Chapter 1521
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Chapter 1521 Migo
Autumn breeze gently caresses,
Golden maple leaves drift down from the branches in the courtyard, lightly adorning the chessboard on the stone table.
An Qingyu holds a black chess piece, frowning as he looks at the intertwined black and white pieces on the board. Beads of sweat slide down his temple as if he’s struggling to think through something.
Jiang Er floats on the other side of the stone table, looking at An Qingyu’s appearance with concern:
“Qingyu… why don’t you take a break?”
“It’s fine.” An Qingyu shakes his head, hesitating for half a minute with the piece in mid-air before slowly placing it on a certain spot on the board.
Jiang Er sighs, and a white piece automatically floats out from the container, landing in a position adjacent to the black piece.
An Qingyu sinks into deep thought again.
Just then, the courtyard gate is pushed open, and Lin Qiye and Li Yifei walk in. They both freeze when they see An Qingyu playing Go with Jiang Er under the tree.
Lin Qiye’s brows immediately furrow as he steps forward, “You’ve barely rested for a few days… why are you starting again?”
“It’s just playing Go. The cognitive load on my brain isn’t actually that heavy.” An Qingyu forces a smile, “You know what, Qiye, I’ve discovered a pattern…”
“What pattern?”
“It’s not that I can’t use the Forbidden Domains, but rather that after using them, my brain can’t process the immense load they bring… To completely heal it, I can’t expect to reach the top in one step. I need to start from the fundamental computational logic, training bit by bit.”
An Qingyu points to the Go board in front of him, “These past few days I’ve been trying to rehabilitate my brain. Go is the best method I could think of. Its lower and upper limits are both very high. I can start adapting from the most basic gameplay, and eventually there will be a day when I fully recover.
An hour ago, I could barely play twenty-five moves with Jiang Er. Now I can play thirty-eight moves with her… I can feel that my soul’s wounds are gradually adapting to the cognitive computational load.”
Hearing this, Lin Qiye looks at the board in front of him with surprise, “Really?”
“It’s true.” Jiang Er nods slightly, “Although the process… is painful.”
Lin Qiye had always thought that An Qingyu’s aftereffects were irreversible, and neither the Celestial Lord nor Dr. Li could do anything about it… but why is An Qingyu now saying that he can feel his soul’s wounds gradually healing?
If that’s true, then with enough time, he could return to his prime and use [The Only Correct Solution] again!
“Whatever the case, taking care of your health is most important. If you’re tired, make sure to rest properly,” Lin Qiye reminds him earnestly.
“Oh right, I haven’t given you today’s medicine yet… I’ll go prepare it for you.” Jiang Er seems to suddenly remember something and hurriedly floats up from her seat, passing through the wall into the house.
“Qiye, play with me for a while longer.”
“…Alright.”
With no other choice, Lin Qiye sits down in Jiang Er’s original position, taking the white pieces to continue playing with An Qingyu.
It’s evident that when Jiang Er plays with An Qingyu, she uses the most basic Go skill level. For Jiang Er, who is connected to the entire human internet, she could instantly elevate her skill to the level of the world’s top artificial intelligence, but to accommodate An Qingyu’s condition, she’s currently playing at an elementary school level.
Lin Qiye tries his best to mimic Jiang Er’s style, placing pieces slowly.
“Qingyu.”
“Hmm?”
“Jiang Er has been through a lot during this time.” Lin Qiye looks up at him, “Do you have any plans?”
“…Plans?”
“If you don’t marry her, it will be hard to resolve this situation.”
An Qingyu’s hand holding the chess piece stops in mid-air, and a faint blush appears on his pale cheeks. He responds helplessly, “Not everyone in this world is like you, Lin Qiye… You and Jialan haven’t even officially defined your relationship, yet you jump straight to marriage… I don’t have such thick skin.
I haven’t fulfilled the promise I made to her, and now I’m in this state… With an uncertain future and willing but unable, how could I have the face to propose to her?”
“In matters of the heart, isn’t it better to be direct?” Lin Qiye counters, “You always overthink everything, deliberating thoroughly before acting, planning the entire situation, allowing no room for error… That’s impressive on the battlefield, but in relationships, it’s just indecisiveness!”
An Qingyu is taken aback, then smiles, “I never thought there would be a day when you’d be lecturing me about relationships…”
“I’m speaking the truth.” Lin Qiye places a piece down, saying seriously, “Jiang Er’s feelings for you are obvious to all of us. Girls like her are extremely rare… We’re a special squad, not carefree ordinary people. If you want to wait until everything settles down to make further plans, when will that be?
You never know which will come first—tomorrow or the unexpected.”
An Qingyu looks at the board in front of him, falling silent.
“You’re very focused when you do things, which is good, but don’t always keep your entire attention fixed on one thing… Look more at the people around you.” Lin Qiye places a piece down, speaking with deep meaning.
“Medicine’s here!”
Jiang Er, dressed in a white gown, quickly emerges from the house. A ceramic bowl hovers in her palm, with a spoon automatically stirring the medicinal soup inside, and she passes it to An Qingyu.
An Qingyu takes the medicine and drinks a sip. It’s not scalding hot as one might expect, but rather comfortably warm, suggesting it has been cooled for a while.
“It’s not too hot, is it?” Jiang Er blinks her eyes.
An Qingyu quietly gazes at her, and after a long while, finally smiles slightly, “No, it’s not hot.”
Lin Qiye looks at the two in front of him and very consciously moves away from his seat, walking toward the house.
Just then, his phone suddenly rings.
“Hello?”
“This is Chen Han.” On the other end of the phone, Chen Han’s voice sounds somewhat grave, “Qiye, you’d better come over… The headquarters’ report about that monster from the other day is out.”
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye’s gaze slightly focuses, “Alright, I’ll be right there.”
…
Beijing City, Squad 006 headquarters.
“Take a look at this.” Chen Han stands behind the desk, takes out a stack of papers from the drawer, and hands them to Lin Qiye.
This is a stack of photocopies of some ancient scroll. Apart from some crooked text, there are just some meaningless line patterns. Lin Qiye flips through several pages, confusion appearing in his eyes.
“What is this?”
“The original of this rubbing comes from the Shangxie Society’s confidential archives. It’s an ancient scroll they found in a Cthulhu ruin many years ago. The headquarters couldn’t find any clues about that monster, so they sent someone to contact the Shangxie Society, and that’s how they dug this up.”
“Shangxie Society?”
Lin Qiye’s mind immediately recalls the fourth level of the archives collection he visited with Ji Nian in [Utopia]… That place stored items related to the Cthulhu system. Without a doubt, the original document would be among those glass display cases.
When Lin Qiye turns to the last page, in the center of the rubbing is carved a strangely shaped insect. Upon careful examination, it bears a six or seven-tenths resemblance to the pink fleshy worm they saw that day.
“According to the Shangxie Society scholars’ decryption analysis, the monster we encountered that day… is called a ‘Mi-Go’.”
