Chapter 534: Chapter 534: No… You Must Be Lying To Me
"This dream world seems pretty good. Everyone is so friendly."
He watched the two figures walk away and headed towards the cafeteria. Eating with the students felt quite pleasant. Lin Fan, having devoured countless books, naturally exuded a scholarly air.
Simply put, he had a boring aura.
Normally, this kind of personality made it difficult to make friends. He showed no interest in anything anyone asked him about. He didn't play games, didn't drink, and wasn't even interested in "big swords" (prostitutes). How uninteresting could he be?
Fortunately, Lin Fan had some control over this aspect of his personality and wasn't overly pedantic.
After finishing his meal, Lin Fan strolled around the academy. He needed to take over his shift at six o'clock. The night shift was the loneliest, but also the most comfortable. Sitting in the guardhouse, watching TV and gazing at the stars had a unique charm.
"Huh!"
He noticed a patch of wasteland in the academy. It wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't small either, about ten square meters, overgrown with weeds. Clearly, no one had tended to it for a long time.
Unsure how long he would stay in this dream world, he had previously learned many skills.
Farming was one of his specialties.
"I need to buy some seeds."
Downtown.
Ordinary citizens lived under heavy protection. The high walls and electric fences effectively blocked monster intrusions. Soldiers with guns patrolled constantly, and automatic sentry guns were also deployed. Defense was maximized.
All ordinary citizens had to do was work hard.
Create a better future.
Large screens hung on the surrounding buildings, displaying monster-related news.
For example, members of the extermination agency finding important technological crystals in some abandoned city…
These broadcasts reminded everyone that they were still living in precarious times, that the outside world remained dangerous, but that they had a future, and that miracles could be achieved with faith.
Lin Fan searched for a seed store.
He planned to buy some tomato seeds. Tomatoes were a good choice. They were delicious, and he could share them with friends.
As he walked, a group of six or seven-year-old children ran out, playing.
"I am the Warrior of Light! You monsters are surrounded! I will destroy you all!" A child, wielding a plastic sword that flashed with the power of two Nanfu batteries, chased after the other children, determined to annihilate them.
Even with a runny nose, he would destroy the monsters.
Surrounded by pedestrians, the runny-nosed child, with exaggerated movements, was about to unleash his ultimate move, the Laser Scan, but he didn't notice someone behind him. The hilt of his sword jabbed into the crotch of a young man behind him.
"Ouch!" the young man cried out in pain.
Who could understand the pain of a bruised testicle?
"Big brother, I'm sorry." The runny-nosed child quickly turned around, realizing he had injured a human. He was scared. How could he, the Warrior of Light, injure a human? Wiping his nose, he saw the young man clutching his crotch and offered, "Big brother, let me rub it for you. My uncle always likes to flick me there. I know it hurts, but I know how to rub it so it doesn't hurt."
The young man was with his girlfriend.
The woman, seeing her boyfriend injured there, covered her mouth and giggled. Hearing the child's words, she laughed even harder.
"You little brat, don't touch me!" The young man waved him off. He couldn't let a little kid touch him there in public. Where would he put his face?
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," the child said.
"Yeah, I know. I'm not blaming you. You're a polite little kid, not like those other brats who hurt people and then get angry," the young man said.
The runny-nosed child held his head high, waving his light sword. "I am the Warrior of Light! I am the most polite warrior!"
Seeing the child's enthusiasm, the young man remembered being just as silly when he was young. Thinking about the pain in his groin, he decided he couldn't let the kid remain so happy. An idea sparked in his mind. With a serious expression, he said:
"Let me tell you something. You need to accept this."
"What?"
"There are no Warriors of Light in this world. It's all fake." The young man's expression remained serious.
Hearing this, the child's expression changed. His eyes widened, staring at the young man in disbelief. He took two steps back.
Clang!
His light sword fell to the ground. He had always believed that the Warrior of Light was real.
"Impossible," the child argued.
The young man took out his phone, searched for information about the Warrior of Light, and then showed it to the child. "Do you recognize these two words?"
"Fictional!"
"Yes, fictional. It means fake. It's all made up."
Hearing this, the child clapped his hands together like a stubborn mule, raised his head, pouted, and wailed, "No… You're lying to me."
Satisfied with the child's distress, the young man took his girlfriend's hand and left.
"You're so mean. That child's eyes were filled with despair."
"Haha, the way to crush a man's last line of defense is to tell him there's no Warrior of Light."
The couple walked further and further away, leaving the heartbroken child standing there, stunned, as if he had suffered some great blow.
His friends came to comfort him.
"He must have existed in ancient times."
Hearing this, the runny-nosed child's eyes lit up again.
He must have existed in ancient times.
Lin Fan watched this scene for a while, then smiled and left. The child's words reminded him of something mentioned in his mission. Hmm… forget it. There was no rush. He didn't need to actively pursue the mission. Just like he always said, it would come eventually.
After buying tomato seeds and some tools, he returned to the academy.
Arriving at the wasteland, he devoted himself to weeding. Work could bring joy, especially for Lin Fan. Doing something he enjoyed was truly fortunate.
A student passed by and saw Lin Fan busy in the small weedy patch.
"I really envy the lives of ordinary people. Carefree, living under the protection of wings."
"You can be an ordinary person too."
"No, I want to fight monsters."
They continued their conversation as they walked away.
Night.
The city walls, made of the strongest materials available, were virtually indestructible. Even continuous bombardment with rocket launchers would be useless.
Countless floodlights illuminated the outside world, and thermal sensors monitored every angle.
Rat-tat-tat!
A group of heavily armed soldiers patrolled side by side, casually chatting.
In their view, they were in the safest place. With the thick, tall city walls, how could those monsters possibly break in?
Tat-tat!
Suddenly, gunshots rang out.
If a soldier were new here, they would definitely be startled, thinking monsters were invading. But those who had been here longer knew this was normal.
Sure enough, a voice came through the earpiece.
"Don't worry. A monster appeared, but it's been repelled."
The only good thing about the current situation was the lack of flying monsters. Otherwise, things would be much worse. However, many people suspected something.
The monsters were bizarre, but they always had a human-like form. They suspected that these monsters were mutated humans.
Of course, this was just speculation.
No one knew the truth.
Late at night, while everyone was asleep, all members of the mobile unit received terrifying news.
A monster limb in the laboratory had tricked everyone and disappeared without a trace.
A sentient limb. This was terrifying.
They had to find the monster limb before it caused significant casualties.
In a dark alley, a beggar slept soundly. Covered in filth, he seemed to have merged with the surrounding garbage. Being able to survive in this world was a blessing, so he had no other extravagant demands.
Suddenly, in the darkness, a small, black, thumb-sized unknown substance shot towards the beggar at high speed and violently entered his nostril.
"Ah!"
The sleeping beggar arched his back, his head tilted back, his neck bulging with veins, and blood spurted from his mouth.
"Roar!"
Soon, a low growl emanated from him.
At the academy gatehouse, Lin Fan lay in bed, watching a martial arts movie on the wall-mounted TV. Even though the outside world was dangerous, there was still plenty of entertainment.
"Wonderful," Lin Fan praised, thoroughly engrossed in the new and interesting movie.
Suddenly, Lin Fan glanced outside and noticed a figure standing motionless. There was a streetlight at the gate, but its faint light was swallowed by the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Hello, who are you looking for?" Lin Fan went outside and asked the shadowy figure. "Do you need help?"
The figure stood there, silent.
Lin Fan was curious. He didn't know what was going on, but he frowned slightly. The figure emanated a bloody smell, quite unpleasant. If he had perfume, he would definitely spray some on the figure to cover the stench.
A small act of kindness like that didn't require thanks.
It was just a simple gesture.
"Why aren't you home sleeping? What are you doing standing here? If you need help, you can tell me. I'll help if I can." Lin Fan wondered if the figure had something difficult to say, something they were embarrassed about.
Like…
Stealing money.
Peeping.
Yes, quite possible. People who stayed up late usually did those sorts of things. Decent people were asleep at this hour.
Approaching slowly, he heard the figure's voice.
"Hungry!"
"Hungry!"
The voice was soft, but Lin Fan heard it clearly.
This was a bit tricky. It was too late, the shops were closed, and he didn't have any food here.
As Lin Fan got closer, the figure slowly turned.
Lin Fan saw the figure's face and was startled. A gash split its abdomen… no, it wasn't a gash. It was like a fierce and sharp mouth.
"Food."
As soon as the word was uttered, several agile blood-red tentacles shot out from the monstrous mouth in the figure's abdomen, lashing towards Lin Fan.
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