AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 736 - 339 Balancing Saint Old Mo_2

Chapter 736: Chapter 339 Balancing Saint Old Mo_2

"Damn..." Lin Yi’s face darkened, "They’ve all become Zealots, and they’re still clinging to these ’old traditions’?"

"Society is complex, as are the Zealots." Old Mo said. "Take that one over there, with a face covered in dirt, looks like they haven’t accomplished their ’achievement’."

Old Mo was referring to that eerie art teacher.

That eerie art teacher had been gloomily staring at Lin Yi, pondering over some wicked plan in her mind, but when she heard Old Mo’s words, she shuddered and suddenly blushed: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Old Mo spread his hands, pointing at the eerie art teacher while giving Lin Yi a sideways glance, with an expression that could be an emoji package: "See, she gets agitated as soon as I probe..."

Lin Yi pursed his lips and suddenly felt that Old Mo was a bit... annoying.

Maybe Mu Daxian was influenced too much by Old Mo, which is why he could get used to Maozi, who’s equally annoying...

However, compared to Mao Feiyang’s punchable annoyance, Old Mo was inherently indifferent and would spit out mean words suddenly, catching others off guard.

The eerie art teacher gritted her teeth: "I came here of my own free will."

"An explanation is a cover-up." Old Mo said indifferently, disregarding the somewhat warmed and blushed art teacher, turned his gaze to Lin Yi, and asked, "What time is it?"

Lin Yi quickly glanced at his watch: "21:33."

Old Mo nodded slightly: "Not bad... if we handle things quickly here, we should be able to reach the Art Building by 23:00..."

Upon hearing this, the eerie art teacher sneered: "So you’re planning to take this route to the Art Building... I’d advise you to give up that idea. The Art Building is already surrounded by the Sneering Angel, and with the Grey Mist flooding in this time, perhaps even the Night Watchman won’t be spared from the calamity."

"Going there would be like moths to the flame."

The words of the eerie art teacher clenched Lin Yi’s heart tightly.

"The Art Building... to suffer such a catastrophe?!"

When Old Mo heard this, his expression didn’t change much, but he still relentlessly mocked: "If we were to return just like that, wouldn’t it seem like I came all this way just to give you guys an even break? How much face do you think you have?"

"You!" The art teacher was infuriated, "I don’t want you to die in vain."

Old Mo sneered: "Sounds nice, but if we die over there, sooner or later we’ll become one of you. Stop pretending to warn us."

The eerie art teacher said, "I’m not a fan of making hollow remarks. Don’t you understand yet? Only those who accept Bu Ze are the ones who truly undergo the Glorious Evolution. Those Pseudo-Humans who die and later regain their sentience, what right do they have to stand with us?"

"Oh, you’re not Pseudo-Humans?" Lin Yi couldn’t help but interject.

"Tch." The eerie art teacher scoffed, "What are Pseudo-Humans? They’re merely close to us but not us. We are the ’New Humans’ that were born after undergoing the Glorious Evolution as living beings."

"Bullshit ’New Humans’." Old Mo cut her off, "Those ’Angel Envoys’ have gone astray, yet you chase after them relentlessly... The outcome of the Black Moon Outpost is before us, it’s you who refuse to accept it and delude yourselves into forging a new path."

"Evolution of life is a grand gamble to seek that slim chance of success amidst countless failures... They are Pioneers, and we too shall follow their ideals."

"But this World is already riddled with gaping wounds; this campus cannot withstand a second Doomsday."

"Once the repercussions spread out, the entire alliance will be affected."

The eerie art teacher said, "If that day comes, then it would be a necessary sacrifice."

"This is a meaningless sacrifice," Old Mo negated, "The real pioneers are those who stabilize the school district. The overall framework and the initial approaches have already been established. All we need to do is to explore step by step, and we can stabilize the school district to the greatest extent..."

"Nonsense!" the eerie art female teacher slammed her hand down, making her cloak rustle, "I’ve seen their plans, they want to excavate the last batch of ’Crystal Cores’, and then plunge the school district into an irredeemable abyss!"

"If you cannot protect this area, then we Zealots will resort to our own methods!"

"The laws of the world never entail the minority obeying the majority! It is the extremely few who possess ultimate power that hold the decisive authority!"

"When relative rules can no longer maintain enough balance, absolute power must be exerted for necessary checks and balances."

Old Mo looked at the eerie art female teacher, slowly narrowing his eyes: "Factional struggle is not simple."

"What does this have to do with us?" the eerie art female teacher scoffed, "Do not forget, you are also such a creature! If you weren’t special enough, do you think they would let you stay in the school district?"

Old Mo’s eyelids slightly dropped: "The school district and the officials... simply have a cooperative relationship."

"Do you believe that yourself?" the eerie art female teacher said, "If things were that simple, why did so many of the contributing builders become Zealots? Because they saw through it all, they also believe, in such a world, only through Glorious Evolution, becoming Transcendent beings, can one truly... survive!"

"Black Chef! The sun has already fallen!"

"How long will you continue to be foolish before you are willing to recognize reality?"

"The night is boundless, the remaining light is mere struggle!"

Old Mo sighed: "It’s not... that time yet, the fire has not been extinguished, everything is still possible."

"Inexcusably foolish," the eerie art female teacher said.

Old Mo shook his head: "What foolishness? They are so smart, don’t they understand probabilities? But looking back at the history of human civilization, isn’t it about finding that only glimmer of light under seemingly inevitable dead ends and perilous situations?"

"You have seen ’Angel Envoys’ fail, yet you gamble all the same?"

"We can, and you can, but from a probabilistic viewpoint... humanity has not yet been utterly defeated, hope is still greater than yours."

The eerie art female teacher clenched her teeth, the muscles in her cheeks twitching.

Just as she was about to say something more, the Fanatic Leader returned with his people.

"It’s here, it’s here!"

Seeing the hope that bad accounts would finally be settled, the Fanatic Leader’s eyes curved with joy, but such an expression on his face seemed somewhat spooky, like a puppet wearing a fake smile mask, stiff and chilling.

"Look here!" The Fanatic Leader seemed to be holding a ledger-like notebook, utterly professional looking. While saying so, he planned to show it to Old Mo.

Old Mo waved his hand: "I won’t bother with your bird script; just make sure it’s counted properly, I’m in a hurry, just tell me how much needs to be taken care of."

"Heh heh heh... alright, alright," given that he was asking for a favor, the Fanatic Leader’s face was full of sycophancy, and he placed his hand on a large plaster mass in front of him said, "Here, you see."

I don’t know what he did, but soon, a deep breath rose from under the Desolate Land.

An invisible fluctuation seemed to imprint itself beneath the earth’s veins, slowly rippling, making the pebbles on the ground tremble and roll.

Lin Yi’s complexion suddenly changed: "Not good, Old Mo! Has he activated this Matrix?!"