Chapter 289
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Chapter 289: "You Are the One Who Comes"
"The sleep pods and life pod technology in Hope City are highly advanced…"
"Numerous remnants of life pods can be found within the forest controlled by mycelium…"
"Hope City does not provide any maps or directional tools to superpowered individuals venturing outside…"
"No traces of artificial structures exist beyond the borders of Hope City…"
"The underground materials and soil in Hope City differ significantly from ordinary rocks…"
"The weaponry in Hope City occasionally displays noticeable signs of obsolescence…"
"Decades ago, Hope City still possessed the capability to launch rockets into space…"
One by one, the lingering doubts from the past flooded Lin Qingliu’s mind.
At this moment, all the answers seemed to fall into place.
Indeed, why hadn’t he realized this sooner?
Was it because he had instinctively resisted the truth, or had Hope City’s secretive interference capabilities subtly influenced him?
Unaware of how much time had passed in the consciousness space, Lin Qingliu suddenly opened his eyes.
Nine o’clock in the evening—November 5th.
In the ninth month since Lin Qingliu arrived in this world, he finally gained a clearer understanding of his own situation and the plight of humanity.
"Night has fallen once more…"
After passing through the underground layers, Lin Qingliu emerged above ground and gazed out the window, muttering to himself.
This night was destined to be turbulent, and Lin Qingliu intended to add fuel to the fire.
"Let me see just how formidable Hope City truly is."
In an instant, multiple seemingly incompatible abilities erupted from Lin Qingliu.
Within the not-so-narrow room, a cyclone began to form rapidly.
This time, however, the cyclone was not meant for destruction but to lift his body into the air.
Lin Qingliu’s body effortlessly passed through two layers of flooring, emerging atop the building.
He had no intention of stopping; the cyclone beneath him continued to expand, propelling him higher into the sky.
The faint glimmers in his eyes, representing his abilities, flickered several times, and Lin Qingliu’s body began to undergo anomalies.
The long-dormant Paster was reactivated.
But it didn’t end there. Even after altering his human identity, the distortions on Lin Qingliu’s body persisted.
What he saw, heard, and touched—the unique structures of extraordinary beasts—began to slowly manifest on his body.
How could such a transformation be revealed in its true form?
The identity of a disguise is still an identity; after all, he had to maintain the act. If possible, pinning this on the extraordinary beasts would be the ideal solution.
Thick fog enveloped his body, and an indistinct, chaotic mass quietly ascended within the inner city of Hope City.
His body grew increasingly heavy as the scales of a Fourth Level Extraordinary Beast gradually emerged from beneath his skin, encasing him like a suit of custom-made mechanical armor.
Three pairs of feathered wings began to extend from behind, not flapping vigorously but instead serving as shields, protecting Lin Qingliu’s body from all directions.
The cyclone carried a swirl of chaos upwards, rising above the city walls, above the clouds, surpassing the coverage of "Holy Shield."
Above the clouds, illuminated by a bright moon, a creature not particularly large but each part resembling a precise instrument, typical of extraordinary beasts, opened its eyes.
As the cyclone vanished, the three pairs of wings fluttered up and down, suspending Lin Qingliu in mid-air.
His eyes, hidden beneath the scales, gazed far and wide, finally taking in the central spire that he had never considered before.
It stood quietly in the heart of Hope City, with an unknown length buried underground.
Surrounding the spire was a desolate surface, where wide, flat roads spread out like a spider’s web.
From his high vantage point, Lin Qingliu could clearly see that those roads connected all the hubs of Hope City, such as the main building of the research institutes, the factory office centers, and the command center of the military.
The spire appeared grey and black, its surface marked by sharply defined lines as if carved by a knife.
Whenever the height reached a certain point, the spire would reduce some of its cross-sectional area with sharp wedge-shaped variations, culminating in a four-sided peak reaching into the clouds.
Upon closer inspection, the top of the spire bore numerous large scratches, each resembling a long knife swinging down with force.
Several radial structures extending outward had disappeared, as if something had once existed there.
"Haha, haha…"
In the high sky, Lin Qingliu let out laughter only he could hear beneath his scales.
The history books of Hope City did not lie; the so-called meteorite did indeed exist and had impacted this planet.
What they concealed was that this meteorite was none other than the spire standing in the center of Hope City—a colossal spaceship that transcended time and imagination.
Humans were the ones who came here first.
Everything made sense now.
Having confirmed his suspicions, Lin Qingliu pieced together a rough outline of the true history through thought and reasoning:
Perhaps fifty-two years prior, or even longer ago, a human spaceship crashed or made an emergency landing on this planet.
During the descent, the ship lost many crucial components, such as some cabins containing animal samples and some that were filled with sleep pods and dormant humans.
Those essential cabins were captured, analyzed, assimilated, and copied by the planet’s native life, leading to the formation of the beast tide and the birth of the supreme will of the mycelium.
The spaceship could undoubtedly no longer continue its voyage, prompting the remaining humans to establish a new base on this planet.
They transformed the area around the spire into a habitable environment, awakening the dormant humans and starting to multiply there.
The vast space around the spire was less a plain and more like the product of a massive Meteorite Crater that had been leveled.
Everything was progressing in a positive direction until the beast tide was born.
After that followed the history familiar to many.
While some details still held small unresolved bugs, such as why humans did not remember their glorious past, Lin Qingliu believed he had grasped the framework of known history.
Under the cold moonlight, Lin Qingliu, who had been in this world for over half a year, felt loneliness for the first time.
Humans are a collection of social relationships, and as a soul from another world, he never truly felt a sense of belonging here.
If it weren’t for the expectations brought by his special ability "Ascend to Godhood," he would rather be like in his previous life, a normal person making a living by writing, achieving nothing.
But unfortunately, this setting was post-apocalyptic, and everyone lived under immense pressure and monotony.
With the help of his special ability, he built strong and interesting social relationships, but now, a secret known by only a few began to destroy everything.
He couldn’t help but ponder whether hiding humanity’s glorious past held any deeper meaning. If possible, Lin Qingliu wished to have a direct conversation with the council members, albeit with a knife to his throat.
