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actual title: redeem oneself by good service; atone for one's crimes by doing good deeds (戴罪立功) However, it was He Qixing who hesitated. Because his father claimed that he did those things while he was being controlled and he couldn't muster the determination to take action. Although he was under control, his father had indeed committed heinous crimes. He glanced at Nie Chuan and delegated this challenging task to him. "It's up to you to do it." Nie Chuan also hesitated,…-
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thank you for the ko-fi donation AC! On major news platforms, anchors held the same press releases, doing their utmost to sensationalize the "terrorists'" depravity. Bai Ling was unfazed. Back when he was leading the revolution, he'd been slung with mud by those noble-controlled unscrupulous media more times than he could count. He'd heard things ten times uglier than this. His ears had grown calluses. The news even included street interview segments…-
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In the 70s, when Zhuo Liangmu first began his career as an imperial physician, he, like all other close officials, received the secret emergency contingency plan regarding potential attacks on Izsu Paraiso. Within that 30-page document, they were mandated to execute a casualty evacuation with the utmost speed and the most rigorous caution. Based on the severity of the Emperor’s injuries, the plan categorized scenarios into three distinct levels: minor injury, severe injury, and death. Aside from…
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The interstellar live-stream platform "Voice of the Ordinary" had always been renowned for its sharp language and incisive critiques of contemporary issues. Although Kaide was an Emperor, he was also a mere mortal; and being human, he possessed a desire to pry. While he couldn't resist looking through various commentaries, he furiously directed the network department to block a massive number of accounts posting pictures of fried octopus, ultimately tapping open "Voice of the Ordinary," which…
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At 8:05 PM, Bai Ling was escorted out of the detention center's back door. Heinz had removed his restriction ring and tossed him a new one. They were planning to find a death-row convict to pull off a bait-and-switch, hanging the decoy in his stead. Bai Ling put on the new restriction ring. The characters lit up, displaying his new identity, the name reading: His mind wandered for a split second, shifting his gaze toward Heinz. The other man noted dismissively, "There are plenty of birds with…
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321.4 K • Ongoing
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m1zushi: turns out i skipped this chapter.... Bai Ling gradually calmed down from his memories. Looking back now, the fact that he and Mr. D had remained only formal acquaintances for twenty years wasn't just a cruel twist of fate. Adult relationships involve many factors. Social ties, class, money... even face-to-face interactions have their reservations, let alone two strangers separated by a network cable. He knew nothing of Mr. D’s private life, and Mr. D knew very little of his. He…
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When Bai Ling returned to the ward, he casually glanced around. The merman was covered in various electrodes and monitoring devices, looking quite a bit cyberpunk. The hovering screen displayed the patient's real-time status. The medical AI system calculated that the patient's autologous cells were actively stimulating healing, with an estimated 16 hours remaining. Calculating the time, Bai Ling realized he likely wouldn't be able to stay by his side for those 16 hours. The analgesia pump chirped…
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Thank you anon reader for the Ko-Fi donation! Bai Ling returned covered in blood. He forced down a few bites of food, scrubbed himself clean, and wrapped himself in the duvet, falling into a heavy, feverish sleep. In his stupor, someone touched his forehead. The fingertips carried a warm, algae-scented aroma, like seawater touched by a red tide. Bai Ling dazedly opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of a handsome, towering figure sitting quietly by the bed, appearing frozen in…
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Thank you anon reader for the Ko-Fi donation! warning: PTSD depiction In the 40s and 50s, a type of collective apartment rose to prominence to meet the housing needs of civilians and grassroots workers. Simple in structure and tiny in size, they were nonetheless fully functional. From the outside, the neat rows of balconies looked like stacked matchboxes, and because they were often inhabited by birds, they earned the nickname "Pigeon Boxes." While the architecture of the Izsu Paraiso era…
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M1zushi: i've added little 💬 that are from the JJWXC's in-text comments (kinda of like wattpad?) Life had taught the veteran resilience, tolerance, and optimism, but it hadn't taught him how to face tenderness. "The rain, it's really coming down hard, isn't it?" The Stump Bird was nervous. Afraid of revealing any undignified emotions, he bit his lip hard, trapping his ragged breathing in his throat. He could barely breathe… "Your breathing doesn't sound right." Mr. D inquired…
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