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Chapter 600: The Prosthetic Eye Has No Tears (Massive - for Monthly Votes)
Chapter 600: Chapter 600: The Prosthetic Eye Has No Tears (Massive Chapter for Monthly Votes)
Scattered cement bricks and shards of glass littered the courtyard under the night sky.
Bang—
Brown hard-soled leather boots stepped among the broken glass, the silent night breeze carrying away the warmth of the leather jacket.
The cold wind brushed past the woman’s burgundy short hair as she lifted her head to gaze upon the stone-strewn ruins before her, the burgundy hues of her eyes sparkling with a ring of light.
The stars were hidden, and the bright moon shone upon these ruins.
In the past, from this angle, one could not see the sky, only the majestic buildings, tall as giants, blocking out the sun and sky.
The skyscrapers that once pierced the clouds had now vanished, leaving only a few dilapidated stories of the foundation to bear witness to their former splendor.
It was as if, in the blink of an eye, these majestic buildings had been erased from the thin paper like with an eraser, effortlessly wiped away.
The woman looked down at her hand, a bloodstained, distorted silver pendant lying quietly in her palm.
The pendant seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, its entire structure was deformed and twisted, but thanks to its tough material, it hadn’t shattered completely – its once movable parts were now bent and coiled together, no longer easily opened.
This was something she found not far from the entrance.
After a quick calculation, she realized it might be an object thrown from the rooftop before the building’s destruction.
As the woman moved, the pitch-black bracelet seemed to sense something and slowly illuminated, displaying a dialing interface with a series of red, unanswered calls.
The earliest call was made at 00:10, all directed to the same contact, ’Jess’.
"Have you found Jess?"
A soft inquiry came from behind her.
"No,"
Heish turned her head back to look at the man approaching, a man she recognized, Agent Hoon from the Vitland Federal Bureau of Investigation, one of the few believers within the bureau.
She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and managed a smile, "Although the last email he sent me said he was coming here, with his skills, he might have escaped when the incident occurred."
"Perhaps,"
Hoon looked at her eyes twinkling with light, glanced at the silver pendant in her hand, and after a moment’s pause, turned to look at the FBI agents cordoning off the area and said in a low voice,
"I’ve reported your identity as the family of the staff. According to the regulations of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, all Transcendent items found at the scene should belong to the bureau, but if family members find the belongings of a deceased relative before the FBI does, they usually won’t be reclaimed."
He paused, "I can’t buy you much time."
With that, he turned and walked over to the FBI agents behind him, waving his hand.
Heish lowered her head and looked at the pendant in her hand again.
Gently, she began to pry apart the twisted pendant, revealing two crumpled photos within.
It was the first time she had opened the pendant and seen the photographs. Although she had felt prepared, at the sight of them, her breathing still halted for a moment.
Once again, she took a deep breath and closed the pendant.
Her steps continued forward, approaching the remains of the structure that preserved only a few layers near the ground.
Her burgundy eyes swept the ground, noticing a slender thread reflecting a faint glow, garnering her attention.
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[Heish:
I’m sorry to trouble you to personally retrieve your metal wire. I have already attached the address in the attachment. To avoid the Federal Bureau of Investigation getting ahead of you, by the time you receive this email, an alarm email should have also been sent to Agent Hoon’s mailbox, who will help you.
The material of your metal wire is very good, so it should survive the ultimate destruction, but you will likely need to fashion a new mechanical bracelet. The money for making the bracelet has already been transferred to your cryptocurrency account in advance, so please check it promptly.
I know you must have a lot of questions in your mind, but in fact, there isn’t much that is worth being puzzled about.
If my final guess is not wrong, all the information concerning the Welme Medical Consortium, the Mysterious Person, and the Shadow hidden under the night of Vitland, will be sent to your mailbox simultaneously as attachments.
All my assets have already been donated to my private charity foundation, and I have transferred the management rights of this foundation to you. The verification key has also been sent along with this email. If you have the time, you can go and handle the transfer procedures.
I’m sorry to entrust such troublesome matters to you, but I think that entrusting them to you is the best choice.
The foundation has a remaining cash balance of 5.27 million federal coins, as well as some real estate including two properties belonging to my parents and myself, with a total value of about 9 million. This sum of money is not much compared to the charity foundations of large consortia, but it is all the money of my family had.
Of course, most of this money comes from the Mysterious Person and the compensation offered to my father and me by the Welme Medical Consortium.
I hope this money can help some truly homeless children, at least allowing them to have enough food to eat and a shelter to cover them from wind and rain, hoping they can go to school and change their own destinies.
I am not a person with grand ambitions and lofty ideals, and in the first twenty years or so of my life, I just muddled through, living my own life. I have not seen sadness, nor have I experienced extreme joy, but I am very grateful to be born into a family that could provide me with a peaceful life.
I have read many hero stories, but I actually do not aspire to be a hero.
My greatest ideal is to have a slice of toast and a cup of hot milk when I return home, and health and a life without illness or disaster for my parents and wife.
This is the life I long for, the life I am attached to.
I once had such a life, though it was very short.
At that time, I thought it was normal, but looking back, I know it was a beautiful dream.
Heish, I’m glad to have known you and am very grateful for the help you and the Scavengers have given me during this time.
The attachments contain all the information about the Ritual Array and Gene Potion, take them and go to Vitland Group, they will be willing to help you.
Remember, do not disclose these to other consortia.
Lastly, the document at the very bottom of the attachments is a letter of recommendation with the private signatures of myself and a few friends.
One day, if the Scavengers gain freedom, and in that time when you no longer have to worry about this, you might try to return to school to enjoy the life you’ve never experienced before.
However, a letter of recommendation will not allow you direct admission; you will also need to meet the school’s requirements for the college entrance examination.
Thank you for your companionship these days, and for becoming a part of the world I long for.
Of course, this world is very bad, but it still contains the people I long for and the most beautiful memories.
I hope that one day, no one will have to repeat the destiny we have been through.
Jess]
The short-haired woman sitting at the coffee table slowly lifted the steaming coffee mug, with the rising mist veiling her cheeks.
On the table was a clump of blood-stained metal wire tied to a bone handle that was left with only a short section.
The rain curtain speckled the café’s floor-to-ceiling windows with blotches.
The pedestrians outside the window bustled to and fro, begging children, vagrants, armed gang members, white-collar workers sitting in buses, luxurious cars crossing the pond—interwoven with both near and far, all were set against the dazzling neon lights of magnificent high-rise buildings to form a single tapestry.
"Are you crying?"
Dressed casually, Dasanc walked to the table and sat opposite the woman.
"No,"
the woman brought the coffee to her lips, her eyes shimmering with a wine-red glow as she watched through the window, "artificial eyes don’t cry."
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The huge advertising screen was broadcasting today’s news.
"This is Vitland Television, welcome to this evening’s broadcast.
"The hotly contested senatorial election drew to a close earlier this morning.
"The Trison Corporation has issued an official statement regarding the incident,
"the core cause for the system lag and the delayed results.
"It was due to a maintenance intern in the Phoenix System server room who forgot to reconnect a data cable after inspection, leading to some data not being uploaded to the system on time and causing a delay in the election results of nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds.
"All self-tests have now been completed, and the Phoenix System is functioning normally. Trison Corporation has fired the intern and reserves the right to hold the intern accountable for the mishap.
"For this incident, Trison Corporation expresses its sincere apologies to all citizens of Vitland City, and as a compensation, Trison Corporation announces that every resident of Vitland can obtain a 10% discount voucher with their identity.
"With this voucher, purchases of Trison Corporation’s products on any of their websites or stores will receive a 10% discount, and this offer cannot be combined with any other discounts.
"The Mayor of Vitland City gave a public statement supporting the Trison Corporation, expressing confidence in the Phoenix System and stating that Vitland will continue to use the Phoenix System.
"Due to this system issue and the resulting chain of consequences, the government of Vitland City and the special committee of the Federal Assembly conducted a manual recount of all ballots, ultimately confirming that the results matched those given by the Phoenix System.
"The top three candidates in the Vitland senatorial election received the following vote percentages:
"Dasanc: 43.7%, Ned: 18.9%, Walker: 11.7%"
"With a decisive majority of the support rate, Dasanc was elected the new Senator of Vitland, becoming the youngest sitting Senator, and also the Senator with the highest vote rate and number of votes in nearly a century of Vitland history.
"It’s noteworthy that this senatorial election showed a result significantly different from the pre-election support-rate polls. Up to election day, reports from various public polling companies predicted that Dasanc’s support rate would not exceed 20%, yet the actual results far exceeded these estimates.
"As a result, some of Ned’s supporters believe that Dasanc’s votes are not genuine and are accusing him of election tampering.
"However, we can easily pinpoint the root of the issue. As seen in this data chart, there are approximately 13.76 million eligible voters in Vitland.
"Such a vast base of voters, but historically only about 3.5 million have participated in midterm elections, putting the voter turnout at only about 25%.
"In fact, past Senators were chosen by these 25% of voters, who mainly reside in the economically better-off and less populated districts of Saint Lote and North Vitland.
"Therefore, when the major polling companies conduct their support rate surveys, in order to be closer to the true situation of previous years, their algorithms give extra weight to the support rates from these two districts, increasing their proportion in the overall support rate.
"Thus, the support-rate polls published by these companies are not actually the original raw data.
"But this election saw a drastic change in turnout, with a remarkably high increase compared to previous years, exceeding 40% with 5 million votes, reaching a 36% turnout.
"This is the first time in nearly fifty years that midterm election turnout in Vitland has surpassed 35%."
"The additional 1.5 million votes almost entirely came from the densely populated but traditionally low-voting-rate districts of Plante and Ernst, and the majority of these votes were cast for Dasanc.
"This made Dasanc rise like a dark horse, shattering people’s conventional perceptions, and he was elected as a Senator with an absolute majority,"
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At the top floor of the Welme Medical Building, in the boardroom
The Elderly man sitting in the chairman’s seat turned off the television and looked towards the others seated around the conference table. He slowly began to speak, his voice hoarse and slow, "What do you think?"
"We’ve lost a Senate seat, but that doesn’t really mean anything. Senators are allocated by city, and we still control the Senators from other cities. Our position in the Federal Assembly won’t be weakened by much. And as for Dasanc, a single Senator, he won’t be able to accomplish anything in the Assembly,"
said a middle-aged man sitting to the Elderly man’s left.
The Elderly man glanced at him but did not comment on his response; instead, he turned his gaze to the rest of the board members seated at the table.
"This trend is not good,"
another man positioned towards the middle said slowly,
"The silent majority that should have remained silent is no longer silent. If there’s a first, there will be a second. This is Vitland, the place we’ve always managed. The situation here is actually much better than in other cities. If the same thing happens in small cities, not only in the mid-term elections but also in the mayoral elections, it would impact the markets we have secured with unpredictable factors."
His expression cold, he continued, "We must find a way to warn those who follow that Dasanc’s path is unworkable and must remain so."
The Elderly man squinted his eyes but still didn’t respond and continued looking around at the others.
"A single Senator indeed can’t make a significant impact, but Dasanc is different,"
another Elderly man sitting to the right croaked out, "His election did not come from our support but from those backing him, meaning he has influence in Vitland, and that influence could become a weapon that sways the situation at any time."
He paused, "Wells is dead, Stars Pharma isn’t answering our calls, and it’s very likely that the Gene Potion matter has been leaked."
Upon hearing this, the chairman slowly opened his eyes a bit wider, turned his head slowly, and looked through the large floor-to-ceiling window at the city under the curtain of rain.
Everyone in the boardroom focused on him.
Watching the raindrops splatter against the window, his tone very slow,
"A storm is coming."
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A bundle of white flowers was placed in front of the brand-new tombstone, with the wind in the cemetery caressing the burgundy locks of hair.
"There’s been a lot of rain lately."
"Well, it’s spring. That’s how it is."
"Tomorrow is the Senator’s inauguration speech. Are you going to watch?"
"What’s so special about a Senator’s inauguration speech? Isn’t it the same every year?"
"This time it’s different. You don’t know, but Dasanc is not like the others, and it’s said that in his inauguration speech, he will address issues that are related to all of us."
"Bragging, huh? What issue could possibly relate to all of us?"
Passersby in a hurry passed behind Heish, who had come to pay their respects.
The breeze brushed over the well-carved tombstones and over the fresh photo on the tombstone.
The person in the photo looked forward gently and resolutely, watching over the world he once cherished.
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