Two extremes of the same measure

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Perhaps the exhaustion from the mission had not yet faded, but the Commander’s embrace made An Yu feel suddenly dizzy.

When his forehead was kissed, he once again felt the scar that existed at the corner of Qin Zhilu’s mouth. The leather glove kneaded the spot behind his ear, and the two scars’ presence suddenly intensified, stirring a silent uproar deep in his consciousness.

An Yu stood in the shadow Qin Zhilu cast on the floor and muttered, “I can always see your scar in your memories.”

Qin Zhilu nodded quietly. “It’s something I’ve had since birth. Perhaps it shouldn’t be called a scar, but rather, a mark.”

“What does that mean?” An Yu pursed his lips. “Twenty-six years ago, Tang Ru and Zhan Xue, two pregnant women, were directly exposed on the Yug Snowfield. Subsequently, they gave birth to you and me. Your genes are immeasurably chaotic, while my genes possess absolute order. We are two extremes of the same measure.”

Qin Zhilu’s tone was calm and composed. “I don’t know what that means.”

The leather glove gently traced the contour of An Yu’s face. “There are many truths in this world, but not every truth will necessarily be revealed. In any case, a person can only remain steadfast in their mission.” As he spoke, he unwound, layer by layer, the bandages wrapped around An Yu’s neck and wrist. “The mission’s over. Get a good sleep. Forget the pain you relived over and over in those screens.”

An Yu nodded. “Good night, Commander.”

After returning to his room, however, An Yu suffered a rare bout of insomnia.

In the blink of an eye, more than four months had passed since he stepped onto the shuttle bus on the winter solstice. Everything was turning upside-down. His simple life of the past had already diverged from him. The strange thing was, he used to hate complexity the most, but now, with a muddled curiosity, he was actively stepping, bit by bit, into this unpredictable world.
Having relived Ling Qiu’s death nine times, he finally realized that what he had killed with his own hands in the container that day was not just Ling Qiu, but also himself, who had been merely a parasite on Ling Qiu.
In the unlit room, a projector cast the mission footage onto the wall. An Yu quietly watched the recording.

In District 53, a black gun pressed against his chest. Qin Zhilu calmly asked, “Do you want to kill me?”

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Later, amidst the shattered mirrors and sand-like snowstorm that filled the sky, he had stood behind him, using his life and spirit to envelop him in a soft mist. He had stood in that mist, confronting the sky.

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He didn’t curl up under the covers and fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.

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An Yu’s mouth hung open for a long time, but not a single sound came out. His social skills were clearly not advanced enough to support chatting with several hundred people simultaneously. This fact suddenly made him admire Molly.
He turned his head away and picked up a plate.
The Protectors lining up in front of him parted wordlessly, one after another. In an instant, they had yielded the front of the line to him. The chef opportunely brought out two enormous trays, piled with assorted breads and sizzling, fragrant roasted meats. They had clearly been prepared in advance.
An Yu was just about to serve himself some food when he suddenly heard a coarse, gruff voice call out nearby: “Commander Corner.”
He didn’t react. It wasn’t until the person had called out seven or eight times that he suddenly felt something was amiss. He slowly raised his head—only to see a set of broad pectoral muscles.
“Excuse me, are you accepting supervision targets?” The behemoth lowered its head docilely toward him. “My name’s Mu De, Ladder no. 24, Black Bear aberrant. Please believe me, I possess absolute strength.”
An Yu believed him. He believed him very much.
Mu De seemed to have flipped a hidden switch in the room. The words had barely left his mouth when the rest of the group, all seemingly a bit mindless from their aberrations, began rattling off their credentials, refusing to be outdone.
“Alfred, Ladder no. 84. Top intelligence type, Falcon aberrant. Willing to traverse the skies of every time-space for you.”
“Tan Lai, Ladder no. 06. I possess a triple aberration of avian, algae, and feline. I can open up the battlefield for you on any terrain.”
“Elo, Ladder no. 18. Currently the strongest high-ranking mental ability user on the Ladder. I will stand shoulder-to-shoulder with you against all new types of aberrants.”

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