radicalducati Chapter 143 People Who Don't Believe in Miracles
Chapter 143 People Who Don't Believe in Miracles
Chapter 143 Those Who Don't Believe in Miracles (Part 2)
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This question was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly clearing the man's muddled mind.
His gaze slowly shifted away from the green-clad girl in front of him.
Beside her were that arrogant fellow, that naive-eyed monster, and that black-cloaked woman with eyes so cold they seemed inhuman.
He looked further into the distance, towards the survivors with their distinct personalities: the grinning wasteland madman, the old man as silent as a stone.
They are clearly completely different people, yet there is no sign of suspicion or estrangement between them; there is only one thing—a clear division of labor and cooperation.
It is absolute trust.
He could tell.
This eerily harmonious atmosphere was completely different from the bullshit he had experienced.
Countless fragments of memories flashed through my mind.
A self-built shelter, the construction team's betrayal, merging with a monster, bloody revenge, the despair of being enslaved by crab slaves —
—And then there was that siege we just witnessed, where we were completely outmaneuvered.
The stark contrast stirred a sense of absurdity in his long-numbed nerves once again.
"Heh—hehe—"
A hoarse, sarcastic laugh escaped from deep within his throat.
"Okay."
A painful smile appeared on the man's already distorted face.
"However, I have one condition."
"Huh? You still want to negotiate after acting like this?" Xia Zhaozhao's voice was full of sarcasm.
"I'm already doing you a favor by letting you say a few last words!"
Xiao Lü ignored her and calmly asked, "What are the conditions?"
She looked at the man's mutilated face, trying to read something from it.
However, the face had been eroded beyond recognition, and it seemed impossible to read anything from it.
So she simply waited quietly.
"Hehe—that's right, those are his dying words."
The man laughed.
Before I tell you how—would you like to hear a joke? A joke about the world's dumbest idiot.
He struggled to lift his head, his gaze sweeping over the seemingly uninterested audience.
"After I finish telling this joke, I'll tell you everything you want to know."
"After all, a person who is about to die needs a few listeners, doesn't he?"
"What the hell?"
Xia Zhaozhao curled her lip, looking disdainful.
"I have little interest in end-of-life care."
"Hey, listen to it, listen to it!"
The square-faced man became interested and stepped closer, examining the half-eaten object on the ground with great interest.
"I'm quite curious how this beast ended up in such a sorry state. It probably didn't take long anyway."
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His henchmen also joined in the commotion.
Little Green ignored their noise.
She exchanged a glance with Bai Shuyuan, who nodded almost imperceptibly.
Indeed, after all, he was a person before, and this was an opportunity to learn the truth and obtain intelligence.
"explain."
Xiao Lü looked at him calmly and uttered a single word.
The man seemed quite satisfied with the answer.
That self-deprecating smile reappeared on his distorted face.
"Once upon a time, there was a self-righteous fool. He spent half his life preparing for an exam that would never come—"
His voice seemed somewhat flat and detached, as if he were telling a fable that had been told a thousand times.
"The protagonist of the story, that self-righteous fool, firmly believed that the end of the world was coming, so he spent all his money, hired a construction team, and dug a Noah's Ark under his own house."
"Later, the end of the world really came. But the result was different from what he had imagined—completely different."
He excitedly prepared to board the ship, but—guess what happened?
"His shelter is already full, filled with construction workers he hired!"
"Those guys threw him out like trash, and laughed at him, saying he was a great client who provided the perfect refuge! Hah—ironic, isn't it?"
Just then, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd of survivors.
"I think I know you! You're that expert who posted a live stream of digging a basement on the Xinmao forum!"
"I thought you were abroad! You're also in Xinmao?"
"It's Old Qian," he said, pointing incredulously at the man.
The man merely glanced at him, his smile growing even more bitter.
"Not only did that idiot not die, he also got incredibly lucky and ended up getting involved with a monster."
"He felt he was invincible again, so he simply went back and killed all those traitors, leaving none alive."
"However, he thought he had become a hero of revenge, but he found that he had just jumped from one pit into another."
"And this new pit will also ask him for meat to eat."
"After he had fed all the flesh of those traitors to the pit, but could not find any new flesh, and was about to be devoured by the pit as well—he saw new hope."
The man paused, raised his head, and slowly swept his gaze over the group of people in front of him.
"A group of police officers who look very easy to fool."
"Uh, it seems this guy's emotional intelligence isn't very high, and he doesn't have much social experience either."
Xia Zhaozhao muttered something under her breath.
Xiao Lü gestured for her not to interrupt and to continue listening.
However, to be honest, that's what she thought too.
This guy gives off the feeling of someone who's been detached from society for years and is completely immersed in his art.
His mind probably couldn't hold anything else besides his survival theory.
"He wanted to lure these newly acquainted guys into the trap, to use them as his fodder. He thought he was the hunter, the manipulator—"
The man raised his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over the group of extraordinary beings before him.
There seemed to be a hint of relief in his voice.
"—As it turned out, he discovered that from beginning to end, he was just a pawn on someone else's chessboard, a joke."
The story is over.
Throughout the entire process, the man's tone remained unusually calm, detached, and tinged with self-deprecation.
It was as if he were telling the story of some foolish guy who had nothing to do with him.
There was no anger, no sadness, only an emptiness that seemed to have seen through everything.
"It's quite ironic, and quite darkly humorous."
Little Green nodded and gave her evaluation.
"But, you know what?"
She looked at the man's distorted face and suddenly said something else.
"If you chose to ask for help instead of lying when you first contacted us, if you could tell us the whole truth."
"Then, you might actually survive today."
Upon hearing this, a crack appeared on the man's face, which had maintained a self-deprecating expression throughout.
Then, a burst of laughter, more maniacal than ever before, erupted from his half-body.
Xia Zhaozhao looked at his maniacal laughter and pursed her lips.
"—In the end, he's just a boring guy who doesn't believe in miracles."
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