Chapter 72
It's no secret that the Lord of Ink City is a puppet.
Wrong!
Fan Cang is referring to the Fan Houzhang!
Was Fan Houzhang a puppet?
How could that be!
What does "domesticated livestock" mean?
What exactly did Fan Cang discover?
What exactly is he trying to do?
Just as everyone was in shock, Fan Cang's sword tip pierced Fan Houzhang's throat.
The scene of "parricide" was about to unfold.
An astonishing white mist burst from Fan Houzhang's throat, instantly spreading throughout the entire courtroom. The audience members rose in shock, but could not move an inch.
They were all outstanding Awakened, yet they were completely suppressed at this moment.
Their souls were hollowed out, their consciousness dissipated, and they froze in place like wax figures.
The Fan Houzhang disappeared, replaced by a phantom projection.
He appeared to be sitting in a high-backed chair, the image blurry, as if the connection might be lost at any moment.
Fan Cang stared intently at him. "Who exactly are you?"
The man's voice was soft and slightly sickly. "Congratulations, you have received the favor of the Creator!"
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Fan Cang squinted, trying to make out the blurry projection.
male.
Around thirty years old.
Neatly dressed, tall and slender.
The exposed skin was a cold, pale white.
It's unclear; the facial features are completely obscured, and even the clothing details are unclear. There are no distinctive badges or emblems.
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Fan Cang said calmly.
The man completely ignored what Fan Cang was saying, and continued, "You're not the only one; there's another lucky one."
Fan Cang suddenly raised his hand and slashed with his mechanical sword.
The ethereal projection flickered but wasn't severed; the man continued, "She's already level three."
Fan Cang: "So what?"
The man coughed softly, his voice gentle yet tinged with a chill. "The Creator is unique."
He paused for a moment before slowly continuing, "Either you kill her, or she kills you."
Fan Cang narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Who is he?"
The man smiled and gave him only one word.
The projection disappeared, Fan Cang stood there, biting a surname between his lips—
plum.
The thick white fog dissipated, but the courtroom did not return to normal.
The Awakened in the audience remained frozen in place, their figures still resembling wax statues.
Fan Cang turned and walked out of the empty trial chamber, heading towards the evil cradle that had shed its illusions and revealed its true nature.
The Fortress is fake.
There is no "Garden of Eden" in this world.
Standing atop the ruins of Ink City, amidst the people who seemed to operate on a pre-programmed, unchanging path, Fan Cang closed his eyes and whispered, "Let's go."
Several men in black stepped out from behind him and bowed respectfully to him.
Fan Cang ripped off his white uniform, revealing a dark combat suit as black as the dead of night.
The city emblem, the family glory, all vanished like bubbles in the water.
He is Fan Cang.
"Dictator" Fan Cang.
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Xiao Tong carefully recounted what he had learned to Xiao Yunjie and Song Xiaozhu, emphasizing at the end, "I was in beast form at the time, there's no mistake!"
It was precisely because it was so shocking that he couldn't avoid the Polluted Beast's charge and was seriously injured.
Xiao Yunjie frowned deeply upon hearing this, and remained silent for a long time.
People protected by the isolation zone cannot imagine the world outside it.
Xiao Yunjie had once worked alongside Old Madam Hu, and her understanding of this area far surpassed that of ordinary refugees.
Since the Dawn Era, Ink City has built a buffer zone to protect this entire area.
The Fortress offered a paradise-like existence.
The displaced people living at the Garbage Mountain, though in a sorry state, were barely managing to survive.
Outside the quarantine zone, they would occasionally hear rumors.
Polluted Beast roam everywhere outside.
Even Awakened cannot survive outside.
The land, rivers, and sky outside are heavily polluted and cannot be purified. Ordinary people will collapse and die if they stay there for more than three minutes.
Countless rumors told the residents of the Ink City area, "Outside the buffer zone is a vast, uninhabited area, a terrifying hell, a place that humans must never set foot in."
Because of this deeply ingrained belief, Xiao Tong was so shocked when he came to live among humans.
This overturned his understanding.
Compared to Xiao Yunjie and Xiao Tong, Song Xiaozhu wasn't too surprised; she had long considered that there were humans outside the quarantine zone.
Ink City, not wanting its residents to break through the cordon, naturally tried its best to describe the danger, terror, and catastrophic situation outside.
Only a few people know the truth.
Unfortunately, Song Xiaozhu searched through Li Siyuan's memories but found no relevant information.
The young lady's memories are truly extraordinary; it seems that her ten years of life consisted of nothing but eating, drinking, and having fun.
If this were a normal worldview, Song Xiaozhu could barely understand it. After all, her biological father was the "world's richest man," and it was understandable that she was spoiled as an only daughter.
But this world... is fraught with danger and disaster. How could Li Shihai, the person who holds the highest power in this world, have raised his daughter like this?
The more I think about it, the stranger it seems.
Song Xiaozhu always felt that there was something fishy about this.
Xiao Tong broke the silence and asked, "Miss Song, are there really people outside the quarantine zone?"
He now completely trusts Song Xiaozhu, and the questions he used to ask his mother are now being asked by her.
Although Song Xiaozhu claimed to have no "memory," she could still conclude, based on logical deduction, that she did.
Xiao Tong took a deep breath and asked again, "So... are they good people or bad people?"
That's a really naive question.