

   Under the dense night, the warm light in front is particularly obvious.

   He approached, it turned out to be a simple vending machine with a coin slot next to it.

   He stared at the vending machine, the rain was sliding down the transparent glass, and he could vaguely see his face through the glass - pale, dark pupils, and even his lips were blue.

   He felt dizzy, and when he touched his head, his forehead was faintly hot.

  ...it's already night, there's only an hour left before the night meeting, he has to hold on...for a while longer.

   "Bangdang—"

   With a soft sound, when he touched the vending machine, a bottle of drink fell, which seemed to be a slipped fish left by the previous purchaser.

   He picked it up and took a look. It was a cup of hot orange juice. When you opened the bottle, you could smell the aroma of oranges. The bottle was still hot to the touch.

   "Ah—" Just as he was looking at the drink, a woman's scream suddenly came from the back of the alley, infiltrating people in the night.

  The surrounding doors and windows were closed, and people even turned off the night lights. No one wanted to worry about this trouble.

  Su Mingan turned around the wheelchair and approached the source of the sound.

   He walked through the fine rain curtain and saw below the bamboo canopy, a man was pressing down on a girl, picking up her clothes and throwing his fist at her.

  Bright red blood spread out along the pitted pool.

  "—I worked diligently for so long, but because of an emotional monitoring, my position was permanently dismissed, and I was almost imprisoned in a shelter—

   You **** can easily exchange your body for money, so there is no work pressure!

  Since I have to be judged to be emotionally overloaded, then I will be overloaded! Can't go back, my files are dirty, I've-"

   The middle-aged man who was roaring suddenly heard the rut of the wheelchair.

   He stopped the violence, turned around, and saw Su Mingan not far from him.

   "...It's you." The middle-aged man said.

  Su Ming'an remembered this middle-aged man who was suspended on the street because of emotional overload and asked the inspection team for help. The middle-aged man was named Jaming.

   At that time, the middle-aged man was still thinking about his wife and daughter. He was carrying a briefcase, thinking about going home for dinner after asking the inspection team for help, and there was still light in his eyes.

   But now there seems to be nothing left.

  Goodwill, conscience, morality, stability...under the agitation judged to be emotional overload...the middle-aged man lost everything.

   He became a real criminal.

  Dawn system's evaluation of him came true.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…"

   Seeing Su Mingan in the wheelchair, the middle-aged man let out a permeating laughter.

   (end of this chapter)