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Well, this incident proves that you should never talk tough without a sure win. It’s a minor issue if you can’t back up your words, but it’s a big deal when you get roasted for it.
It’s just like that 2077 ga, Malin only played for less than two hours the first ti, still in the prologue, all happy and jolly. Then, just the other day during a vacation, he went and played it for a whole day, only to find it more and more unsatisfying. In the end, he discovered from the history log that those Poles, in order to stick to the release date, had cut half the ga content and sold it.
Damn, Malin was really pissed off then but also felt lucky—for if it weren’t for this ti travel thing, who knows, he might have been angered to death by those Poles. He heard it was the board’s decision to stabilize the stock price and not delay the release anymore. Although he wasn’t sure if the news was true or false, all Malin could find was a myriad of mockery and regret... Sigh, streetlights are always missing so embellishnts.
...Oh, and Malin suddenly thought of sothing infuriating—he never once played any of the gas he pre-ordered on STEAM.
Typical case of spending money like one has a fate to spend but no fate to play, so suffocating it’s unbearable.
With that sentintal thought, Malin shared with Jason the situation about the Silencer, and Jason was certain it was definitely a military AI, as he recognized the grenades as standard equipnt of Earth’s military.
"I always thought these were standard issue grenades from the North." Malin weighed the egg-shaped grenades in his hand—these grenades had been produced in Carterburg long ago, and the soldiers said that although they weren’t as easy to control and throw far as the ones with wooden handles, they were superior in that you could easily carry them in your pocket or a small side bag, hanging the good old-fashioned ones with wooden handles and bombarding wildly.
"This must be an inherited design, and besides, a grenade isn’t exactly high-tech. Making a mold with shrapnel grooves allows you to directly produce the casing; it’s very simple," Jason said, his face contorting into a fierce grin: "If I catch that guy this ti, I’m gonna stuff his mory full of electronic trash."
"That’s it?" Malin asked as he lit up a cigarette.
"What else can we do?" Jason looked at Malin, full of doubts.
"Couldn’t you pick sothing else, like those trashy web gas from before the destruction, the kind loaded with hundreds of viruses?" Malin took a drag of his cigarette and spoke to Jason.
Jason fell silent for a mont: "Well, even though he always mocks , I still feel that’s too harsh for him."
Damn, you can even say it like that.
Malin sighed, gestured Jason to analyze at the doorway, to see if they could find any footsteps or anything leading out of this house.
While Jason started scanning, Malin stepped aside, contemplating fate amid the swirling smoke of his cigarette at the street corner.
When ndel is gone, the Council of Eleven will be short a mber, and Malin worries they might add him to fill the gap—honestly, Malin feels he’s not seasoned enough, and with too many uncertainties ahead, perhaps after a few years, they’ll be looking for soone else to warm the seat Malin leaves behind.
But how to put it, Malin certainly can’t tell these guys about his situation.
Moreover, whether to talk about it or not is one thing, whether they believe it is another.
So, he needs to find a way, whether he takes the seat or not, to avoid causing dissatisfaction; Malin isn’t here to make enemies. It’s not a matter of being timid or brave, but making an enemy this way is just plain dumb—I, Malin, do enjoy beating down on folks for sure, but usually, those I hamr are the toxic tumors among people. As for these Northern idealists...
They might be a bit too romantic, but they’re definitely not fools.
Moreover, Malin is preparing to help ndel have his revenge; he has to be ready to take his soldiers and march south in the third month of spring to slaughter all those invading Chaos forces, and he simply has no ti for personal vendettas with these guys.
At that mont, Malin squinted his eyes, as he seed to have heard a voice... calling out to him.
Malin frowned—his Spiritual Energy was always protecting his mind, so normally, such calls should not reach him; after all, these calls, how to put it, are like spam, pretty much all broadcast by those low-quality waste gods from Subspace.
Unlike the street vendors, these wastes usually send out un-replyable calls in Subspace, like a bunch of fake cell towers. If soone believed them and responded, they could detect the coordinates of the target, and then what follows would surpass Malin’s estimates.
But this ti was different. This voice that sounded like a young girl had penetrated through Malin’s Psychic Shield, sothing usually only the Lord of Justice and the street vendors could manage.
Although it was hard to distinguish just by the sound, by its strength it seed about half a level lower; but in terms of penetration, it outclassed all other trash.
And during Malin’s montary daze, the voice had beco clearer, it was a girl’s.
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· Malin, child, I hear your heart’s cry, you are yearning for power.
Malin blinked his eyes. The voice sounded pleasant, cute and soft; the only question was, who are you?
As if knowing what Malin was thinking, the girl’s voice provided an answer.
· I am the beloved of the God of Vengeance, a friend of the Naless... Malin, I have heard your story. You wish to avenge your friend, is that right?
Malin fell silent for a mont, then took out a Gold Coin and tossed it into the Subspace. The next second, a tiny fairy ssenger was thrown out.
"Yes! It’s true!" declared the divine envoy from the Divine Realm loudly, then turned and dove back through the still-open portal.
Malin was silent for a while, then nodded.
"So, Goddess, what’s the price? What cost must I pay?"
· I will grant you the power of vengeance, enabling you to track down the murderer more quickly and efficiently, making the criminal who killed your friend pay the due price.
"No, my Goddess, I an, what cost must I, personally, pay?" Since she was genuine, Malin was very patient, but to him, however, no Deities in this world were truly without want or desire, not even the Lord of Justice, who claid the souls of the Paladins... Of course, in Malin’s view, this preparation for the battle at the end of days—when Subspace fully rges with this world, humanity will fight desperately, and death won’t be the end of life. Every person will continue to battle for the world’s survival with their soul and their body after death.
· There’s no need. I don’t require your soul, nor do I need your body. Rember, I am the spokesperson of the God of Vengeance, and you, will be his Proxy.
"Does that an, I need to serve Your glory?" Malin smirked. At the end of the day, you still require people to pay a price.
· No, the path of vengeance you walk is a battle for every innocent slain by criminals. That is the true essence of vengeance.
The girl’s rebuttal ca swiftly, and her answer silenced Malin for a mont.
Eventually, he nodded: "Which Sequence are you planning to transform in ?"
· Not to transform, but to directly bestow you with the transcendent ability to track your foes.
As soon as she finished speaking, Malin felt a sharp pain in his left eye. Clutching his eye before he could groan from the pain, the discomfort disappeared without a trace.
When he opened his eyes again, Malin initially felt nothing amiss, but when he looked at Jason and saw no abnormalities with his master, golden light points started appearing in his vision, soon forming a very clear human silhouette pushing a door open.
After passing through Jason, it headed towards the south of the city.
Malin blinked and noticed that the target was still moving, but as it got further away, it beca increasingly difficult for him to confirm its existence.
So Malin took a few steps, confirming that as the distance closed, he could see the target more clearly.
"Is this... your power?"
· It is because you possess sufficient power, Malin. Go forth, find the murderer. Rember, the weapon bears no good or evil, but the human heart does show allegiance.
Malin smiled and turned to wave at Jason who had directed his attention towards Malin upon noticing his movent.
"Jason, I’ll take you to find soone."
"Who?" Jason ca over.
"Why, the murderer, of course, my old friend." Malin finished, reaching out to ruffle Jason’s hair.
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