EDEH Chapter 55.2

This person was emotionally agitated and completely didn’t notice the anomaly at his feet. He continued forward despite the patrol team’s obstruction, but was tripped by the slime and fell to the ground with a loud bang, particularly jarring in the night.

 

What followed was much smoother.

 

The deviant following closely behind couldn’t stop in time and was tripped by his prostrate legs, and the crowd behind fell like dominoes one after another, piling up like a human ball, wailing continuously.

 

“Ah! You damn bastards are going to break my legs!!”

 

“Pain, pain, I’m dying of pain! Get up!!”

 

“Who stepped on my hand!”

 

Sang Jue happily curved his lips, contentedly withdrawing the slime.

 

His gaze swept over the undulating high-rises in the distance, his steps suddenly pausing as he suddenly had a bold idea.

 

…

 

The third building behind the Supervision Center was heavily guarded, with soldiers and supervisors everywhere. Breaking in from the front was simply fantasy.

 

Such ironclad security was naturally the temporary residence of Court council members.

 

On the ninth floor, Council Member Lance was talking with Council Member Julian: “As long as we deal with Huo Yanji, everything will be fine.”

 

Julian lit a cigarette: “He’s not that easy to topple.”

 

“After this ends, he still wants to make a comeback?” Lance was both gloating and very disdainful. “It’s his own fault for having a loose tongue—he had to say those words back then, and now neither deviants nor ordinary people support him.”

 

Julian exhaled a ring of smoke: “He wasn’t wrong, and we’re not wrong either. We just have different paths and can’t work together.”

 

Lance scoffed: “He still thinks he’s so noble, seeing us as sewer rats, but without us ‘sewer rats,’ humanity would probably have only a few left by now. Could he still sit up there so high and mighty?”

 

Julian said nothing.

 

After a long while, he took a deep drag and exhaled smoke so thick his face couldn’t be seen. He suddenly asked: “Do you sleep well at night?”

 

Lance was stunned: “What…”

 

Julian said flatly: “It’s been thirty years since I learned about the ‘Dawn’ plan, and in these thirty years, I haven’t had a single good night’s sleep.”

 

The underground city was humanity’s safest base, with the best environment and resources. He lay on a soft bed but still couldn’t sleep night after night.

 

“…” Lance glanced at him. “What, were you affected by what Huo Yanji said during the day?”

 

Julian shook his head, slowly saying: “Not really, he just hit the mark. Especially since the ‘Dawn No. 2’ plan started recently, every night I dream of countless hands crawling out of the ground, wanting to skin me alive, flay my muscles, and cut out my heart.”

 

This time Lance rarely mocked, just snorted: “‘Dawn’ was a plan drafted by the previous Speaker. We’re just confidential supervisors. As for our ‘Dawn No. 2’ decision, no matter how many are sacrificed, it won’t be more than ‘Dawn.’ Thinking about it this way, do you feel better?”

 

Julian scoffed: “So you can speak like a human being.”

 

“Screw you.” Lance laughed coldly. “Who in this world isn’t living in a daze? Can’t think too much—think too much and you’ll be drowned by guilt.”

 

Neither spoke again. Julian extinguished his cigarette: “Rest early. Tomorrow we still have to find a way to convict Huo Yanji, preferably keep him locked up.”

 

“As long as public opinion suppresses him so he can’t raise his head, it doesn’t really matter whether he confesses or not. Those deviants could drown him with their spit alone.”

 

Lance looked at the demonstrating deviant groups on the street below, smiling smugly: “And I thought of another good way to drown him with spit.”

 

Julian frowned: “Take it easy, don’t go too far.”

 

Lance laughed: “Don’t worry.”

 

Julian left the room, and Lance slowly walked to the sofa to sit down, whistling to the air: “Come out.”

 

A young man wearing only a suit shirt and integrated pantyhose walked up to him, quietly calling “Master.”

 

Behind him swayed a completely harmless large tail, fluffy and soft.

 

Lance licked his dry lips: “Julian’s right, really can’t sleep at night. With a little treasure like you, how could I sleep…”

 

The young man understood his signal, obediently kneeling on the carpet and lowering his head to bite open the zipper.

 

“Ah… ah…” Lance leaned back in the chair, gripping the young man’s hair, “Put more effort in, baby, deeper!”

 

A breeze blew past. Lance, with his eyes closed, urged: “Why did you stop? Hurry up.”

 

The young man kneeling on the carpet froze as if paralyzed, and the thing in his mouth automatically slipped out.

 

Lance opened his eyes displeasedly: “What’s wrong with you today… thing.”

 

He stared in shock at a pair of dark eyes less than ten centimeters away. The skin around the eyes wasn’t soft, delicate flesh, but thick, rough dark brown hide.

 

Above were a pair of winding, tough horns, and on both sides were a pair of massive black wings covered in cold scales.

 

Hot breath from the creature’s nostrils enveloped his entire face, sharp fangs hidden on both sides of its mouth.

 

The evil dragon’s shadow completely enveloped him, those dark, round giant eyes staring straight at him, as if it might open its bloody maw at any moment and devour him in one bite.

 

Lance’s breathing stopped.

 

Having lived mostly in the underground city, when had he ever seen such a scene? The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Soon, the sound of dripping began, and the pants caught at his knees became soaked.

 

He stared dumbly at this evil dragon that had appeared from nowhere, his brain having only two thoughts—

 

He couldn’t control his urination, and he envied the one who had fainted…

 

Also, the Blissful Eye was over five thousand kilometers from the main city, and the evil dragon dwelling there had actually broken into the main city—

 

Humanity was truly doomed.

 

Lance blinked slowly like an idiot, pale yellow liquid soaking the carpet.

 

The evil dragon in front of him seemed to be playing freeze tag with him—he didn’t move, and the dragon didn’t move either.

 

Because he had just been doing that thing, Lance’s legs were propped on the chair armrests, and after such a long standoff, they ached terribly.

 

He prayed frantically in his mind—don’t fall, absolutely don’t fall!

 

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as hoped.

 

“Bang—!”

 

With a loud crash, Lance and the chair fell to the ground together. Years of luxurious living had left him without even the courage to flee from contaminated monsters, let alone fight back.

 

His limbs were completely frozen. He wanted to call out to the soldiers outside, but it was as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat—terror made him unable to make a sound.

 

The evil dragon suddenly opened its mouth and roared: “Roar—”

 

Halfway through the roar, Lance’s eyes went black and he completely fainted from fright.

 

“…Roar!?”

 

The evil dragon displeasedly raised its dragon claw and kicked the man on the ground. Smelling the unpleasant urine scent of another male creature, the dragon humanly covered its nose with its wing, its dark round eyes showing a trace of disgust.

 

**

 

“It’s true, you have to believe me!!!” Lance was somewhat breaking down, “There really was a dragon, I really saw it!”

 

“You didn’t take drugs, did you!” Zom said displeasedly, “The sonic dispersal device in the main city is still standing there properly—how could avian contaminants possibly get in?”

 

Lance was going crazy, pulling at his hair: “I saw it with my own eyes, why won’t any of you believe me!?”

 

Julian said: “We’ve already checked the surveillance, found no abnormalities.”

 

Lance shouted: “Nonsense! It must have flown in through the window!!”

 

Julian scoffed: “With so many people in the main city, why would it specifically come looking for you? What do you have that attracts it?”

 

Old Herman indifferently delivered a final blow: “Although there have indeed been cases of evil dragons at the Blissful Eye carrying humans back to their nests, they only snatch humans with delicate, beautiful appearances. You probably don’t meet dragons’ aesthetic standards.”

 

Lance was about to explode with anger and shock.

 

He completely failed to notice that a document was missing from the room. After all, who could think that there would be such an evil dragon in this world—one that didn’t want gold, didn’t want gems, didn’t want beauties, and didn’t want to contaminate anyone, but only wanted to intimidate annoying humans and steal a document on the side?

 

Zom said coldly: “We’ve also checked the surveillance from buildings outside that could capture your window—no trace of an evil dragon was found, but we did capture a man with a cat tail appearing in your room!”

 

“‘Human pet’ entertainment has long been banned by order. Lance Blake, as a Court council member, do you know you’re knowingly breaking the law!!?”

 

Lance’s face changed abruptly.

 

He awkwardly pulled at the corner of his mouth: “It’s consensual, don’t make it sound so ugly…”

 

Julian said quietly: “I checked—that young man is only twenty-one, but ‘human pet’ contamination genes were banned eleven years ago.”

 

Zom’s face looked terrible: “People must at least be adults to receive gene fusion. Tell me, what’s the deal with this young man!!?”

 

“…” Lance tugged at his mouth corner, “Don’t you all know? In earlier years, when control wasn’t strict enough, many ‘unsterilized’ contamination genes flowed into the market. Deviants who fused with that batch of contamination genes could reproduce and leave offspring, especially during the period when ‘human pets’ were popular.”

 

Everyone present fell into silence.

 

Old Herman stood aside, lowering his wrinkled eyelids.

 

…

 

Morning.

 

Sang Jue politely curved his fingers and knocked on the door in front of him, two knocks.

 

Colin had already seen from the surveillance that it was Sang Jue, quickly opening the door and complaining bitterly: “My lord! Where did you run off to for the whole day?”

 

He didn’t want to wait for the commander to come out and find that he had lost Sang Jue.

 

Sang Jue blinked: “I went to bully people.”

 

He was in a good mood, having not only scared someone so badly they peed themselves, but also obtained the source file of “Dawn No. 2.” Lance was just an arrogant fool.

 

Colin already had psychological trauma: “Who did you bully this time?”

 

Colin’s wrist still had red marks from being tied up with rope by Sang Jue. He still hadn’t recovered from the shock of Sang Jue threatening to tickle his armpits raw if he didn’t help write the little note.

 

His entire being was in disarray.

 

Sang Jue: “Not telling you.”

 

Wei Lan and Adjutant Zhang were also in the room, and the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

 

Sang Jue looked puzzled: “What’s wrong? Did something happen to Huo Yanji?”

 

That shouldn’t be possible.

 

If something happened to Huo Yanji, 007 would tell him.

 

“The commander is fine, it’s something else…”

 

The situation was a bit complex to explain, but everyone’s minds were confused right now. Since Wei Lan didn’t stop him, Colin simply recounted everything to Sang Jue, which also helped sort through his thoughts.

 

“This is still confidential for now, don’t spread it around.” Colin took a deep breath. “I found some strange clues in Shan Hongcheng’s secret office earlier.”

 

Sang Jue remembered this.

 

At the time, Colin hadn’t had a chance to report before they discovered the signal was blocked and decided to return to the surface. Then Huo Yanji was taken away for investigation.

 

Colin said: “That dead Yu Ren was Shan Hongcheng’s half-brother.”

 

Sang Jue looked puzzled: “Hm? What’s strange about that?”

 

Although there weren’t many naturally born humans on the surface, they weren’t nonexistent—for example, wasteland wanderers all reproduced naturally.

 

“That’s not the point.” Colin waved his hand. “For humans, the golden age for choosing ‘evolution’ is between 18 and 30. There aren’t many contamination genes to choose from—the most popular are tentacles, dragons, beasts, fungi…”

 

Sang Jue blinked: “But Yu Ren’s contamination gene was mermaid…”

 

“We initially thought Yu Ren was a victim of the ‘human pet craze’ period.” Colin said, “Only during that time were mermaid and cat-dog contamination genes circulating in the market to satisfy some groups’ curiosity.”

 

Sang Jue seemed to understand: “So Yu Ren wasn’t a victim of that period?”

 

Everyone fell silent.

 

After a while, Zhang Min provided the answer, saying quietly: “Yu Ren wasn’t a post-natal deviant.”

 

Sang Jue was stunned.

 

007 had told him before that deviants couldn’t reproduce. Their only way to leave offspring was to freeze sperm or eggs before ‘evolution,’ then send them to the underground city for reproduction through special means.

 

Suddenly, a gentle female mechanical voice rang in Sang Jue’s ears—it was 007 saying: “The entire ‘Dawn’ plan is to weave a massive lie for human survivors—

 

And deviants being unable to bear offspring is just the tip of the iceberg in this lie.”

 

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