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Another sword shadow flashed past, and the beast-like body collapsed with a crash. Juan’s head, still carrying anger and a trace of bewilderment, landed quietly on the ground, as though even until the final moment before his consciousness faded, he had never understood Mo Wendao’s words.
As his cybernetic eyes went dark, Juan’s body visibly shriveled. Before long, all that remained before Mo Wendao was a skeletal husk wrapped in skin.
Yet Mo Wendao did not immediately leave. The instant the flying sword returned to the barcode mark, a searing pain that struck straight into his soul swept through him.
The flying sword had returned to the barcode, but it had brought something unexpected back with it.
Juan’s twisted face seemed to appear within his spiritual sense. For a moment, countless emotions that did not belong to Mo Wendao surged into his heart.
Mo Wendao resisted the emotional onslaught and quickly realized that all of it originated from Juan.
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His ambition, his rage, his unwillingness, his hatred, and even that final trace of confusion churned violently within Mo Wendao’s spiritual sense alongside the burning pain. In the end, all of them converged into a stream of pure energy.
When Mo Wendao absorbed that strand of pure energy into his body, the agony was replaced by an unprecedented sense of exhilaration. He looked down at the black barcode on his wrist, which was now flickering with a strange radiance.
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That single strike had actually forcibly plundered the energy remaining inside Juan’s body?
No.
That was not what had happened.
Mo Wendao silently shook his head. He had already reached a conclusion. “Clearly, fellow Daoist Juan died with lingering regrets, so he entrusted his ambitions to me.”
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He lowered his gaze toward the shriveled corpse on the ground. It no longer bore any resemblance to Juan. If someone else found it, they would probably assume it belonged to some poor soul who had suffered chronic malnutrition before unfortunately getting caught up in a gang conflict and being beheaded as a warning.
Mo Wendao understood that this was simply the cruelty of the demonic path. Countless outstanding figures climbed toward the summit, only to ultimately become withered bones in a grave. He lowered his head and offered some words of comfort.
“Fellow Daoist Juan, you may depart in peace.”
“I will carry on your final aspirations and one day ascend to the pinnacle of the demonic path.”
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There was no need for words of thanks for such a great favor!
Once the formalities were complete, Mo Wendao slipped into the shadows and vanished into the night.
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He did not return to the factory in the Western District. Instead, he headed straight home.
Only after repeatedly confirming that the formation he had left at home showed no signs of being disturbed did his nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relax. He walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face. His exhausted features were reflected in the murky mirror.
Mo Wendao had no intention of sleeping. The crisis had yet to pass. Without a phone, he could only turn on the television and use the old computer in his room to gauge the impact of News Channel 52’s live broadcast.
Everyone was discussing the broadcast that had suddenly been forced off the air, but the incident was not suppressed. On the contrary, shortly after the live signal was cut, a video began spreading rapidly across the internet.
In the footage, Juan smashed through a wall and sent an attacking Enforcer flying with a single blow. Even the Legal Affairs Bureau’s standard-issue sniper rifle failed to penetrate the muscles of his chest. The video placed particular emphasis on Juan’s terrifying strength, ending with him overturning the News Channel 52 van and breaking through the Enforcers’ defensive line.
By the time Mo Wendao returned home, it had already become the hottest video online, and the vaguely related β-agent was instantly pushed into the center of public attention.
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A television commercial also reached Mo Wendao’s ears. Compared to the heart-pounding video, the commercial featured soothing music. On screen, an exhausted corporate employee walked along the road home.
“District 52, our home.”
“Gang members, drug cartels, and endless corporate wars.”
“Peace does not come from nowhere!”
In an instant, a group of heavily armed gang members rushed out of the shadows. With a scream, the corporate employee on screen was brutally torn apart by the vicious gangsters.
The image froze at that moment. Powerful yet hopeful music immediately followed, and a man in a white lab coat stepped onto the screen. He glanced back at the frozen image and said, “Looks familiar? Incidents like this happen every day. You could be next!”
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“Unless you make the most important decision of your life!”
“You don’t need smart firearms, and you don’t need expensive combat cybernetics!”
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“The only thing you need to do is walk into your nearest pharmacy and purchase Three Lives Pharmaceuticals’ newly developed β-agent, Home Edition!”
“It will change your work, change your family, and change your life!”
For the first time, Mo Wendao watched a television commercial from beginning to end with complete seriousness. He noticed that the tablets displayed on screen were different from the ones Juan had swallowed.
The commercial had even taken the opportunity to take a shot at Nirvana Technologies.
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Although the trademarks had been blurred out, it was still obvious that the smart firearms and combat cybernetics being tossed aside like garbage in the commercial were Nirvana Technologies products.
Ordinary commercial competition. Such were the disputes between giants of the demonic path.
Mo Wendao suddenly realized that Three Lives Pharmaceuticals had never truly been targeting the Skeleton Gang or the San Diego Group. It was fighting a sect war against Nirvana Technologies.
The mere aftershock of the first exchange between the two sides had already been enough to leave the Skeleton Gang and Juan without even a burial place.
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The television light constantly shifted across the living room. The commercial spokesman’s friendly smile formed a stark contrast with the terror of tonight. With the arrival of the Enforcement Sect, the Western District factory had become a living hell, with brain matter and severed limbs piled together. Even after returning home, Mo Wendao could almost still smell the pungent stench of blood.
To true giants of the demonic path like Nirvana Technologies and Three Lives Pharmaceuticals, even he was nothing more than a drop in the ocean. He had already been cautious enough, yet he still could not fathom the thoughts of these great sects.
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Should he use this opportunity to disappear, or should he seek out Inspector Morse and collect on his promise?
And what about Old Gu? Should he warn him? If Mo Wendao decided to leave District 52, should he go and say goodbye to Old Gu first?
While these thoughts ran through his mind, the channel that had been showing the late-night commercial suddenly collapsed into a mass of distortion. The faces of the people in the advertisement twisted out of shape, their friendly smiles instantly becoming horrifying and grotesque. The soothing melody transformed into a barrage of crackling explosions. After the anomaly continued for nearly a minute, every image on the screen abruptly vanished.
A wisp of greenish smoke rose from behind the television, and the smell of scorched electronics filled the living room.
Even the lights overhead began flickering between brightness and darkness. Mo Wendao’s heart jolted, and he immediately spread out his spiritual sense.
Yet the Enforcement Sect disciples he had expected did not appear. The corridor outside was completely empty, and no danger seemed to be approaching. But immediately afterward, he noticed something unusual.
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His spiritual sense was blocked from reaching beyond the top floor. Some indescribably dark energy had already occupied the uppermost level of the apartment building.
When Mo Wendao opened his eyes again, he saw that the television screen, though not yet completely dead, had changed.
Three lines of cold text appeared, identical in style to the messages previously sent by the mysterious contact.
『I don’t have much time. Meet me on the top floor.』
『Take the stairs.』
『Don’t do anything stupid.』
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(End of Chapter)
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