"Is Dad okay?"
"He... he’s fine."
"Does he still play chess every day? He’s such a rotten chess player, always reneging on moves and cheating. I bet he’s still the sa."
"...Yes."
"Was he very upset when I left?"
"Sotis he looks at your photos, from when you were a baby until you went to school."
Su Ming’an chatted with Zhao Mingming for a while; she was originally a bloodthirsty "anomaly," her red dress constantly dripping blood, yet she cried the whole ti in front of him.
Until Su Ming’an glanced at the ti, two hours left before dawn, and said goodbye to her.
"I should be going, Zhao Mingming."
"Hmm." The girl wiped her blood-stained tears and saw him off.
She stood alone under the slanted moonlight from the window, her red dress fluttering, her lively appearance seed from another world. Su Ming’an walked out a few steps and suddenly returned: "Will you leave here?"
Zhao Mingming revealed her white teeth: "I will wait here for you, after you’re done, you must co back."
Su Ming’an nodded, waved his hand, and left.
Just after exiting the restroom, he bumped into an acquaintance. In the mottled moonlight, shadows of trees were dense, and a blonde youth stood in front of a portrait, his jade-like eyes quietly gazing at the image.
"...Liujin?" Hui Bei turned his head, showing a smile: "Finally found you. My role is a laboratory researcher, do you want to check out my lab?"
Su Ming’an looked at Hui Bei’s feet, the shadow was normal, it should be him: "Okay."
Su Ming’an and Hui Bei left the school building; the laboratory building was right next to it. Su Ming’an didn’t see that the mont he stepped out of the school building, the portrait Hui Bei was looking at fell down, revealing the small words hidden behind:
...
[Rule 22: If soone claiming to be a researcher invites you into a lab, do not accept! Do not accept! Do not accept!]
...
Upon arriving at the laboratory, Hui Bei used a magnetic card to open the door, put on a lab coat, wore a mask, and even carefully disinfected the cloth doll in his hands. Su Ming’an watched this series of very professional actions, and asked: "Do I need to do the sa?"
Hui Bei softened his smile: "No need."
His smile seed to say that only researchers needed to do so, lab specins did not.
Various glass jars were placed inside, many precise instrunts that Su Ming’an could not recognize, yet Hui Bei checked them with ease. Rembering Hui Bei’s ntor identity, Su Ming’an suddenly showed a relieved smile.
"You can sit here and rest, I’ll go find so food, be back soon." Hui Bei walked to an experintal bed and gestured for Su Ming’an to sit down.
Considering the Supre Lord’s spoilers of Hui Bei peeling Su Ming’an’s skin as a tragic ending, Su Ming’an could imdiately see through Hui Bei’s intentions. But Su Ming’an kindly smiled and pointed to the chairs beside them: "Aren’t there seats over there?"
Hui Bei shook his head: "The seats over there haven’t been cleaned for a long ti. I just wiped down the experintal bed, it’s very clean."
Such a la excuse, only suitable for deceiving a naive Jellyfish.
Yet Su Ming’an seed oblivious, and sat on the experintal bed.
Hui Bei satisfiedly left, instructing Su Ming’an not to run around as he would soon bring back food, his tone like a wolf grandmother deceiving a naive Jellyfish.
The "naive Jellyfish" also kindly smiled.
As soon as Hui Bei left, Su Ming’an stood up instantly and ran around the room freely. Touching this, dismantling that, turning everything upside down.
Through the "Clue Insight (Purple Grade)" divine skill, Su Ming’an found an archive room, and really turned up sothing important. As soon as he got it, he knew it was a huge discovery.
—The owner of the file folder was written as "Sique."
He ripped open the bag, most of the papers were already damaged; the writing was blurry due to the long passage of ti, with only so parts readable.
...
[Record of the 28,191st attempt.]
[Another failure. The "Narrative Pen" ultimately cannot compare to the real Divine Authority, even if it captures stories with tightly-linked molecular chains, it cannot withstand the imprint of the unique real spaceti anchor point.]
[Reverting twisted ti turns out to be so difficult.]
[...]
[Record of the 34,211th attempt.]
[Failure. However, this ti, the "Narrative Pen" achieved a historic breakthrough, retracing about 0.1 microseconds of ti, though insignificant, it at least shows our experintal direction is correct.]
[...]
[Record of the 41,928th attempt.]
[Inspired by the "single electron double slit experint" and "Schrödinger’s cat" theory, Ran Bo proposed, if we want to rival the true Divine Authority—Ti Retrospection, the current "Narrative Pen" is far from enough.]
[Perhaps one day, it can beco an alternative ti authority. However, its triggering thod is not active, but possibly passive.]
...
[Record of the 52,617th attempt.]
[Inspiration hit my mind from notes left by Qiao.]
[—"Narrative Pen" as a dead object has a chanism that’s rigid and passive. But what if we combine the "Narrative Mirror" with a person? From then on, ti can be manipulated, corrected, and retreated by humans.]
[As for the candidate, it has to be soone with a steadfast will, no matter the temporal shifts, possible branches, this person must maintain enduring determination, preventing being lost to desires within the ti flow.]
...
[Record of the 62,718th attempt.]
[Today, I found a notebook from the early First Epoch.]
[It turns out Luowasha was not a complete planet but half of one. As for the reason, people of that era didn’t know either.]
[Half a planet couldn’t last long, so after eternal wandering in the universe, Luowasha found another complete habitable planet and decided to collectively migrate to the new planet.]
[And the World Tree was on that complete planet.]
[It’s an interesting history, unfortunately, the notes are incomplete, I don’t know how people of that ti managed to migrate successfully.]
[Saw an interesting story today, and to reward myself, I might need a cup of tea from San Ridge, a sugar cube, forty degrees temperature.]
...
[You have obtained the archive regarding the "First Epoch."]
[ (TE2·"They have waited too long for redemption") Perfect Completion Progress: 68% ]
...
Su Ming’an finished reading the archive and turned into the head of Cosmic Cat.
...The First Epoch?
But he had read the story of Sique as a child—Sique was a magpie born in the Second Epoch, growing up in a village, taken to the Royal City by Qiao at a young age. Why would Sique conduct experints in the First Epoch?
There is also "Ran Bo" ntioned in the archive. Su Ming’an had seen this scientist in the Undead Territory. The Ran Bo in the archives couldn’t possibly be the Ran Bo of the Fourth Epoch.
"...Ti." Su Ming’an’s sight fell on this term. It seed Sique was manipulating artificial ti authority. Could this be what caused the ti flow to beco chaotic? Bringing people from the First Epoch into the Fourth Epoch? His "perspective switch" chanism was probably the handiwork of this, capable of jumping through ti.
Thinking about Sique’s riddles, Su Ming’an again felt the urge to use his hand to caress Sique. He rummaged through the archive room, but most of the papers were completely damaged.
He left the archive room and suddenly heard a noise from the next room.
——It was a tightly locked room, with a heavy iron door, like it was holding so terrifying monster.
He approached the iron door and heard human voices:
"...The subject’s condition is not good, he should be fed, he hasn’t eaten for seven days."
"...No, we need to observe his cellular growth under extre conditions... To pursue the secret of eternal life, we must consider every situation."
"...Alright. His growth has stopped for more than a year; his height, weight, appearance, hardly changed. This shows that our experintal direction is correct,"
"...More than a year? Without noticing, he’s been our subject for so long? Experiencing these brutal experints day in and day out, high-pressure tests, water deprivation experints, limb regeneration experints... This kid is really resilient; his desire to survive is always strong, while other subjects collapsed after a few days."
"You’re not feeling pity, are you, Old Qin?"
"No, I just... find it interesting... hahahah... his resilience fuels my curiosity even more. I’m eager to dissect him and observe every part inside."
"We did such a thing half a year ago. Your mory is poor; the ground was covered with blood at that ti, so at pieces even seeped into the sewer."
"Oh, oh, right... What you said makes hungry, Aizeke, stop cutting his fingers, it doesn’t taste good, we should have a proper lunch."
The chilling conversation stopped, the footsteps faded away, and silence returned on the other side of the iron door.
Su Ming’an was sure no one was on the other side of the iron door, so he used Spatial Displacent to enter the iron door. What t his eyes was a ghastly scene that froze his expression.
——A hellish scene of blood and flesh everywhere.
It was like a slaughterhouse, not a laboratory. Scarlet, vermilion, crimson... dried, not dried... patches and pieces of blood stains covered the floor. The sll of blood was overwhelming, making one want to vomit.
Even Su Ming’an, who was used to the sll of blood, found it hard to bear; the scene was chilling, making one’s scalp tingle. Nearby were glass jars with organs inside, all identical, as if taken from the sa body. Dozens of livers, dozens of lungs, countless fingers...
This shouldn’t be Sique’s experints, Sique couldn’t do such a thing; this probably was another laboratory.
A child lay on the experint bed, locked onto the bed. Due to the pain, the child hugged his knees, curling up tightly, his forehead pressed against his knees as if to bury himself away.
Beautiful, thick, long golden hair flowed down his smooth back, like a soft blanket, wrapping around his small fra.
——Su Ming’an’s heartbeat skipped a beat.
He realized in an instant who the child was.
"..."
The child heard footsteps, but he didn’t lift his head; he knew that once soone approached him, another nightmare of pain would arrive. He remained motionless, too weak from hunger, his throat burning with pain.
Until a handful of water was brought close to him.
The child slowly lifted his head; his eyes were as beautiful as the blue sky and sea, yet his face was marked with scars from surgical stitches, clashing with his delicate face.
——In his eyes, a white-haired boy offered water, his golden eyes like the sunrise. The dim surrounding light made the visitor appear as a dazzling gleam.
When Kando fell into despair, in the bloody hell, a spider’s thread dropped down.
"...Even after going through such things, when I ask you if you were in pain as a child... would you still show a smile?"
The words, incomprehensible to the child, escaped hastily from the white-haired boy’s mouth.
Despite his severe thirst, the child didn’t drink the water; instead, he watched the white-haired boy warily, his blue eyes full of alertness and contemplation.
Su Ming’an realized he had misunderstood.
——The underlying story of Mingxi campus wasn’t just about him. There was also... Noel.
He had thought about how painful Noel’s childhood experints must have been, but he didn’t expect... it to be this painful. Dismbered, bled, repeatedly on the brink of death... How small was this child? Most people would likely be tornted by such a dark childhood their entire lives. Yet despite such darkness, Noel grew up to beco a Little Sun.
Blazing like a fire, dazzling like a sunbeam.
Su Ming’an, looking at the scarred Noel, suddenly understood why Noel conducted human experints on the children of the Main God World, enhancing their physique and strength. People cursed Noel, accusing him of exploiting children, but his experints were clearly voluntary.
Because he once was trapped in hell and couldn’t resist, he wanted to give children the ability to fight back.
Because he once underwent brutal experints, experiencing physical pain on the brink of collapse, when it was his turn to wield the surgical knife, he had long researched painless surgical thods.
If Noel had, before being captured into the laboratory, another "Noel" performing human experintation to give him power—such a tragedy wouldn’t have happened.
This can’t be considered right, but also can’t be considered wrong.
"I will take you away." Su Ming’an intended to carry Noel but awkwardly found Little Su on his back, so he adjusted the straps, one on the left, one on the right.
Little Su felt quite cool, refreshing in the sumr heat.
Noel felt cool too, his skin almost devoid of temperature, making it comfortable to carry.
But as Su Ming’an stepped out of the laboratory, the aura behind him suddenly vanished, Noel transforming into a corpse in a mont, cold against his back. Golden strands of hair clung to his neck, drooping disheartedly.
As if signifying, all Su Ming’an witnessed was rely an "anomaly."
Everything that had happened was in the past; Noel endured pain over a long ti, and back then, no one saved Noel, nor would anyone now.
Su Ming’an, carrying two bodies, seed to feel a cold rain from the past of the two behind him, fall upon him.
"...Liujin, why are you standing over there?" Hui Bei appeared at the door, smiling, carrying so black plastic bags:
"Just now... you didn’t run off, did you?"
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