AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 60
by VolareChapter 60: Lover… This is Wan, my teacher, and also my lover…
001 did not retaliate when attacked, activating the defense shield and being forced to land. The gigantic mech blotted out the sky, enveloping the tiny humans in shadow.
As the flying mech folded its wings and successfully landed, the garrison at the defense shield gate noticed that the artillery fire had almost zero effect on the unidentified flying object. They immediately rushed into the military camp in a panic. The rest of the military members raised their weapons, staring intently at the slowly opening silver-white hatch.
Any sign of abnormality, and they would immediately press the attack button.
With a “ding,” the hatch fully opened.
Song Ningwan was the first to walk out, followed closely by Ka’lier, as well as Pulan and Iris.
“Suspected criminal attempting to smuggle! Execute immediately!” someone shouted.
The speed of the bullets was so fast that humans could hardly perceive it with the naked eye. However, as they were about to reach Song Ningwan’s forehead, they were all blocked by an invisible wall.
“What’s going on!” Seeing their weapons fail, the garrison didn’t turn and run wildly, but instead suppressed the fear in their hearts, trying to calm down.
“You… who are you?”
Song Ningwan glanced at Ka’lier.
Ka’lier instantly understood, took a step forward, walked to the front, and smiled at the speaker: “My name is Ka’lier, let your administrator come out.”
“Wh… what?! How could it be that Excellency!”
“Don’t you believe me?” Ka’lier seemed a bit troubled, and suddenly had an idea, walking to the electric current defense shield.
The moment he raised his hand, an old, anxious voice came from afar: “Little, Little Ancestor! Don’t touch…”
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and a white-haired, kind-faced old man appeared in their sight, reaching out in an attempt to stop Ka’lier from destroying the electric current defense shield.
Ka’lier smiled and withdrew his hand: “Old man, you’re here.”
The garrison members dropped their weapons with a “clatter” and immediately saluted: “Second City Lord!”
The Second City Lord nodded, passed through the defense shield gate, and waved for the garrison to retreat.
“Old man, didn’t you want to see my teacher?” Ka’lier seemed to be very familiar with the Second City Lord, able to sit and chat with him easily.
Song Ningwan didn’t say anything when he saw this scene. He only saw Ka’lier walk to his side and openly interlock fingers with him.
“This is Wan, my teacher, and also… my lover.” This introduction caused everyone present to change color.
Pulan was stunned. When she came back to her senses, she realized that her palms were marked with nail indentations, seeping with traces of blood.
The other party’s boastful words were exceptionally jarring in Song Ningwan’s ears. He didn’t like the word “lover,” so he shook off the hand holding him.
“You really are… Mr. Wan?” The Second City Lord’s expression changed from surprise to delight. Even though he was over sixty, he couldn’t suppress the joy in his heart, and immediately stepped forward to shake hands with his idol.
Ka’lier didn’t think there was anything wrong with his words, and stood between the two, “Don’t get close to Wan.”
“Little Ancestor! Don’t disturb my star-chasing! Mr. Wan is my idol!” Blocked from seeing Song Ningwan, the Second City Lord became anxious, wanting to bypass the obstacle to achieve zero-distance star-chasing.
“Ka’lier, move aside.”
At Song Ningwan’s command, the Second City Lord felt that an opportunity had come, and proactively detoured to shake hands with his idol.
“Mr. Wan… I admire your design works. Seeing you in person today, I have no regrets in this life.”
The idol that the Underground City’s Second City Lord admired was actually so young! This scene was too dramatic. Song Ningwan returned the handshake and released it. “I’ve heard of you, the Underground City’s Second City Lord.”
“To be remembered by Mr. Wan is my good fortune.” The Second City Lord became more and more excited, almost forgetting official business, wanting to chat with his idol about everything.
From self-designed mechs to the improvement of spiritual power, Song Ningwan patiently explained, without the slightest ambiguity.
This caused Ka’lier’s mentality to collapse as time passed, and he sneered, “Old man, aren’t you going to start the ultimate plan? Don’t waste time.”
“Oh! Right… Mr. Wan, come with me!” The Second City Lord suddenly woke up, only then noticing that there were others following behind Song Ningwan.
“Who are these two?”
“Friends.” Song Ningwan paused, “Please escort them back to the Underground City.”
“I see.” The Second City Lord didn’t ask anything, nodding and saying, “I’ll take care of this matter. There’s an urgent meeting now, please come with me.”
In order to block the wasteland pollution, humans set up electric current defense shields, within which humans can breathe filtered air.
But because of insufficient energy, it can only be maintained for a few days before it needs to be reset.
Why are there garrison troops on the wasteland?
Song Ningwan finally understood after asking the Second City Lord that humans had long planned to secretly migrate to the surface, but were unable to overcome the two major crises: wasteland virus infection and the invasion of contaminated mutant species.
Out of desperation, they could only start the God-making plan.
Let the gods lead the humans struggling in hardship towards an ideal utopia.
In fact, the main city area’s first attempt at God-making was to resurrect Ying · Somen, this SS-class Mechanical Engineer, who was also a renowned blood-soaked general. His biological father was General En · Somen, a family loyal to the empire, sacrificing their lives to eliminate alien beasts.
There were rumors that the first SSS-class chief scientist in history, Song Ningwan, was adopted by En · Somen as a child.
But after the adopted son killed his father and established his own portal, no one dared to mention this matter amid the boundless scenery.
Ying knew the truth and acted righteously, sending Song Ningwan to prison before returning to the battlefield. Dying in battle was the general’s mission, the family’s glory, and the father’s pride.
Ten thousand years later, Ying was resurrected. However, he was unwilling, even resisting, wanting to commit suicide.
Finally, he was successfully persuaded by Ka’lier using a provocative method, and did not choose death.
The God-making plan was forcibly terminated.
Now, the second God-making is started, successfully resurrecting Song Ningwan and restoring his spiritual power.
All the suffering is to train the gods.
By the time Song Ningwan knew the cause and effect, the Second City Lord had already brought him to a research lab.
It was brightly lit inside, and a giant display screen stood in the center.
Song Ningwan was puzzled: “What is this?”
“A meeting of the four districts, Wan, you’ll know in a moment.” Ka’lier walked over, grabbed Song Ningwan’s hand and walked a few steps away, out of the monitoring range.
The Second City Lord opened the display screen, black and white light spots flashing on the screen, which then divided into four major sections.
On the screen, a familiar face appeared first in the upper left section, golden hair and black eyes, leaning back on the sofa, looking down on everything, the background a deep red living room.
The representative figure of the Trash District – Alan Jane, with S as his totem, sparkling with gold.
“City Lord.”
“Little Family Head Alan, how have you been?” The Second City Lord exchanged polite greetings, his eyes kind, showing no disrespect because Alan was young.
Song Ningwan’s first feeling was that Alan Jane had changed, no longer so weak, needing his father’s protection.
It was as if he used indifference to erect armor, from now on having no weakness, soon to be indestructible.
Because he was out of the monitoring range, Alan’s perspective could not see Song Ningwan.
“City Lord, have you found him?” Alan was dressed in a suit, his eyes lowered, concealing all emotions, as if only at this time would he remove his disguise, revealing disappointment.
The Second City Lord expressed regret: “Little Family Head, your father is not in the main city area, I am unable to help you.”
“Is that so? Then where did he go?” Alan murmured in a low voice, falling into self-doubt and remorse.
Suddenly, a majestic female voice interrupted the silence: “Second City Lord, what do you want to do by initiating a four-district meeting?”
Song Ningwan saw that the originally pitch-black upper right section was replaced by gold, a woman in imperial robes appearing on a throne with dragon and phoenix patterns, her phoenix eyes beautiful and unparalleled.
The Empress representing the Poluo District.
The Second City Lord greeted: “Empress of the Poluo District, how have you been lately?”
The Empress supported her forehead, her eyebrows filled with fatigue: “The lost princess has been found, and the coronation ceremony is being prepared.”
The Second City Lord was stunned for a moment, “Still young, no hurry, no hurry.”
“Alright, Second City Lord, get straight to the point. Presumably the Gemini City would not be willing to participate in political affairs.” The Empress said bluntly.
“Okay, then I won’t beat around the bush. The main city area plans to restart the God-making plan, leading humans to migrate to the wasteland, planting trees and creating forests.” After the Second City Lord explained the cause and effect, everyone’s expressions were solemn, the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.
“I disagree.” Alan was the first to speak, his father not found, he wouldn’t allow anyone to leave the Underground City.
The Empress frowned, silent for a long while before saying: “All decisions will be left to the next Empress to choose, I will not interfere.”
Having received opposition from two districts, the Gemini City not even attending, was the plan going to be terminated?
The Second City Lord expected this, directly bringing out the SS-class Mechanical Engineer: “Even with Ka’lier sitting in command, you won’t consider it? After all, the surface is humanity’s home, sunlight and air can nurture life.”
Still opposition, the meeting directly collapsing.
After all, that was the Jane family’s faith, Alan’s god was never Ka’lier.
The Empress was getting old, now abdicating to the princess who had been wandering outside for many years, she would not participate in any decision.
Even if a road has no end, even if there are no companions by your side, the main city area will forge ahead, not afraid of wind and rain, thunder and lightning, “The main city area will independently restart the God-making plan.” The Second City Lord was stubborn, he believed that human freedom was paramount.
The Empress hit the sore spot: “Second City Lord, you know, the main city area cannot represent the Underground City. People are the most complex creatures, you cannot make decisions for them.”
“But I just happen to be that prodigious talent, with the ability to decide for everyone. The research institute must listen to me, the main city area must listen to me, since that’s the case, everyone in the Underground City must listen to me.” The Second City Lord didn’t give up, even being unhumble.
The meeting ended.
“Doesn’t know what’s good for him.” Ka’lier gave a brief evaluation, “Old man, let them all die in the Underground City.”
Song Ningwan frowned: “Ka’lier.”
The Second City Lord turned to look over, with an apologetic expression, “Mr. Wan, it’s impossible to change the deeply rooted ideas of humans, so one can only integrate. Why not choose violence? Because it would be like Upper River, overthrown by the people. If you can become the faith of others, it will reduce a lot of opposing voices, and uniting will also be simpler.”
“So, you want to enshrine me as a god?” Song Ningwan asked.
“Yes.” The Second City Lord gave a wry smile, nodding: “Only Mr. Wan, this kind of extraordinary person can be a god.”
Song Ningwan nodded, not refusing: “I understand, what do I need to do?”
“I will hold a welcoming ceremony in the main city area of the Underground City, widely inviting the four districts. Leave everything to me then, Mr. Wan only needs to show his face.” The Second City Lord roughly explained the distribution of the Underground City, the distribution of relationships, etc. to Song Ningwan.
In the end, the three decided that the welcoming ceremony would be held in three days.
The sky was dim. Saying goodbye to the Second City Lord, Song Ningwan left the research lab directly without saying hello, only to be stopped by Ka’lier as soon as he came out.
“Wan, what’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you paying attention to me?”
Song Ningwan didn’t turn his head, walking towards the encampment tents.
“You’re very strange today.” Ka’lier kept pestering him, acting cute and well-behaved, until Song Ningwan was willing to stop.
Song Ningwan’s eyes were very deep, with no emotion visible in them.
This left Ka’lier at a loss, even a bit annoyed: “Wan… I get very annoyed when you don’t speak, although you are my lover, but…”
“Get lost.” Song Ningwan pushed away the person in front of him with a cold expression, leaving Ka’lier alone in confusion.