Chapter 315: Chapter 193: July 20th, Fireworks on the Overpass_4
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“That’s right. For you, it should be quite easy,” Sisteruo smiled, “Of course, not to make a move in the Superhero Tower, but to take action when he cos out for a mission.”
“I understand,” Ke Mingye responded.
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July 20th, six o’clock in the evening.
The setting sun slanted in the west, and high-rise buildings stood in rows, shrouded in a hazy twilight interwoven with afterglow and neon lights.
On his way ho from the Superhero Association, Ke Mingye sent a ssage to Bai Zini and learned from her that his second brother and father were still at ho. After confirming he wasn’t being followed, he released a Deception Puppet in an inconspicuous corner.
Then, he opened the “Spider Man Chat Up Special APP” on a spare phone and sent an encrypted ssage to Bai Qiuwu’s phone.
The content of the ssage was: [Miss Sun Wukong, if convenient, co et tonight at seven, the usual place—Your good friend, dear Mr. Strange Thing.]
After sending the ssage, Ke Mingye let the puppet carry the spare phone, equipped with a web shooter, and swing across the city skyline towards the direction of Bridge No. 7.
When the puppet released the thread attached to the underside of the overpass and soared in an upward arc to land at the top of the bridge, it turned its head around to look, finding no one in the fading twilight.
Mr. Strange Thing smirked, perched atop a streetlight, and opened the “Spider Man Chat Up Special APP” on the spare phone—it hadn’t received any ssages.
Although Bai Qiuwu hadn’t replied to his ssage, he felt certain that Qiuwu would co.
So, after Ke Mingye himself returned ho from the abandoned train station and took off his battle suit, he went around his house and quickly noticed that Bai Qiuwu was nowhere to be seen.
Upon asking his siblings, they all said that Qiuwu had gone out to et a friend not long ago.
Ke Mingye shrugged, sat down on the sofa, and started drinking a beverage while checking his personal panel.
From July 13th to July 20th, those eight days of completing “Daily Task 1” provided him with a total of 16 attribute points to freely distribute.
In the eight wheel of fortune rewards he got from completing “Daily Task 2,” he had invariably received “Mall Coins” for the first four tis, totaling 9000 coins;
The fifth wheel granted him “2 freely distributable attribute points”, and the sixth draw rewarded him with a Grade B Magic Card “Elegy of the Sprites” (healing effect).
The last two spins resulted in fragnts for synthesizing a low-level Skill Enhancent Card and a 30% discount shopping coupon.
Ke Mingye allocated the 18 attribute points he earned during this period evenly across three attributes for a stable developnt.
[Current player attributes as follows—Physical fitness: 74 points (↑6 points); neurological reaction: 44 points (↑6 points); ntal strength: 38 points (↑6 points)]
[Current total of Mall Coins: 9100 coins]
Soon, as Ke Mingye confird his personal information with nothing better to do, a figure slowly approached from above on Bridge No. 7 in Mr. Strange Thing’s view.
Ke Mingye let out a sigh of relief, finishing the last sip of Sprite in the bottle while making Mr. Strange Thing wave to her.
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anwhile, atop Bridge No. 7.
From the distance on the road, a visitor dressed in a silver and black tallic long coat was slowly approaching.
The cor wore a monkey mask, and a dark-gold staff was slung over her back. As dusk fell, the last hint of reddish sunlight cast onto her, highlighting her icy silhouette and stretching her shadow long and far across the road.
“Hey… isn’t that our Miss Sun Wukong, long ti no see.”
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The strange thing squatted atop the streetlight, waving at her, and while reminiscing spoke, “The last ti we t must have been half a month ago, haven’t you missed ? I’ve really missed you… so much so that today, I couldn’t help myself and sent you a text to call you out, by the way, I’m very happy to see you.”
On hearing this, Black Wukong fetched her phone from the pocket of her tallic coat, opened the mo app, and started typing away. She then turned the screen toward the strange thing.
On the mo it was written, “Cut the small talk. Why have you sought out this ti?”
The strange thing pouted, glanced at the text on the mo, and then looked up at the sky, “Just half a month apart and you’re unwilling to even speak, reverting back to communication through text… Is our relationship that fragile?”
He paused, shaking his head and sighing, “It seems the saying on social dia is true, won really are such creatures: if you don’t treat them well for three days, they’ll forget all about you.”
“Do you count as a person?”
Black Wukong asked, with a cold indifference, as she stowed her phone back in her pocket.
“Well, if you put it that way, probably not,” the strange thing replied, tapping its jaw with its finger, “Of course, if you want to be a person, I can be that too.”
“What do you an?”
Black Wukong questioned while crossing her arms and tilting her head, narrowing her crimson pupils as she continued to stare at it from behind her mask.
“May I ask if you prefer a little boy, or a teenager, or are you into muscular hunks, blonde studs?”
As the strange thing spoke, its face morphed, at tis into a delicate little boy, at tis into a sunny-looking teenager, at tis into a charming blonde man, and at tis into a handso, buzz-cut hunk.
“Stop it right there…” Black Wukong interjected, covering the eyeholes of her mask with her hand, bowing her head, and letting out a soft sigh, “I’m about to throw up the dinner I just ate.”
“Okay, it seems the seduction of beauty is ineffective. Looks like I’ll need to use sothing else to get your attention,” the strange thing said, its mouth turning down at the corners. Suddenly, a red and black die appeared in its right hand.
Black Wukong silently stared at it with puzzlent.
The strange thing flipped down from the streetlight and landed on the surface of the overpass. As it walked towards Black Wukong, it extended its right hand towards the exterior of the bridge’s railing. Then he let go of the die, letting it fall towards the city.
Just at that mont, the sunset completely dipped below the horizon, and the entire city was enveloped in the abrupt onset of night. On the overpass, it was pitch-black except for the flickering flas within Black Wukong’s Eyes of Golden Fla.
Simultaneously, as the die of calamity dropped from a hundred ters high in the sky, plumting to the earth, two numbers appeared just above it.
“6.”
In the darkness, the strange thing uttered a number.
[You have chosen event “6” over event “3”.]
[Event 6: A grand firework will ascend into the sky.]
The next instant, from the ink-black canvas of the sky, a teor-like streak of light shot upwards and with a “whoosh” pierced the night, then exploded completely at its apex.
Following a “bang”, a rose-shaped firework blossod in the night sky, scattering twinkling halos over the city. The world was as bright as day, with the illuminated sky and dazzling fireworks swaying together, blindingly beautiful.
Cries of amazent and car horns sounded from below the city.
On the deserted overpass, the brilliant colors from the night sky suddenly shattered the pervasive darkness, painting Black Wukong and the strange thing in the sa hues.
Black Wukong was stunned for a mont, then slowly raised her face, gazing off into the distance at the fireworks.
“Do you like the birthday present I’ve prepared for you?”
The strange thing, with its back to the fireworks and profile facing the night sky, called out to her directly by na.
“Happy Birthday… Miss Bai Qiuwu.”
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