Chapter 121: Chapter 77 (part 1) – Fifth World: Leo Parker

Yao's attendant woke.

He was Yao's aide-de-camp, which meant that he was also Yao's closest confidant.

He woke looking shaggy and unshaven, his chin covered with stubble, yet in no mood to shave. Casually wolfing something down, he hurried to the operations room only to find that Leo was already there. The fellow had gotten up early.

Walking over, he said, "You can begin."

"Not yet," Leo Parker refused. "Her world isn't over yet."

The attendant's face darkened. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. I set it to go at high speed, yet she hasn't finished yet," Leo muttered. "I wonder if she's stalling on purpose. It wouldn't be the first time."

The barrel of a gun immediately came into contact with Leo's temple. Instantly covered in sweat, Leo exclaimed hurriedly, "Don't be impulsive! If you have something to say, just use words!"

"Tell her to hurry up!" Although the aide-de-camp had slept, he had worked far too hard these last few days, and his eyes were frighteningly bloodshot. "Also, until His Grace comes back to life, don't let her do anything else!"

"Even if you point a gun at me, you can't change the technical issues." Leo swallowed. "Every time she spars with His Grace, her brain waves soar to a dangerous level. Her numbers need to go down. Look, I'm telling you, it's fine with me if you want to treat her like a consumable, but whether or not your duke can be revived is in her hands. You've seen it for yourself."

"Let her stop and take a rest," the attendant said, not buying it.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand the technicalities. This is the brain, not a muscle. Without the presence of any external input, the brain has no sense of time. If I have her stop and rest for a year, when the year is over her brain will still be in the same state that it was in. It's no use at all."

The attendant's eyes seemed to have become even more bloodshot. He pressed the gun hard against Leo's head.

"Calm down, calm down! I'm speaking the truth!" Leo was starting to sweat again. These stupid barbarians! All they knew how to do was play with swords and guns! They even solved technical problems with guns!

Assessing Leo's countenance, the attendant saw that he wasn't lying. He holstered his gun, but his voice remained cold. "Go in and hurry her up."

"Absolutely not!" Leo refused, hurriedly explaining before the aide could get angry, "She's up against an SS-class spiritual power. It's too dangerous for me to go in."

Watching the attendant's face, he made haste to assure, "I just checked the progress, and it's been over ten years. It's running at high speed right now and should be done soon."

As the attendant spoke with Leo, neither of them were aware that at this very moment, Han Yanyan's mind was in direct contact with the soul of an SS-class spiritual powerhouse. Even though it only lasted for 0.0000000001th of a second, it was enough.

Because the brain had no sense of time, the soul simply ignored time.

That moment of contact was ample for her and him to exchange information.

Leo's voice had just faded away when the system sounded the alarm. This alarm had gone off a few hours ago, and now it was going off again, somehow a little familiar.

"Motherfucker!" Leo jumped back into the operation cabin.

……

"So, I'm dead?" said the man.

It felt to Han Yanyan as though below her feet, she was stepping on soft water, and above her head lay heavy fog. Between the water and the fog, the departed stood before her.

His appearance was very different from her imagined "old man". He was strong and tall, his face handsome. The crisp black military uniform and wide-brimmed hat added to his presence, along with the gold thread epaulettes hand-sewn upon his shoulders.

Everyone loved beauty. His body was long gone, so the appearance projected within his own spiritual source was naturally how he had looked when he had been at his peak.

What a difficult question to answer. Han Yanyan struggled for a time before speaking, but finally could only answer, "Yes, you're dead."

And you're going to die again.

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Knowing this, she felt somewhat sorry. The departed was not data - he had once been alive. So much so that when he stood in front of her like this, she felt it unbelievable that he had no body.

"Some people wished to wake you, I don't know why," she said apologetically. "Maybe they're your enemies, or in search of military secrets? If you want, you can tell me your name, and if I one day escape, I'll tell your relatives so that they may avenge you. "

"You're overthinking it," the man laughed.

"Huh?"

His mouth twisted coldly, the man said, "The only ones who would have done this are none other than my own unworthy descendants."

"Ah?" Han Yanyan felt a little muddled. This was the complete opposite of what she had guessed.

"But this would lead to your complete... that's to say, why are your relatives doing this?" she asked. Ever since reading The Autobiography of Leo, she had been puzzled as to why Leo got so much business waking the departed. However, everything in The Autobiography of Leo had come from Leo, written subjectively and through tinted glasses. It couldn't tell her the answers she wanted to know, and she couldn't have full confidence in all that boastful bullshit.

"What else could it be for?" The corners of the man's mouth quirked up. "My last memory is napping in the living room. Presumably I died quite suddenly, without leaving a will. Those unworthy descendants have naturally woken me up for the sake of the scramble over my property. Anyway, as far as they're concerned, I'm dead."

All for some shit like this? Han Yanyan was rendered speechless. She had been speculating on lofty reasons like state secrets, enemies on the battlefield, and the like.

Leo's image, which hadn't been that high to begin with, suddenly dropped even further in Han Yanyan's eyes. Making this kind of money didn't even deserve the cool title of 'mad scientist'. It was so low, it crossed the center of the earth!

"Han Yanyan." The man suddenly called her name. "Who... are you?"

Casting her eyes downward, Han Yanyan replied, "An ordinary person who was kidnapped by a man named Leo, and made into an architect to build simulated worlds and wake the departed and the dead."

"Leo?" The man looked thoughtful. "Do you mean Leo Parker? I've heard of him, the Awakener of the Dead."

"It should be him. I was bound directly into a simulated world and never met him." She couldn't help but ask, "I still don't understand. Even if your relatives wanted to redistribute property, what's the point of waking you up? You're already dead."

Raising his eyebrows, the man regarded her. "I can't feel your spiritual power… you must be from a very backward place?"

"Yes, I didn't know the existence of spiritual power until after I was kidnapped. In my world... life hasn't yet developed this far." Han Yanyan admitted.

"Almost all important things require spiritual power. Every important machine or piece of equipment requires spiritual power to activate," the man told her unhurriedly as if it were common sense. "It doesn't matter when a will is made, whether one is alive or dead. So long as it has a spiritual seal, the law recognizes it as valid."

So that was it. Han Yanyan understood everything now. In the world she had built, the application of spirit had not yet reached this level.

The way she looked at the man changed.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "What do you mean by that expression?"

He was a person who had departed, who had already left the world. Unafraid, she told him straightforwardly, "Although it's a little cold to say this, I don't really have too much sympathy for you."

"Oh?"

"Children grow up to resemble their parents. A bear child has bear parents, and an unfilial child's parents are usually cold-blooded. I'm afraid that you, sir, bear the responsibility for your descendants being unworthy," she said rudely.

"Tang Kè," the man said.

"Ah?"

"Tang Kè BernatOr Burnett, or Bonnart. His 'Kè' is pronounced the same way as little Tang Ke, but it can mean (among various other things) 'conquer', 'victory' rather than 'respect'.." He told her. "You can call me Tang Kè."

It sounded the same as 'Tang Ke', but Han Yanyan had long practiced caution and was well aware of the intimacy of calling someone only by their first name and not their last name. Maintaining her composure, she quickly accepted his correction and said, "To tell the truth, I would really like to know... what sort of person you are? It was the world I built, yet you twisted it completely. The world's strongest and weakest were all redefined by you."

Tang Kè laughed, "That's what I should be asking. Han Yanyan... What kind of woman are you?"

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