My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 711 - 623: Will Follow, for a Lifetime!

The crowd, who had been fighting earlier, stopped, and no one made the first move.

Angelina held her forehead, laughing loudly.

"It’s really amusing, watching you all being toyed around like that by that guy."

"Angelina." Bai Youyou looked towards the silver-haired girl.

"It seems there’s nothing here for me to do?"

"Then I’ll be on my way."

Ahead of the others from Assassin’s Creed, Angelina kicked up a spear, leapt forward, and disappeared into the night.

"Let’s go." Lu Shuhang swiftly teleported next to the Four-leaf Phoenix Tree.

A humming sound of clockwork delay echoed, the figures of the five from Assassin’s Creed elongated infinitely, and in the next moment, they vanished as golden lightning.

...

Mu Yaoyin South District.

In the school auditorium, the beautifully carved columns rose from the ground, disappearing into the darkness at the top, with pale moonlight shining through the cracks in the ceiling down to the broken ring-shaped gallery below. The black and red carpet stretched from the central podium to the door.

The collapsed columns blocked the back passage of the auditorium. Behind the passage was the college’s exhibition corridor, draped with red cloths, and paintings with golden frames lay shattered on the floor.

It looked as if this place had recently undergone a terrible bombardment, with bodies everywhere. A priest in black and purple robes was pierced through on the podium, twitching slightly, half his head missing, and the red light in his eyes flickered briefly before going out.

As the auditorium door was gently pushed open, a figure slowly peeked in, the man surveyed the auditorium’s interior from top to bottom and confirmed there were no survivors before kicking aside the corpse of a ceremonial staff member and walking in.

He had been assigned to clear the battlefield in the eastern district. The battle here had ended in the afternoon, but Firefly’s people had launched another air raid not long ago, and before the explosion, there were still many teachers and students taking shelter here.

The man quite enjoyed the job of clearing the battlefield; even if delving into the battleground meant danger, it also meant opportunity. Sickly sweet canned fruit, unpalatable nutritional paste, and deadly dry compressed biscuits - sometimes he would find valuable items, like a precious watch; those damned rich people, losing a tooth would be worth savoring for years.

The man adeptly began searching the bodies on the ground, rifling through pockets when possible. When clothing and skin stuck together, he’d frown and pry them apart, never missing a chance.

Initially, the man was excited, but after searching for half the day and finding only a few pieces of gum, he lost interest, venting his frustrations on his fallen comrades. Those charcoal-like bodies would crumble into pieces with a light kick and scatter across the ground.

The dejected man squatted, took a selfie with a camera, captioned it with—’Mourning for those who are gone,’ and posted it to his social media.

He bet that his sorrowful face was flawlessly authentic.

Having done all this, the bored man lay on a long bench in the auditorium, blowing gum while launching a hornet drone, controlling it to buzz around the auditorium like a headless fly.

’Clang’ went the drone as it slammed into a column and exploded, the mighty blast causing a column to collapse and the resulting commotion panicked the man.

Moments later, the man returned to his usual demeanor, high-fiving a charred soldier on the seat next to him. Seeing the half-broken, charcoal-like arm fall to the ground, he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Suddenly a glimmering ring caught his attention, and the man stopped, crouching down halfway to see the tightly gripped ring in the soldier’s fingers.

He glanced at the slowly burning, plastic-edged photo on the ground, which depicted another young woman, instantly guessing her relationship with the soldier.

Nonchalantly, he whistled, reaching out to pry the ring from the soldier’s grasp. He’d done this sort of thing often, and it had long become routine.

Not just rings; he’d take any envelope addressed to a soldier’s family if it had money inside.

After several attempts, the man found the soldier’s grip to be too tight; he couldn’t pry the fingers open, though the ring was just within reach it stayed just out of hand.

Frustrated, he considered stepping on it, but then a playful smile spread across his face as he leaned in towards the dead soldier’s ear.

"Dear, is this ring for me?"

The dead soldier’s hand slowly loosened; the man brushed against the soldier’s lips, raised his eyebrows, and playfully bit his lip.

"Baby, I really like the gift you gave me, but we can’t be together."

"Because you’re dead, it’s really a pity."

The man, gleefully observing the ring, did not notice the priest on the podium behind him had awakened at some point, making creaking noises.

Covered in black and purple robes that shook off dust, the priest slowly pulled out the sword from his chest. He had not fallen over, maintaining a kneeling posture, gripping the blade with his left hand and the hilt with his right. At the last moment, the priest had ended his own life with this sword.

With his flesh and blood as scabbard, the auditorium sword’s blade was drawn bit by bit, the priest’s blood flowed against the grain into the hilt and dripped onto the ruby embedded in the guard.

Immersed in his newfound joy, the soldier paid no heed to the noise behind him; the priest quietly stood behind him, the dim eyes reflecting the soldier’s figure, the red light gradually brightening.

Finally, the soldier noticed the fleeting red light on the ring. Startled, he looked back, and the priest’s battered figure came into view just as the beautifully engraved auditorium sword pierced through his mouth.

The soldier fell to the ground, pupils dilating rapidly, and the ring rolled under the red carpet, disappearing. The priest holding the auditorium sword stood still, his head twitching unnaturally, joints making louder and louder "creaks" until, at a certain moment, they ceased trembling.

"Black box..." murmured the ’priest,’ slowly raising his head as he walked towards the auditorium door.

"Find the black box..."

"Eliminate any... possible obstructions."

...

After entering the campus, the environment grew increasingly chaotic, with scattered garlands from the celebration, and the raven-colored classroom buildings appeared stark in the cold light.

Wearing a black suit, Chen Chou carried a briefcase and walked forward; upon reaching the designated location, he halted, gazing at the time on his wristwatch, his brow furrowing slightly.

Gale-force winds roared behind him as several armed helicopters soared overhead, the generated turbulence tossing his coat up and down.

Chen Chou surveyed his surroundings, looking at the deserted celebration square, a hint of caution rising within him.

Though he wasn’t entirely sure how the blond girl, whom he had seen playing pinball in the Prisis casino not too long ago, had suddenly become the leader of the Revolutionary Army, she had fulfilled her promise.

From the moment Xu Xiaoyou reached out, pulling him from the dark, sunless slums and bestowing him with dignity, Chen Chou had made a silent vow.

He would follow this girl for the rest of his life.