Chapter 125: Chapter 79 (part 1)

Han Yanyan felt weak. It was strange for a body made of consciousness to feel this way.

When she opened her eyes, she was lying in a white virtual space. She didn't want to get up, so she lay there quietly, curled up.

"Hey, hey!" Leo's voice rang out. "...Hello? What's wrong with you?"

"No strength." Han Yanyan replied weakly. "Why is my consciousness so weak? What did you do to my body?"

"You dare say that?" Leo demanded angrily. "What did you do behind my back? Why did you suddenly awaken your spiritual power for the second time for no reason?"

Han Yanyan closed her eyes. "How should I know? In the previous world, I was an SS-class user of spiritual power. Maybe that had something to do with it?"

Leo couldn't confirm what she said either. He queried the AI and found that all the information about spiritual power that the system had filled into the world's blanks was content for middle school students. After all, in Leo's world, spiritual power was so common. People had it from birth, and learned to use it at an early age. All that so-called 'knowledge' was common sense. Even if Han Yanyan had a good command of it, she still shouldn't be able to make waves.

What he absolutely never expected was that Tang Kè, a dead SS-class spiritual power user, might be willing to lend her a helping hand.

"Did this world succeed?" Han Yanyan asked, knowing the answer perfectly well.

"You did great," Leo praised generously. "The mission target was awakened."

She was silent a moment before asking, "That man... awakened. Then what?"

"Oh, you still have room to care about him? You should care about yourself a little more," Leo mocked.

"I just want to know what happens to him," Han Yanyan said.

"He awakened, and I've sent him back to the client. If past experience is anything to go by, he should naturally dissipate in about two or three days. But he was SS-class, so it's possible he might last a day or two more,” Leo said.

"Then he'll be... completely dead, right?" she asked.

"He was already dead, okay?" Leo said impatiently. "He should thank me for giving him the chance to experience life again in the  virtual world! It took twenty years for this world of yours to grind on and on - no, I even restarted the world once another twenty years ago! I let him live another forty years! He should really thank me!"

Han Yanyan closed her eyes.

At the end of those frenzied pleasures, Tang Kè had said to her, "Han Yanyan, I'm going to leave you something... if you can get it. We'll see if you... have the ability to escape Leo Parker..."

Then he had channeled a small strand of his spiritual energy to help her out.

During those forty years in the virtual world, Han Yanyan had learned a great deal from Han Jùn's teachings. But in fact, because she had set Tang Kè as 'Tang Ke', compressing him into a child or teenager, a great many things about his self were projected onto the world, most of them into Han Jùn.

Through those forty years, it was Tang Kè who had really been her teacher.

Han Yanyan didn't know what he had left for her, but she knew that if she wanted to get it, she would have to survive and escape from Leo. If she couldn't do so, then Tang Kè didn't care who ended up with whatever he had left for her.

Tang Kè had never cared about the weak.

He was the root of the virtual world's mentality that 'being weak is man's original sin'.

It was he who had tortured Xinya. It was also he who had taught Tang Ke.

From start to finish, it had been he himself all along.

Han Yanyan's lashes trembled slightly, and when she opened her eyes again, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Are you a demon?" she said softly. "You must be."

Leo's triumphant voice came to an abrupt stop. "Han Yanyan," he said, a little annoyed, "When will you get rid of this bad habit of yours? If you keep getting attached to the people inside the virtual worlds, do you know what's going to happen?"

Yes. All the architects before her had gone crazy.

Some had been hysterical, screaming at the tops of their lungs. Some had closed themselves off, unable to speak a word.

Han Yanyan had already learned this from Leo's long-winded complaints in "An Autobiography of Leo". When she compared the two different types of madness to each other, Han Yanyan felt that the latter would be easier to interpret.

She stopped talking, curled up, closed her eyes and shed tears.

"Hey! Hey..." Leo called.

"What are you doing?" the attendant interrupted, cutting in from another operating cabin.

"Don't waste time. Start quickly," he ordered over the comm.

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Han Yanyan couldn't hear the sound coming from his comm channel. She only heard Leo mutter, "I know, I know. Don't rush me."

Consequently, she guessed that there must be someone else around.

After her spiritual power broke through, she had been subdued by the inhibitor and fallen, losing consciousness. She had woken up when the aide had taken off his jacket to cover her.

Compared with Leo, he had been gentle and graceful. Because he had been so gentle, Han Yanyan had asked him for help. The result was just as Tang Kè had said - naïve.

When he closed the hatch of the hibernation cabin, Han Yanyan had guessed his identity.

Leo was a sloppy mess. This man was wearing a crisp white military uniform, his bearing and aura completely incompatible with the former. He wasn't Leo's man.

He belonged to Yao Calande, Duke of Kline.

Both he and Leo were still counting on her to awaken that powerful nobleman. His position ensured that he would never lend her a helping hand.

He was also one of her captors.

Asking him for help was doomed to failure.

"Alright, alright, why are you being sad about a man who died long ago! Tch. Have you forgotten that he's an old man? He died at the very elderly age of three hundred and seventeen," Leo jeered. "Do you think he actually looks like how you built him? Don't be silly, that appearance was all your own personal preference."

Someone seemed to urge him again, because Leo said, "Okay, okay, I get it."

Then he said: "Han Yanyan, hurry up and get to work, don't be so emotional. The sooner this order is over and done with, the sooner both you and I can relax a little. It’s still the same person, go on."

He fired up the system, entering the step where she built the world.

The white virtual space disappeared, and the data stream flowed past Han Yanyan like a galaxy of stars, interacting, diverging, integrations... and then dissipated.

Han Yanyan returned once more to the pure white space. She glanced at the white floor, then blinked once, gently, before her eyes closed tight.

The attendant, who had been monitoring, frowned. "What's going on?"

Leo looked ugly. He snorted, his fingers gliding deftly over the keys.

The electric current of punishment instantly ripped through Han Yanyan's body. Her tightly curled-up body softened and she lay there on the floor, convulsing slightly . This was not actually an electric current - in fact, Han Yanyan didn't actually know what it was. What Leo was punishing was her consciousness.

Her fingers trembling, she closed her eyes tightly.

"Does it hurt?" Leo sneered. "Since you know it hurts, then work hard like a good little girl."

He restarted the world-building process. This time, the data stream flowed past Han Yanyan, and then... dissipated once more.

It was all thanks to Tang Kè. When his spiritual power had jolted her hard enough to wake her from hibernation, it had also made her consciousness experience extreme pain. Compared to that pain, Leo's 'punishment' was now tolerable.

"Han Yanyan!" Leo was furious, "You feel like doing this again, don't you?"

As he was about to take action, there came the sound of a 'tap, tap, tap, tap' in his ear.

Leo opened the lid of the operating cabin, and the black muzzle of a gun reached in to press against his temple.

"Hey!" he yelped.

"I don't care how things stand with her, just fix her up for me. I don't trust anyone else, only her," the attendant said coldly.

After three architects had died in quick succession, he had realized how strong and unshakable the will of Duke Kline was. Up until now, only Han Yanyan had been able to make his brain waves fluctuate.

Only this one woman!

"Listen up, I'm asking you to make her better, not break her," the aide said. "She's a woman! There's something wrong with her current condition. Stop horsing around with the crude methods you use on slaves and think of another way! You're a scientist, not a fool!"

With a gun pointed at his head, no matter how much Leo cursed in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything out loud. All he could squeeze out was, "I'll think of a way."

The gun disappeared and the hatch closed. Leo turned the cover opaque, then cursed harshly in a low voice. "Fuck!"

He felt aggrieved for a while, then closed his eyes and entered the system.

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