HISO Chapter 56

Chapter 56: The Savior of the Future

Chapter 56: The Savior of the Future

How did he know his name?

Yu An stood rooted to the spot, and after a long while, he walked in and asked, “Hello, Senior, have we met somewhere before?”

Could it be that this Old Doctor Xu knew the original host?

Just as he frowned in thought, slightly uneasy, he heard a burst of hearty laughter.

“No, child, you’ve misunderstood. We haven’t met, but—” The old man paused, and said with an aged smile, “I have seen you in the future of this world.”

System 089’s CPU nearly short-circuited upon hearing this, and it hurriedly checked the data, exclaiming in surprise: [Host, the ability that this Old Doctor awakened is—]

“Calculating the fate of humanity.” Old Doctor Xu slowly spoke these words.

Yu An was completely dumbfounded.

Combining this with the robot Gu Gu’s address for him earlier, an unbelievable idea welled up in his heart.

“Are you saying that you calculated that I can save this world, that I am the future savior of humanity?” Yu An himself found it absurd, and he took several steps back, saying, “You must be mistaken.”

According to the plot and the common sense of transmigration novels, the one who can save the world must be the protagonist.

The protagonist of this world is a top Alpha named Zong, currently in the Main City. He is also second only to Xie Jinsheng in terms of combat power.

Although Yu An had a good attitude, it didn’t mean he lacked self-awareness.

He had gotten a small cannon fodder Omega role with zero combat power and no special abilities, weak and utterly helpless.

If it weren’t for Xie Jinsheng by his side,

he would have died countless times already.

Of course, most importantly, he didn’t belong to this world.

The most taboo thing for transmigrator hosts is to invest too much of their own emotions into the world during the mission.

As time-space transmigrators, they knew most of the plot settings from the beginning, but they rarely managed to change the trajectory of the wheels of fate.

This made them understand even more that a person’s ability is ultimately limited.

They could only be passersby, trying to complete their missions and then leave. As for all the joys, sorrows, and everything in between, they would eventually be worn away in the long life, leaving little behind.

The Transmigration Bureau taught them to be ruthless and sever all ties in countless mortal worlds.

Yu An was no exception.

Moreover, the scripts he had gotten in the past were all vicious small cannon fodder roles that were “stupid but genuinely beautiful.”

His colleagues often labeled him as having a pretty face that drove people crazy.

In the hundred-plus years since he had been bound to 089, he hadn’t had much ambition. His only wish was to work hard and then sleep with a man who was both Alpha and powerful.

When he got tired of working, he would find a suitable world to retire with 089, and also be curious about how two systems would fall in love and kiss.

Leisurely and carefree.

These things had already been planned when he was reborn as a transmigrator host after his death. It was also the destination and fate of all hosts and systems.

But why did he feel a little sad in his heart?

It seemed to be constantly reminding him that people were not plants, how could they be so cold-hearted?

The old senior still wanted to say something, but he kept coughing.

Yu An gathered his scattered thoughts and went over to pour a glass of water for the senior.

The other party seemed to want to wave him off, but after a moment, he sighed helplessly.

Yu An was a little puzzled, but the next second, he froze.

Because—

As he handed the teacup over, he discovered that the cup passed right through Old Doctor Xu’s hand.

“You…” Yu An’s eyelashes trembled a few times, and suddenly he understood something.

“As you can see, little Yu An, I’m already dead.” The senior coughed up blood, staining his white beard red, but the bloodstains wouldn’t fall to the floor no matter what, “The one standing before you now is just a virtual image created by uploading my consciousness into AI and replicating my neurons and memories after I was poisoned.”

Poisoned?

How could Old Doctor Xu be poisoned?

Moreover,

he had brushed up on his doomsday knowledge in the Ruined City. Abilities like the old senior’s, which could see into the future, could only be awakened under extreme emotional stress or when facing imminent death.

So what exactly happened on the way back to the city back then?

That made the senior willing to stay in this secluded place rather than contact the Main City.

As if seeing his confusion, Old Doctor Xu smiled gently, “My life is already short, little Yu An, would you be willing to listen to my story?”

Yu An’s eyes were tinged with a bit of moisture as he said, “Please tell me.”

In his eyes, Senior Xu was the last person in this world who could save humanity.

“That was seventy years ago.” Old Doctor Xu’s thoughts drifted far away, as if he was seeing his younger self again.

“I remember that year, I was only twenty years old. The Main City gathered a hundred researchers from around the world for the Tinder Project team, which also caused a sensation in the academic world. I was honored to become one of them, following my mentor to the origin of the infections—the Abyss Canyon.”

Even more fortunately, they made a discovery as soon as they arrived.

“There, we found traces of the Alost people.”

“They are…” Yu An suddenly remembered the information outside, connecting the dots in his mind.

“Aliens from a higher civilization, they are powerful and cruel, possessing inhuman forms. In order to plunder Earth’s resources, they released the infections.”

What?!

Yu An stood rooted to the spot, and when he heard the words “inhuman forms,” the figure of Xie Jinsheng inexplicably appeared in his mind. After a long while, he calmed down and asked, “Then why don’t the base and the Main City know about these things?”

Even now, ordinary people still believe that the infections are a natural disaster, not a man-made one.

“They know, but after the data was transmitted back, this conclusion was denied by the higher-ups, who even maliciously speculated about our intentions. It wasn’t until much later that I understood that some of them had probably already betrayed humanity.”

Old Doctor Xu’s expression was still pained as he said this.

Or perhaps, the Alost people had long infiltrated the military.

Therefore, the truth was destined to be buried and never see the light of day.

And those who knew the truth were brutally murdered.

Fifty years ago, the team leader decided to take them back to the Main City, bringing back the latest discovered photos of the Alost people—half a wrist tentacle—and a box containing a key.

“I still remember that it snowed heavily that night.”

He and his boyfriend were having dinner nearby, listening to the other researchers lamenting the passage of time, saying that they could finally go home after twenty years and see how much their children had grown.

They thought they would return home safely, but what awaited them was the Alost’s massacre.

Countless infections came out of the mountains, engulfing their research site.

At that time, he was the youngest, and the team leader told him to take the key and leave.

“The mountain was covered in snow, and I ran and ran, using all my strength, but it was like a nightmare, I couldn’t run out no matter what.”

Watching his former friends and mentors die before his eyes, covered in blood, he didn’t even know whose it was.

Originally, he wouldn’t have survived either, but everyone protected him with their lives and abilities.

“That night, I crawled out of the sea of blood and discovered that I had awakened the ability to predict the future, and that I had been poisoned.”

The Alost people were afraid that there would be survivors, so they also released poison.

He had luckily escaped everything, but he wouldn’t live long either. So, harboring hatred, he used the last ten years or so to continue his long research.

He created many robots and a mechanical eagle, and through years of research, he understood the plans and habits of the Alost people.

But in the end, fate dealt him another heavy blow.

The probability of success for his prediction ability was only 1%.

This meant that he had to predict at least four hundred times to have a chance of approaching 99% probability of success.

And his life was only enough to predict twice, which was simply impossible for the unlucky Old Doctor Xu.

“But in the end, your luck was very good.” Yu An said.

Although it still needed to be verified, there was ultimately a result.

“No, only I know how bad my luck has been since I was little. Even being the only survivor was exchanged for the deaths of others.”

Old Doctor Xu’s eyes were filled with even more intense sorrow, and he slowly closed them for a moment, saying, “I’m just a little curious, is it possible that in an unknown past, I have already predicted hundreds of times?”

Is it possible that someone has been working hard in an unknown place to redeem this era?

Therefore, countless failed predictions have led to the inevitable success of this moment.