lerbook Chapter 1495 Interlude: Waiting for the Question to Be Answered (Part 1)
Chapter 1495 Interlude: Waiting for the Question to Be Answered (Part 1)
Chapter 1495 Interlude: Waiting for the Question to Be Answered (Part 1)
At the tower's summit, where the night was as black as ink, stood a regal and powerfully beautiful woman.
Her long, light-gold hair flew across her mixed-race features. In the boundless darkness, only her white and gold gown stood out, highlighting her tall and slender figure. The lights of the thousands of homes behind her paled in comparison.
The moment Fang Ran saw Ling appear there, a look of surprise flashed in his dark eyes:
"Ling, what's wrong?"
But ignoring his surprise, Ling, who had appeared out of nowhere as if she had witnessed everything he had done, calmly gazed at the night sky atop the tower.
"In pursuit of profits, that company repeatedly cut corners in construction, and there were also numerous loopholes in its accounts and management that led to embezzlement,"
Even if you intervene this time, you're only delaying the next similar incident.
Looking at her figure in the night sky atop the tower, Fang Ran was slightly taken aback upon hearing these words.
Then he withdrew his gaze, looked back at the capital city under the night sky, and let out a soft breath. He smiled gently as the night breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead:
"Ok, I know."
They arrived long ago, but didn't make a move until the very last moment.
There were no casualties, and it wasn't a matter of life and death that required his intervention; he could have easily ignored it.
So Fang Ran was also wondering if it would be better to stay out of it, if he should let reality correct itself, or if his intervention might actually allow some people to escape unscathed, leading to an even more serious accident like that car chase incident.
The activity of participants will have an impact on reality.
But upon seeing that person kneel on the ground, he ultimately chose to intervene.
After a smile, Fang Ran, remembering the question about 'Helen and George' again, spoke softly, his expression quiet and lost in thought.
The next second, his raised dark eyes were illuminated by the thousands of lights of the capital city.
"I was just thinking, at least this way."
"Many people are able to get their wages and go home for the Chinese New Year."
His voice faded into the night sky. Hearing him say that stirred a chord within Ling, who then looked up at the young man from the distant lights.
He sat atop the tower in the wind, his hair flying wildly in the night sky, his right eye burning with intense gold, and runes of dark, solemn night magic swirling around him, his long, flowing robes billowing and burning.
His appearance was completely different from that during the day; compared to that ordinary, naive young man who was always a little nervous in front of himself,
At this moment, gazing calmly into the distance, he seemed like a completely different person.
He reveals a side suited for night combat, possessing the strength of a top-tier A-rank, doing things differently than during the day; perhaps this is his true nature.
But Ling knew that A-level leaders wouldn't care about such trivial matters.
Let alone A-level promotions, most participants wouldn't even care.
At the top of the tower, where the night wind chased its rays, a mature woman looked at the young man who was a stranger to her, pondering why he had made his move. Her clear voice rang out:
"Is this why you went to such lengths in North America, even at the risk of facing the First Pillar, to stop the Society's plans?"
When she heard her ask that, Fang Ran snapped out of her daze and gave her an embarrassed smile.
"Ling, you knew all along? So you were eventually exposed."
Her long, light blonde hair flowed freely, and her exquisite, mixed-race features stood out coolly in the night. At that moment, Ling's eyes narrowed, and her voice rose slightly.
“Even if I am interested in the Society’s plans, I would not send someone to investigate, much less make him stop the Society’s conspiracy at all costs.”
She had already seen through his lie when she overheard it during the day, but after returning to the base that night, taking the time to investigate, and hearing Trinity repeat herself,
Ling then realized what this seemingly ordinary young man had actually accomplished.
In the final two hours before the society's success, a real-world night battle involving over a thousand people unfolds. A counterattack is planned, factions are established, and a single individual unfolds the Star Orbit Chessboard.
Finally, facing the ultimate power of the first pillar, at the moment when everything seemed settled, it plunged from space to turn the tide.
Even Ling, the strongest among technologists, couldn't guarantee a safe retreat from the ultimate domination. Yet, after only half a year of awakening, she dared to risk her life to fight against the pinnacle of night battles.
Most importantly, it was as if tonight had nothing to do with him; he could have easily avoided taking the risk. But now, realizing he hadn't fooled him at all, Fang Ran chuckled sheepishly, scratching his cheek. Then, recalling Ling's earlier question, he calmly explained in the night:
"Actually, I didn't intend to do that at first. Initially, I was just pursuing a wish I had just rediscovered, holding onto my childhood aspirations for the extraordinary, and my anticipation of going to the outside world of Night Battle."
"I'm thinking of trying to investigate the truth behind the previous European Divine Descent Project."
He finds it difficult to speak to strangers and even to his companions, but for some reason, he can easily open up to the queen, whom he was previously unfamiliar with.
The night wind soars freely into the sky, reminding me of the feelings I had when I sat here before heading to North America.
Fang Ran, with her black hair disheveled and her bright golden eyes fixed intently on the distant bustling city.
"But when I became the CEO of the conglomerate and handled matters I didn't understand, such as healthcare and energy,"
"I gradually learned a lot of things I didn't know before,"
"I saw the limitations caused by insufficient development in reality, the activity brought about by the night battle through the black market and taverns, and the people affected by it."
The tension and awkwardness of the daytime were gone, replaced by the calm and composure of a participant, as if facing an unfamiliar A-level superior on an equal footing.
The former queen looked at the youthful man, now past his prime, in the night breeze, and spoke softly and quietly through her pale gold eyes:
"Like that critically ill little girl, and the man you saved?"
Fang Ran wasn't surprised that Ling knew this; he simply smiled at her.
"Yes."
Then, the next second, he turned back and continued gazing at the sea of lights in the distance, as if talking to himself:
"So that night I was thinking, if the society's plan succeeds, if the conspiracy to manipulate the stock market through amplification fields and psychological manipulation succeeds, what will happen if the $650 billion avalanche occurs?"
"In reality, how many people like them lose everything?"
This brings back memories, like being transported back to that night. The dazzling New York cityscape flashes before my eyes as I recall the immense pressure I felt at the time, and the desperate situation where crises piled up as the deadline loomed.
The night breeze was gentle, and Fang Ran, with his dark eyes lowered and his hair still neat, spoke softly:
"Actually, I did think about giving up, after all, all sorts of things were happening at once, and the situation couldn't get any worse, but at that moment I suddenly thought of something,"
"If I give up, who will save them?"
The moment he finished speaking, he looked up at the night sky, his pupils gleaming with a golden light that seemed like blazing flames.
The burning hem of his robe fluttered in the night wind, swaying his calm and resolute profile. Rune light rose around him, as if silently echoing his determination.
"My desire tells me I want to save them."
Lacking any passionate fervor, this sentence dissipated softly in the wind.
An adult figure stood silently atop the tower, light golden hair brushing against Ling's delicate profile. She gazed at the young man before her, as if seeing his face clearly for the first time.
Black hair, very young, a participant, dazzling and eye-catching.
She asked him many questions during the day, but it seemed that only at this moment did Ling truly understand this person who was so important to her future.
Throughout her long life, under the name of the Night Angel, she had seen countless participants and more than one A-rank cultivator, among whom were naturally many upright and selfless individuals.
But even among them, the young man before me was one of the purest.
Justice, kindness, or perhaps it's the naivety that hasn't faded with time since the awakening?
Even having witnessed the extravagance of the upper echelons of society, they would rather shoulder enormous responsibilities unrelated to them, desperately reaching out to pull back the innocent people at the bottom of society.
Despite possessing immense power that countless participants dream of from the very beginning, they hesitated and made a move for a worker's wages.
If that's the case, it's understandable that he would choose to save himself.
The stillness of the night air permeated the tower's summit, while the distant lights of the capital city floated in the boundless darkness. Pale golden eyes gazed upon the figure seated beside them, their robes billowing in the flames.
Ling, from the past, spoke softly, but her voice, though she herself didn't realize, had become gentler.
“You deliberately didn’t tell me about the Arctic during the day.”
Bgmref:rain (After the Rain is the kind of anime I haven't watched but really like, but the thought of the ending being so sad makes me not want to watch it anymore). I originally wrote down a lot of thoughts, but suddenly felt like they weren't necessary and deleted them all. It just felt like putting two difficult characters to write about together was really too hard.