Remix

The story begins here.

Fragrant Dream will continue to attempt to duel with King Beowulf, repeating this process over and over again to gradually complete the "Molding Training Method." This is a long and painful process, but if she can obtain the power of the Pankrasin combat techniques, Xue Ming's combat ability will reach a whole new level.

If they can survive this ordeal, the warriors who reach their prime will be reborn from the ashes—this is a process of [Remix]. King Beowulf was able to withstand the ancient monstrous zombies and will forever remain in this royal tomb, slaying monsters day after day.

The warriors of the Dead Puppet Agency do not need to eat or sleep. In order to contain the severe Spirit Calamity within the Royal Court, they have to endure a perilous environment akin to raising poisonous insects, yet they create dazzling stardust.

Today, more than half a century has passed, and no one remembers their names, nor can anyone surpass their achievements.

The leaders of the Madness Butterfly Sect Religious order like weak infants before these warriors, and the Immortals would never easily antagonize them, choosing to stay far away from this land of death.

This group of people, while enduring the curse of immortality, still chose hope, because outside this city, there were many other Homo sapiens under their protection.

Although the Immortals kept saying that time could change everything, Ghost, Ming De, and many powerful ministers in the think tank all knew that this was the fallacy of nihilists. There are many, many things that time cannot change.

By sending the gunsmith to this extremely dangerous forging furnace, Ming De hoped that Jiang Xueming could overcome time and successfully transcend the tribulation.

If Jiang Xueming is adaptable enough, he will definitely gain something. The Stardust Warriors are like a huge pool of experience; how much he can absorb depends entirely on his ability.

Aside from bold and meticulous VIP like Victor, sending more people in is pointless. Occasionally, a passenger manages to return from the Royal Court, a miraculous transformation indeed.

Crossing the ocean and setting foot on the unknown continent of Shambhala, the blessings of Ming De will not favor these brave people.

Other preparations need to be made for this.

Before Jiang Xueming set off, Ming De convened hundreds of meetings, large and small, with key personnel from think tanks and research institutes.

The Immortals Pellegrini Tuan possesses a wealth of crucial intelligence, enough to eliminate the other members of the alliance. However, the specific strategic approach requires careful consideration and is a protracted process.

The underworld is far from peaceful. With the Madness Butterfly Sect becoming a rare species, a large ecological niche has been vacated, and many new enemies will emerge. The villains only fear the nameless one's reputation, just as Victor once said, a phrase he's repeated countless times, "We do not hate evil, but we hate our own powerlessness."

If one day, the Nameless One were to leave the Senate again and depart from the stage of history, and the Gunsmith and his companions were to grow old one by one, leaving behind a large and prosperous family, would they still be able to exert such a strong deterrent force when facing the forces of evil?

The answer is obvious: from the day the Twelve Elders Council was founded, the Nameless Council was destined to remain nameless—it was meant to be a nameless Senate.

The gunsmith and the General of Tears gave it a name, Tang Ning, Hasben, and a group of others gave it a physical form, while the Big Sister became a nameless god.

All of this is a good thing; it's like a lighthouse.

--But it's also a bad thing, because there's only one lighthouse.

Regarding Jiang Xueming's trial, a series of arrangements and coordination have already been carried out in secret.

It was initially a bad idea from Wood Plark. Before the Spirit Calamity in Shinto City, this member of the Philosopher Foundation clearly sensed a significant change in the reputation of the Nameless among various chapters. After the Shinto City mission, some, represented by the messengers of the Frost Moon Knights, showed signs of losing confidence in the Nameless's performance in this mission. People are always greedy, hoping for a hero to expand their territory, and they have extremely high expectations for the Nameless warriors to do even better.

"I want the gunsmith dead. I'll find a chance to kill him."

These words came from Mr. Wood, in front of the other fourteen district representatives and several Chief of Staff of the Transportation Department, and were spoken to Ming De.

At the time, the boss just thought this blonde bitch had lost her mind, that she'd probably gone mad.

The gunsmith's reputation in the underworld is a very useful asset for maintaining order; as long as he lives, the cities can maintain a stable production environment for at least thirty years. Both Guangling Zhixi and the militia regard the nameless warriors as a surprise attack force; how could the gunsmith die?

"It's been six years, that's enough. He's done enough."

Let's turn back the clock a year and a half, to the moment when Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing were still busy dealing with the aftermath of criminals' families in different cities, when victory was already assured.

In the crowded cabinet hall of the Nine Realms, Wood Plark, along with four representatives from the Philosopher Foundation, spoke these words to Ming De.

"Boss, I know what you want. You want him to stay by your side forever, but is that right for him?"

"To turn a person into a god, you must first make him renounce love and forget emotions, make him cold-blooded and numb."

"Leaving aside whether it's reasonable to gamble the lives of millions on one person, the problems that will arise afterward will only increase."

"Your warband will be unworthy of its position, your militia will become lazy bums, and when the nameless ones have real names, they will no longer be sharp swords."

"If I let the gunsmith die, countless gunsmiths will come to life."

"He should die a glorious death, in public, preferably in a struggle against evil forces."

"But if the gunsmith dies, Jiang Xueming can live—"

Wood said this with an air of seriousness.

"--The city's residents have been held hostage by the Madness Butterfly Sect for so many years. Now is the most crucial time. We must press our advantage and leave no regrets. It's not time to celebrate yet, Boss."

"After retaking Eureka Volcano City, the parasites in the financial system died, and the tigers in the power network were defeated—but we can't catch the masterminds. Only when the nameless ones they fear fall can we use this tactic of [mimicking weakness] to lure out these immortal scumbags again."

Ming De was somewhat unwilling to accept this.

--To be honest, the adorable Little Kitty didn't want Jiang Xueming to leave at all [Joestar].

If the name "Gunsmith" truly dies, Jiang Xueming will likely return to a life of comfort with his wife and children, never again having the chance to become its blood donor.

It understood what Wood Plark was saying; this was a very bold, very aggressive, and determined attack. The Immortals's Wings of Light had been broken, but these Eagle Falcon would use even more psionic catalysts to create new followers.

As long as they live, they will one day rise again. They hide in Shambhala, in a wild and primitive little world, where the railway cannot reach the other side of the ocean, and blessings cannot be bestowed upon the warriors who set sail.

The moment the topic was raised, someone immediately raised their hand to speak.

The BOSS gestured with his claws toward the think tank officials on the other side of the cabinet, then nodded. "Go on."

"I don't think Wood Plark's proposal is feasible; we can't do that for now."

"The gunsmith has become a symbol; he cannot fall, not even as a clay statue—you cannot allow him to speak of his death, for that would kill many, many people."

"He did indeed have many disciples, and he taught people how to protect themselves. But did he ever consider that these people, who possessed knightly combat skills, would instantly fill the ecological niches of various villages, towns, and counties that originally belonged to the Madness Butterfly, the moment the gunsmith disappeared?"

"Whether the nameless student will become the new Madness Butterfly, I don't think these two attributes are contradictory, and the possibility is very high. My boss, I hope you will reconsider this matter. What Wood Plark just said was really too radical. We are not going to gamble everything, risking all the achievements of the past six years, to complete the ambush of the Immortals —that's unreasonable."

"Everything is getting better, Boss, everything is getting better! You haven't even had a chance to award medals to the nameless man and the soldiers from all over the country—are you really going to launch this series of attacks right now?"

Before the boss could speak, another local official raised his hand.

Ming De's expression turned solemn. "You tell us too."

"I'm just expressing my own opinion." This think tank official was more composed than the young man from before, "We need to make the whole process smoother and more natural, otherwise it's hard to guarantee a high success rate. It's good that we have the strategic wisdom to operate with, Boss. But the specific tactical execution still needs to wait for the right opportunity—people have been tormented by the Madness Butterfly for far too long."

"I hope you, Boss, will think twice before acting. This is not just about the gunsmith's reputation, but also about his life and the friendships of hundreds of VIPs. If we are to operate covertly, we need to ensure that the entire smokescreen works perfectly. This is a long-term plan."

"Personally speaking, if you suddenly told me that the gunsmith was dead, my administrative district would be Heaven and Earth Turning immediately. I would be overwhelmed, receiving complaints from the public every day. There might even be terrorist attacks targeting me, and people would question me—why didn't I protect the hero properly?"

"The morale of the militia will plummet, and the warband won't fare much better."

"Crime rates could surge in a short period of time; these are things we need to consider."

Before the old man could speak, a slender, delicate hand was raised from the ranks of the Greenstone People.

She was a middle-aged woman with a delicate face, but her eyes revealed both anger and strength.

"This is unfair to the gunsmith, boss!"

Ming De raised a paw. "I didn't tell you to speak."

The woman still held her hand up, unwilling to lower it.

Ming De: "Alright, go on, Ms. Daisy. I rarely see you so angry; there must be a reason you absolutely have to tell."

"This is unfair to the gunsmith!" Ms. Daisy, the Greenstone People representative from the think tank, continued, "It's unfair to his family, his students, and his children."

"Boss, doing this will only create a bunch of enemies. If you listen to this Wood Plark's nonsense, you'll be cutting off your own arm!"

"Have you ever wondered why the gunsmith came to the underworld to survive? What was his original wish?"

"All he wants is a complete family!"

"After this procedure is performed, Bai Ziqing will lose her nominal husband, and their child will be fatherless from a young age, even if it's a fake one."

"How many months will the expedition to Shambhala take? How long will the beheading of members of the Alliance of the Immortals continue? Years? Or more than a decade? Who can say for sure?"

"Whether he will come back alive is uncertain, yet you want to tell the gunsmith's students that their teacher died in battle, or died somewhere else, for some other reason."

"Knightly combat techniques will become laughable."

Ms. Daisy was visibly moved, almost to tears. The brave and fearless anonymous man had helped this paleontologist from the think tank, taking her across the war zone, helping her reclaim her homeland, and avenging her father's death. It was thanks to him that she was able to live in a city that had been reborn.

The others present also had some kind of favor or connection with the anonymous person.

"It seems this matter needs to be put on hold, Plark," the BOSS said to the Philosopher Foundation representatives beside him. "At least not now."

This meeting will have follow-up. All the strategic guidelines of the cabinet meeting will be retained based on the actual situation, and their feasibility will be gradually assessed until the day when the plan can be implemented. Then it will be put back on the agenda. It will also have an official name and an official code name.

--[Remix·Mixing] Intrusion Operation.

A recent meeting was held on the topic of the [Remix] harassment operation. The motivation for restarting this filing stemmed from the news of Pellegrini Tuan's arrest.

Each region was in a state of recuperation, and the militia and warbands were rapidly reducing their troop strength. The post-war period was a time of prosperity. When this intelligence was extracted from Pellegrini's brain, the contingency plan for the [Remix] harassment operation became more complete and reasonable.

The think tank was well-prepared and capable of handling the series of problems brought about by the sudden death of the gunsmith. This was a direct punch from Ming De to the Immortals Alliance, a signal of proactive attack.

As the gunsmith journeyed to Fang Feng, many things happened simultaneously. The followers and cosplay enthusiasts along the way made the Nameless One's image approachable, endearing, and even comical; he was no longer a god and was gradually returning to his normal place.

Pellegrini nurtured Mali Pero, the "Wings of Light," who thwarted the Gunsmiths' students in the Moon God Cup. The television broadcast clearly showed the youngsters' pathetic defeat to millions of viewers.

The aura of knightly combat skills is fading, though they remain useful. However, the gunsmith and the Big Sister seem to have returned to the ranks of ordinary people from being invincible gods.

These messages all seemed terrible, yet they subtly confirmed what Wood Plark had said earlier. There were many problems, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing; they could actually fuel the [Remix] intrusion. This was the power to turn adversity into advantage.

The guardians of the home are going on a mission to the other side of the sea, so the cities remaining in the Eurasian railway network must first be purged to prevent the rats hiding in the shadows from causing trouble again. There are many, many more like CC who slipped through the net in the underworld, and there is no doubt that the news of the gunsmith's death will make them ecstatic and return to their old ways.

Wood: "He's completely out of contact, Boss. This step is crucial."

Only a dozen or so people remained in the cabinet to discuss the topic of [Remix].

Ming De: "He'll do as I say. He's always been obedient. He trusts me."

Wood: "Then leave the rest to me."

Ming De: "His family should also know about this; at least his two elder brothers must know."

Wood: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"No one will believe what a child says," Ming De explained. "Even if they run around saying that the BOSS is lying and that my dad isn't dead! We've prepared other ways to spread the word. I just hope that 9527, as a mother, has enough ability to bring some confidence to this little family—stay calm, stay calm."

Wood Plark nodded. "So, the war of pacification between cities."

"We're all ready. This is a huge project, and all departments have been waiting for this opportunity for the past six months," Ming De said. "The leaders of the various regional combat groups are complaining to the General Staff of the Transportation Department that the fighting spirit of their soldiers is declining uncontrollably. Retired veterans have nowhere to go, so they're gathering a few friends to start private clubs. These small club-like associations have become new networks, and many hunters are actively seeking out opportunities for re-employment—it seems that other areas are doing the same thing, and a new gray area is emerging."

Everything was going as Wood Plark had anticipated; the signs were subtle and all legal and compliant. The anonymous individuals had no jurisdiction over these people, but the gunsmith's death might bring about some changes.

"He will return in a hundred days. This is a test," Wood Plark said to the others present. "A very rigorous test—we have been preparing for nearly two years. Jiang Xueming will disappear without a trace until the Immortals make the wrong judgment, believing that time has defeated this warrior, Eagle Falcon's illness has once again been cured without medicine. The ship to Shambhala will have one more mysterious passenger, who is completely unknown."

"Victor, activate your Soul Power."

Ming De said this--

--Rising from the small sofa by the fireplace, the Detective King picked up his pen and wrote a series of orders on the bodies of the think tank officials. Their consciousness gradually blurred, their eyes became unfocused, and the story of the gunsmith was to be rewritten, becoming a jumbled [Remix].

The [Hell Highway] ability was successfully activated, but when it was Wood Plark's turn, the staffer just shrugged and spread his hands.

"No, no, no! It won't work on me."

Victor gave the man a meaningful look, wondering how the man planned to carry out and depict the gunsmith's death.

BOSS was clutching a small handkerchief, wiping away tears. This was perhaps the closest Jiang Xueming had ever been to it. Fang Feng and the Dead Puppet Agency were the two starting points for Jiang Xueming after he came to the railway system.

If he becomes [Outlaw], perhaps there are other ways to transform him into a free and immortal being; if he becomes a Canaan symbiote, that would also be a good thing—these are all the BOSS's arrangements, to deceive and ambush, and to try to turn a short-term bodyguard into a long-term cat slave.

If this man overcomes all obstacles and successfully survives the tribulation.

Having returned from Shambhala, he had every reason to retire gracefully and return to a simpler life.

The story of the gunsmith will come to an end, but the story of Jiang Xueming will continue.

Let's begin.

As for how to find a scapegoat for the gunsmith.

Wood Plark had made arrangements beforehand; an uninvited guest arrived at the Hedland Grand Hotel.

It was during the cold, rainy season, and this guest, draped in a thick cloak, gained the trust of Grandfather by posing as Wood Plark. His true identity was Mr. Chen Fugui, a member of the Philosopher Foundation's special operations group under Tian Shu.

This psionicist rarely appears in public, always serving as Captain Wood's shadow warrior, accompanying Ye Bei and monitoring the Qiongqi beast's every move.

His task this time was simple: to retrieve the package Jiang Xueming sent and take one of her fingers.

His true name in Soul Power is [Heartbreaker], and his ability is quite unique. As long as he obtains a portion of the target's essence, he can transform himself into the target's appearance, making him very suitable for espionage work.

Chen Fugui intended to use this finger, harnessing the power of his soul, to transform into Jiang Xueming's likeness and complete the final mixing.

The adult world is so complex. To the demons lurking in the shadows, the good news that is about to arrive may be like heavenly music, or it may be a final celebration before going to hell to serve their sentence.

Xiao Qi received a secret message from the BOSS well in advance, knowing that her husband was undergoing a test and what would happen next.

She sat in the children's room on the first floor of the bar, watching a video of the wedding with the children.

She clenched her fists tightly, afraid to remove her Steel Heart.

The psionic tides emanating from it made her feel at ease.

This means her husband is alive and well, and she can pass on that strength to her loved one.

But the next second--

--The Steel Jade has cracked!

Xiao Qi stared in surprise at the wedding ring, a wave of soreness and pain shooting through her arm.

Jiang Bai, the eldest son, seemed to realize something.

"Mom, is Dad really dead? Don't lie to me! I'm not grown up yet! He can't be rolling in gold coins so early! And I'm not capable of inheriting the family business!"

Xiao Qi raised her hand to hit her son. "Can't you say something nice?!"

The sudden surge of psychic energy unsettled Xiao Qi. She could still sense her husband's psychic energy within the shattered gemstone, but why had it suddenly broken?

Jiang Zheng was drawn by this psychic connection. Seeing her mother's uneasy expression, she pushed aside her second brother and squeezed the taciturn Jiang Zhengyang onto the armrest of the sofa.

"Don't worry, Mom!"

Xiao Qi was completely baffled. How could her perfectly good jewelry suddenly break? Had her husband been in danger?

Jiang Zheng patted his mother's hand, his expression resolute.

"Dad has become stronger, much stronger!"