Chapter 625 Chapter 622 "He is always 'correct'."

   [Eleventh District, East District, Freedom Camp, Beacon Fire Shelter. 】

  In the shelter, people dressed in padded clothes were chatting and laughing loudly, and the flames in the fireplace "crackled".

   There are some hawkers selling snacks and spirits here. After people finish their rice cereal and sweet potato porridge, some will buy a small bottle of wine and chat with the people around them.

  Suddenly, the chatting people became quiet, and even the sound of the spoon hitting the pot and bowl could not be heard.

   A woman with a gun came.

  Tretia's long beige hair fluttered behind her, and as the blood of the setting sun dissipated from her little by little, a slight smell of blood floated from her.

   She is the "arbiter" of the beacon shelter, responsible for killing those who are sick with [absence]. Once she finds out that someone has blurred memory and confusion, she will kill someone decisively.

   In people's terrified eyes, they saw a young man in a white coat beside Theretia. The young man has a handsome face and an approachable temperament.

   After Theretia and Su Mingan left, people gradually said:

   "The adjudicator is back. Why did she come back so early today, shouldn't she interrogate a few more people?"

   "Maybe it has something to do with the newcomer, who seems to be a scholar."

   "Why is the adjudicator laughing today... It's horrible. The last time she laughed was when she shot and killed twelve people in a row."

  Su Mingan heard these voices.

   He turned his head sideways and looked at Theretia, with a very sweet smile on her face, just in line with his gaze.

   Wherever Theretia walked, people would always dodge, like dodging a big truck on a rampage. They were so—afraid of Theredia.

   "What are you looking at?" Tretia's voice came. She is very similar to the top player Isabella Su Mingan knew, with a wise and calm researcher temperament.

   "Why do you call me teacher?" Su Mingan asked

  In the air, the aroma of that meat is getting stronger and stronger, it is dinner time, and many members will come back for dinner.

The lights of the dungeon sprinkled on his face. He is still the face of Lewis. Although his eyes are also dark gray, it is completely different from Asa's face. He looks much younger, not so thin and haggard. A layer of soft blood.

  —And Theretia stared at him blankly.

  Su Mingan blinked, and Theretia seemed to wake up.

   "Because... no matter what your face looks like or what kind of mask you wear, I can recognize you. You are my teacher, don't you remember?" Tretia said seriously.

   "I hibernated for thirty years, are you from thirty years ago?" Su Mingan said.

"Well, I experienced the 'Cataclysm of the Century'." Theretia said: "At that time, you, me, and seven other people, we all experienced the 'Category of the Century', and in the end, only you disappeared, and you all forgot Yet?"

   "I woke up from the hibernation cabin and lost my memory." Su Ming'an said.

   "Have you forgotten everything?"

  Tretia bowed her head slightly, her almost pale beige hair falling down.

   seemed to be thinking deeply, she bent out an arc and smiled:

"fair enough."

   She reached out and covered her face.

Between   's five fingers, the eyes almost burst into tears. Her shoulders shrugged, and her emotions suddenly became extremely emotional.

   "Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha... I should have understood, why should I expect..." Her laughter became very intimidating, and it sounded hurried, like a desperate laugh.

  Su Ming'an found out why these NPCs are so sick.

   That white-haired Linguang looked mentally ill, but this calm-looking Theretia actually started to get sick too.

  “…”

   Theretia let go.

   "Sorry, teacher. The content of the cataclysm of the century... we have all lost our memory, no one remembers," Theretia whispered: "Teacher, look up."

  Su Mingan raised his head—

   Through the dark red sunset blood light, there is a towering building that looks like a ruined building in the central city.

  It looks like a cross that is going straight into the sky, and the whole body is snow-white. On the top floor of the building - there is a clear large-screen portrait.

   That person's face was very familiar to Su Mingan. There are vaguely sharp eyes, dark gray eyes like organic texture, and light spots like butterflies, which stop on the bridge of his stiff nose and thin cheeks.

   The man turned his face slightly and smiled at the screen, as if he was facing everyone watching the big screen. The smile was shallow and restrained, and the eyes were deep as if penetrating people's hearts, looking straight into people's hearts.

  —that's Asa Aktor.

  The years are forever on his face, and his eyes are always firm and heavy.

  This high-hanging screen is enough for everyone who raises their heads to see him.

  Although this is just a photo-like portrait, not a real person. But being able to establish a person's image as a market standard has already demonstrated the importance of this person.

   "..." Su Mingan couldn't describe his mood at this time.

   As early as 70 years later in the City of Surveying, he knew that Akto was a genius of a thousand years. Akto rises in Doomsday City, leads people to win the battle of Dawn, and transforms Dawn's brain to maintain the survival of millions of people. He is the undisputed savior.

  Su Ming'an originally thought that Akto was powerful enough, so he abruptly avoided the fate of civilization being cut off by himself.

   However, it turns out that the image of Akto has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people as early as before the Battle of Dawn began.

  Treatia also raised her head and looked at the portrait: "Although you disappeared for thirty years, as early as thirty years ago, when the cataclysm of the century was just over, people said you were a hero."

"why?"

   He did not expect that he would possess such a person.

   Great, wise, and powerful, he is hailed as a hero no matter what period. Aktor's brilliance was so dazzling that others felt offended to even look up. Even thirty years after his disappearance, his image has been hung on tall buildings like a spiritual leader.

   "We don't know what you did at the time. Because of what happened to the cataclysm of the century, none of us remember." Terettia actually said this answer:

   "Although people don't remember anything, there is a vague idea that Asa saved us from the cataclysm.

  We make stone statues, engrave your image, write your name, sing poems about you - we don't know what you did, but everyone recognizes you as a hero. "

"It should be that the memory is not completely erased. Although people have forgotten what the catastrophe of the century is, they vaguely remember who rescued them." Su Ming'an said: "Perhaps, it was the scientific research technology I mastered that shaped the safety of the catastrophe at that time. The environment saved everyone."

   "Maybe," said Theretia.

   The silence between the two continued for a while.

   As soon as the **** red sun went down, everyone rushed into their respective buildings as if they were fleeing for their lives, closing the doors and windows firmly, leaving no gaps.

   "Teacher, I'll take you to see the leader here." Theretia said: "If you say you are Asa Akto, the shelter will respect you."

   "It depends on the situation." Su Ming'an said, "My name is Lewis now."

  Treatia's eyes became empty again.

   Her mood was extremely unstable. Since the first time she saw him, she often laughed inexplicably, and sometimes stared at him in a trance.

   The two stopped in front of a four-storey building, which resembled a large tavern, and there were human voices inside.

   "Currently, the water resources of the shelter are extremely scarce, we must find new water resources in time... Otherwise, once the water is cut off, it will be a devastating crisis for the shelter."

   "But if you send more people out to explore... it's going to be dead again."

   Theretia intentionally waited at the door and let Su Mingan listen for a while before knocking on the door.

   "Come in." The voice inside.

   "Squeak-"

   pushed the door, and a scent of wine came.

  This building has a rare retro decoration. The border of the cherry wood at the main entrance is fixed with iron wire, and it is inlaid with stained glass like a church window.

   The beacon leader wearing a blood-colored cloak sat on the high stool. His eyebrows were thick, but the lines of his eyes were soft, and there was a faint red circuit flowing in his eyes.

   Seeing Su Ming'an come in, the leader raised his eyebrows in surprise, a little surprised by this newcomer's thin dress.

  —and Su Mingan stopped when he saw the leader of the beacon fire.

The    leader's blood-like cloak draped behind him, Su Ming'an had seen in the chapter seventy years later. The heroic leader of the chapter, Che Kelstia, is always blood red behind him.

  Su Ming'an's eyes moved slightly. After a while, he asked softly:

   "...What's your full name, Beacon Fire Chief?"

   "It's impolite! How can a newcomer ask the leader's name first!" Next to the leader, a man also wearing a blood-colored cloak scolded.

   At this time, many people were sitting in this tavern, and they gathered here to warm up.

  Suddenly, as if he hadn't spanned the long seventy years, he came to the Chapter Tavern in the fringe area.

   "Okay, it's fine." The leader raised his hand.

   His soft-lined eyes curled into a kind smile, and he said to Su Ming'an:

   "My name is Sen Kelstia. New kid."

  …Sure enough.

  Since it was 70 years ago, there must be intergenerational inheritance in terms of generations.

  Su Mingan met Che's grandfather, or great grandfather.

   "Since you are the one invited back by Theretia, your identity should not be simple." Sen smiled: "Tell me, what kind of scholar are you? Or a doctor? No matter what kind of talent, Fenghuo is in urgent need of right now."

   "Neither." Su Mingan said.

   "Neither? Are you kidding me? You can't be a man who digs the sewer in this dress, right?" The impatient man next to him was very loud.

   "No." Su Ming'an said, "Probably a little bit of everything."

  …

  【World Forum】

  【(Hot) On the major puzzles of the Ninth World. 】

In the   World Forum, speculations about the ninth world are endless. Around the unfolding of Kaiusta, players wandered through various live broadcast rooms, looking for trivial clues and plot fragments.

   Among them, the most popular posts have made a collection for the current information.

  This is a post published by the famous forum player "Hubert", which is very valuable.

  …

  【Hello everyone, today is the eighth day of the opening of the world, and we already know a lot of information. 】

   [Everyone is welcome to make additions in the building, I will refine the information according to the reliability of the information. 】

  [With the live broadcast rooms of top players such as Su Ming'an, Mizushima Chuankong, Beiwang, Aiden, Flora, etc., we can see that the City of Measurement is a system that combines human intellect and pure rationality. 】

  [At present, it seems that only Su Mingan has obtained the identity of Asa Akto...]

  …

   "…Huh?" Lin Yin ate the donut for a moment.

   She is sitting on a swing in the garden, with desserts and milk tea next to her.

   This is the guild's residence. The guild's name is "Nursing You", and it is the meeting place for nanny players. She did not end up participating in the ninth world, and chose to rest in the world of the main god.

   "Lin Yin, what are you looking at?" asked the blond woman named Fanny, who was a friend of the Gran Country that Lin Yin met by chance.

   "Posts from Ninth World Analysis." Lin Yin said, "This kind of post is very popular recently."

   "Um..." Fanny tilted her head and asked a question:

   "Why didn't you join Su Ming'an's team? I remember in the seventh world Playa, you are still the first team, right?"

   "Because Su Ming'an doesn't need a wet nurse at all." Lin Yin "clicked" and crunched the doughnut: "Now he is teaming up with the Peak League, which is good."

   "You're a famous violent nanny." Fanny said with a smile, "It's fine if you don't form a team with Su Mingan, not even Lu Shu? I remember you two are very familiar."

   "I'm not... very familiar," Lin Yin said.

   She stared blankly at the red butterfly flying on the flower bed, and watched it rest on a white lily.

   "It's just... I knew it when I was a kid."

   As someone mentioned before, it can give nervous adventure players a proper rest in the world. After all, three days of rest is too short. But this proposal is just a proposal after all, the difficulty of the copy is increasing day by day, and no one wants to be left behind.

   Even Edward, who was considered crazy, the Ninth World chose to end.

  It is generally accepted that the longer you stay in the eighth world, the worse your mental state.

   Su Mingan and Su Rin, who persisted until the last day of the Vault, should be in the worst condition.

   In the ninth world, Su Mingan's identity is the core person, who controls the situation of an entire city-state, and is separated between the dawn system and the resistance army. It is difficult to imagine how much pressure he is under.

   Although high-ranking status is bright and beautiful, what you have to face is completely different from ordinary status. A slight mistake may be irreversible.

   "Su Mingan, he should be fine..." Lin Yin thought.

   She seems to have never seen Su Mingan go crazy.

   (end of this chapter)