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After all the debt collectors were driven away, Noel closed the window, blocking the storm outside.

"Thank you, young man." The grandma said, trembling.

"No need." Noel replied.

"I truly have thought too little." The grandma clutched Noel's hand, her entire body shaking: "How could I have believed that having money would be enough, and that this illness could be cured? I've pondered for so long what I should do, and now I finally understand — I shouldn't have been born. Without me, my son, my granddaughter wouldn't have been born and suffering like this."

"Don't think this way." Noel tightened his grip.

Half of the grandma's body was already drenched by the rain, hanging heavy and sodden on her. As Noel helped her wring it out, he saw the purplish-black marks on her arm, tendrils sprouting from her pores like sheep's wool.

For a moment, Noel blinked — had he seen a black sheep?

He applied more pressure with his hand, water droplets falling through his fingers onto the ground.

Humans are not afraid of rain, as their forms are robust, with powerful limbs capable of ignoring raindrops. But sheep are different; even a slight touch of water can cause them to fall and drown. For humans, light rain is a trivial matter, but for them, it is a catastrophe.

Noel looked up and saw, next to the old sewing machine, a well-aged calendar hanging on the wall. Next to it was a family photo, showing an old grandpa and grandma with a family of three. The redness in their cheeks and the candied hawthorns in their hands were enough to tell their happiness.

... Yet, under this heavy rain, no one cares about the sheep.

Humans, with their umbrellas, come and go — who would notice the sheep fallen in the corner?

Except for the butcher.

The sheep's wool is their warmest clothing, the sheep's meat is their most delicious food, the sheep's blood the red wine swaying in their hands.

Thunder rumbled, and the black and white colors dissolved into the ground. The sheep bent its limbs, kneeling on the ground, surrounding the bonfire, lowering its horns, silent.

...

"First Dream Patrol Family! Your status is significant now, please mind your words, and don't speak such nonsense that could affect your future." The speaker was Lady Viharde of the Grand Duchy of Jose.

Shadow merely shook his head: "I'm giving you all one last chance, don't force me to make the list of legislators public. Within one day, inform me of the clear progress and content of your plans, or it won't look good for anyone."

The people's faces were heavy; if it were not for the broadcast platform being managed by deities, they would have already cut the broadcast. Now Shadow's voice was like a free dove, spreading across thousands of households, difficult to conceal.

For a moment, diplomats from various countries whispered among themselves, secret information spreading through the internet, entering many secret platforms.

"First Dream Patrol Family, do you think of yourself as righteous? Do you think human history will change because of you alone?" Then, from somewhere, came a discordant voice.

People looked towards the voice, and it was a journalist from the Dove of Peace World Newspaper. Seeing so many people looking at him made the journalist somewhat nervous, but he still bravely stared at Shadow.

Shadow smiled slightly.

"Though I don't know the history here, from what I know — it took humans three million years to evolve from the Stone Age to the Bronze Age, and another three thousand years to transition from the Bronze Age to the Iron Age. But from the Industrial Revolution to modern times, it took just over two hundred years."

"The time required for humans to leap between eras has been rapidly reducing."

"And now, the presence of deities signifies that humans could quickly step into a new era at any moment. Change is inherently swift, possibly due to a single fuse, a prism, a principle of electromagnetism, or one person."

"If that's the case—"

Shadow slightly raised his neck, glancing over the seats like stars, beyond the people on the branches and eaves outside the venue, his fingers tapping on the table, eyes narrowing, as if seeing through the screens, through the boundaries of broadcast, vision, and hearing, loudly proclaiming to billions living in this world:

"Then—from today onward, why shouldn't this era change by my hand alone?"

He was passionate, smiling. It wasn't like he was uttering dangerous words to the entire world, rather, like a minstrel boldly singing of freedom in a tavern.

For a moment.

The venue became extremely quiet.

People watched the young man on stage, unable to believe that a young man barely of age dared to say such words in the face of the whole world.

The Deity still overlooks the whole world. Such words were a provocation of the Deity, a challenge to the Union Government favored by it, a defiance against every official chosen by it.

Lu Meng, Rimu Sheng, Cecilia and others in the audience were players. They had come for entertainment, but they never expected that the first Dream Patrol family meeting would suddenly escalate to this point.

Lu Meng suddenly understood.

— Su Ming'an never does anything useless.

A fan meeting? He's not interested.

Chatting affably with people, putting up a facade? He's even less interested.

With his arrival, he seeks to make an earth-shattering move, flipping the table as soon as he steps in, kicking over the chairs, leaving no room for anyone to maintain a plastered smile.

"Su Ming'an..." Lu Meng's eyes sparkled.

"He really dares. This isn't like the Ninth World, a place where only his words matter..." Cecilia exclaimed, her mouth gaping.

The air seemed to stagnate, as if there's an unspeakable something lurking in every breath people took.

They couldn't see the distant torrential rain, nor the sheep in it. But the rain seemed to have penetrated the venue, drenching them, stripping away all their senses for a moment.

The rain continued to fall.

"Beep beep."

In the most secret basement of the City Guardian Department, Su Ming'an, using Du, finally succeeded in hacking into the internet.

The light from the display screen illuminated Su Ming'an's pale face, his gaze continuously darting across the black-and-white text.

"Found it, Anjiang." Du said in astonishment: "This... If released, it could shake the world."

Su Ming'an was perusing the contact records and data from various countries.

— As expected, the "Ark Project" was merely a facade, concealing a deeper purpose.

The evolutionary and transmissible nature of disease is beyond human control. When Qiushui asked him to sign, Su Ming'an had a vague sense of unease. He realized that the postponement of the special medicine was more complicated than it appeared on the surface.

The real purpose of the countries, besides stabilizing the economic oligarchs, was mainly for a frightening plan.

Its name—

Su Ming'an rubbed his dark eye circles, staring at the words on the screen, enunciating word by word—

"New, Life, Plan."

...

"—I once thought it was the believers in blind faith that highlighted the awakeners."

Ahsente Kingdom.

As one of the four pillars of the Union Government, the Ahsente Kingdom ranks fourth in the world for comprehensive national strength, boasting a long history with a royal lineage that has never been broken.

Under the magnificent glass roof, Queen Blanche walked barefoot across the red carpet, took a porcelain cup, and sipped a bit of tea.

She looked at the television adorned with gold leaf on the wall, at the black-haired youth on the screen, and smiled: "You are truly brave. See you at the relics tonight, dear orange cat."

...

"—I once thought it was the petty people that highlighted the great ones."

Jose Grand Duchy.

As one of the four pillars of the Union Government, the Jose Grand Duchy ranks third in the world for comprehensive national strength. The entire nation is militarized, holding the largest nuclear arsenal in the world.

The entirely white building stood on the snow-white mountains, symbolizing power, ability, and wisdom, intimidating all the people in the land.

The blond young man wore a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, sitting on a bench watching the live stream. He pressed the earpiece and said to the other end of the phone:

"The first Dream Patrol Family does indeed have some guts. In that case, let's loosen some restrictions, allow him to find some information."

"The real benefits, of course, we won't let go. But since he is so righteous, let him get a portion of the 'justice' he wants. However, this justice will slip through our fingers, it is merely charity."

"Nineteen-year-old children, what can they understand."

The blond young man hung up the phone and looked up. On the television screen, the black-haired young man seemed to make eye contact with him, as if missing each other, yet also like confronting.

...

"——I once thought it was the fool who set off wisdom."

Lailuo Empire.

As one of the four pillars of the Union Government, the Lailuo Empire ranked first in comprehensive national strength in the world.

Su Luoluo steadied the brim of her hat, wearing a light green ruffled long dress as she walked slowly off the airship. Accompanying her were the Dream Patrol streamers also heading to the relics. They were all invited streamers with more than 500,000 fans. The relics were near the Lailuo Empire, so they disembarked there.

Su Luoluo wore a mask to conceal her true appearance. She looked at the splendor of this world's foremost nation. Clean streets, high-tech electronic screens, towering buildings and skyscrapers, all displayed the frontier technology of mankind.

"Hey, are you 'Please Call Me Demon King Lady'?"

Several streamers gathered around her, excitedly saying:

"You're super popular lately! I've been watching your streams! I heard you're also helping voice for some residents in war, you're really such a good person!"

"Every time I watch your stream, I feel super happy, you're really healing!"

Su Luoluo gave them a slight smile, her fingers touched the mentality drugs in her pocket, and her gaze dimmed slightly.

She turned her head to look at the LCD screen hanging on the airship's long pole, as if making eye contact with a small cloud to gain courage.

...

"——I once thought it was darkness that brewed daylight."

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, spilling onto Li Mingyue's white hair. He lowered his head, bandaging the students.

"Reduce the number of times you act heroically in the future, some wounds have already festered," Li Mingyue said.

The students smiled.

Jiang Yunmeng said, "But Wensheng-ge is missing, Jiang Xiaosan is also missing, if we don't become stronger, who will protect us? I just want to become stronger in actual combat."

She turned her head towards the radio beside her, the young man's voice was very clear.

Li Mingyue sighed softly:

"Since he has left the small town, you will no longer be in the rain."

In the sunlight,

the box holding Tao Meng's heart-shaped necklace shimmered slightly.

...

"——I once thought it was the Eternal Night that set off the Lighthouse."

Union Government headquarters.

Mizushima Kawa Sora and Boris faced each other across a long table.

"Mizushima Kawa, I come from afar from the Ascend Kingdom, here to invite you to join the Lighthouse Church." Boris, dressed in red, holding a golden scepter, had an aura of a charlatan.

Mizushima Kawa Sora simply said, "Ridiculous."

Boris shook his head, pointed to the television screen next to him: "Do you know what Su Ming'an is saying now?"

Mizushima Kawa Sora listened and said, "Insinuating cursing, his usual behavior."

Boris laughed: "Humans customarily use contrast to highlight virtues, poverty to highlight wealth, ugliness to highlight beauty, petty men to highlight deities."

"When ugliness is exposed, people will be moved by justice. But when all ugliness is brought to light, where will future justice come from? Fate is blind, yet someone must play the role of suffering to demonstrate the happiness of the world. Just like how there were originally no deities in the world, it was people's own expectations for goodwill that created this role of deity, endowing it with the ability to 'enlighten all living beings,' so 'all living beings enlightened the deity'."

"Ultimately, the deity just becomes the ugliness itself, highlighting human nobility, is this not a reversal of good and evil?"

"So with these words, he tells people from today, there will no longer be this kind of contrast—he wants to kill this inescapable fate. No one should be a foil for virtue, enduring suffering for the happiness of a few."

"Your previous execution of Yamada Machiichi angered him."

"He is declaring war, Mizushima Kawa Sora."

"..." Mizushima Kawa Sora was silent.

Boris took out a Tarot card, murmured towards the image of the black-haired young man on the television screen:

"But it seems I see destiny, Su Ming'an dying in the sky, he killed destiny, becoming a cold statue, this is fate, Su Ming'an."

...

On the high platform.

Shadow lowered his head to look at the podium. On the platform, there was only a microphone, a bottle of mineral water, and a pen.

So he picked up the pen on the table and spoke loudly into the microphone:

"——But now I find, these foils are nothing but superficial lies."

"The yearning and love humans have for survival is the most fundamental need."

"This need, should not decrease in necessity because of the quality of vocal cords."

"Everyone's mouth should let out sounds of equal decibels."

He released his hand, fingers stretching out.

With a 'plop' sound, the pen fell to the ground, as if a gunshot echoed.

Everyone couldn't help but shrug their shoulders, as if struck by this bullet.

"From today on——"

Shadow extended one finger:

"I will participate in the 'Ark Project,' using the progress of human Dream Patrol as a threat—I will raise numerous demands."

"Faith cannot obstruct me, power cannot bind me."

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't want all of humanity to perish together, comply."

He smiled, spirited, flamboyant.

He seemed not to be speaking to everyone in the World of Old Days, but piercing through dimensions, conversing with another world:

"The first Dream Patrol Family will no longer be the 'first Dream Patrol Family' kidnapped by humans."

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"——No one should think of binding him."

"He is free."