Chapter 981: Solution

Mo Ling stared fixedly at the paper, the white paper bearing the hope of saving Lin An.

One minute, two minutes...

The long wait felt like torture every second; just as their mood was about to sink to the bottom, beneath Mo Ling's crooked notes a line of text slowly appeared, as if printed.

"Send me the details."

"You encountered a problem at the satellite base, right?"

No nonsense at all.

Seeing Chu An's reply, Xiong Hanzi and Mo Ling felt as if they had taken a calming pill, suddenly relaxing.

Reply received!

Chu An's reply contained no surprise, no doubt, and no extra emotion.

This man, upon receiving the message, acted like a Q&A robot, going straight to the point.

Although it felt a bit cold, in their helpless state it was truly reassuring.

"We're in Spaceflight City!"

"Right east of the satellite base!"

"Here we first encountered a Human-Insect, the kind that constantly cries hunger."

"No matter how we hit that worm, it wouldn't die; it could absorb any form of energy and then split!"

"Lin An suspected there was some kind of meme here, so he led us inward to search."

"After reaching the outskirts, Xiong Hanzi showed abnormalities, exhibiting signs similar to a Human-Insect mutation, as if infected by something!"

"Then Lin An went into the city center himself, and the result..."

A brief pause.

Mo Ling tightly gripped a writing pen with her small hand; she paused not because of anything else, but because she didn't know how to describe it.

She instinctively glanced at the distant, sky‑shattering battle scene, took a deep breath, and quickly wrote:

"So many Lin Ans!"

"After Lin An entered, he turned into many Lin Ans, in all kinds of forms! I also saw two monsters like white bone mutants—they were also Lin An's transformations! After they appeared, they've been fighting nonstop!"

"Chu An, I suspect something in the city center infected Lin An."

Clenching her lips, little Mo Ling finished the last line and anxiously awaited Chu An's reply.

To be honest, not being afraid is fake.

If it weren't for Lin An's avatar constantly lit in the team info, with no sign of dimming.

She even feared that Lin An might have been directly taken out.

With so many Lin Ans constantly dying, she couldn't tell which was the real one.

During the wait, the red light in the distance surged again.

Under the violent clash of spiritual energy, the originally black night sky had already been dyed a sheet of crimson.

Frequently tilting her head, little Mo Ling's eyes were full of worry, afraid the real Lin An would be taken out by other copies.

The battle grew ever fiercer; the slaughter among these Lin Ans reached near‑peak brutality.

Every strike was a killing blow, aimed straight at vital points.

Spiritual force shattering skulls, sword nets rending bodies, a punch pulverizing flesh, lightning turning them to char...

Although each form of Lin An preferred different attack styles, the sole commonality was extreme violence.

After watching a while, the sheer brutality was such that even Tie Han Han felt somewhat unaccustomed.

The sole consolation is that these Lin Ans never use anything from within the ring; it's as if they were taken from a battle clip—whatever they used in battle, the duplicated Lin Ans will use.

Otherwise, the two would have no doubt.

Given this group of Lin Ans' madness, they would definitely employ nuclear bombs en masse.

By then, relying on the arsenal in Lin An's ring, they could imagine how extravagant the scene would be.

Amoeba Worm Instance.

Deep underground, resembling a secret base, bright surgical lights illuminated a small room.

Wearing gloves and goggles, Chu An silently watched the lines of text appear on the paper, falling into brief contemplation.

The room was entirely bright, yet under the shadowless lamp it felt somewhat cold and chilly.

White room, white operating table, white knife...

Hollow, claustrophobic.

On that white operating table lay several neatly arranged human corpses whose organs had been removed, resembling specimens just taken from formaldehyde solution.

The soaked, whitened muscle tissue was neatly sliced open, revealing butter‑like fat.

Variously shaped internal organs lay aside like mechanical parts.

Deep‑red blood stained the scalpel, vivid and dripping.

Moments later, Chu An's expression remained unchanged after reading the message.

It seemed as if the message from Mo Ling's side was trivial, not worth worrying about.

He calmly removed his right‑hand rubber glove and let it fall to the side.

"Human‑Insect... hunger... splitting..."

"Devouring, infection, mutation."

He slightly tilted his head; on his expressionless face a tiny twitch appeared, as if he'd thought of something interesting.

He muttered to himself.

He unhurriedly extended a finger into the corpse that was nothing but a shell, staining it with a hint of red.

Single‑finger drawing.

A few seconds later, a rough map of Space City appeared on the white operating table; seen vaguely, it looked like some kind of magic circle filled with evil meaning.

The slender fingertip glided over the smooth white metal surface, using up the last drop of blood.

It moved slowly, and a red line appeared on the map.

"External aberration, internal.."

"Area range, thought out of control."

Chu An quietly ran through the situation Mo Ling had described, his clear, water-like eyes unfocused as he gazed levelly at the map.

Thinking, deducing.

It was as if he were on the scene; Chu An quickly constructed a dynamic image in his mind, simulating the current state inside Space City.

"All forms of Lin An.."

"Time... Aberrant Mutant.."

Maybe it was 10 seconds, maybe 11 seconds.

After a moment, his unfocused eyes quickly shifted, returning to calm.

The deduction ended.

On his calm face, the corner of his mouth twitched up slightly, as if mimicking a human, revealing a faint smile.

"Strengthen inner desire, then manifest..."

"Or perhaps... dream?"

He muttered to himself.

Relying solely on little Mo Ling's rough description, Chu An, far away in another world, almost with a perverse thinking ability, quickly judged the root of the problem.

This is a kind of meme, a kind of meme that can stimulate the deepest desire of any living being's thought.

First Stage amplifies instinct, Second Stage causes aberration, Third Stage strengthens manifestation.

Under the amplified 'dream' state, if it is a bird, it flies higher and faster; if it is a fish, it goes deeper and farther..

At this very moment, if two people could see Chu An's expression on site, they would instantly read the confidence in his calm smile.

One minute later.

The right hand, having removed the glove, steadily gripped a feather pen.

Several lines of neat handwriting slowly rose onto the stationery.

"Just one person needs to go in."

"You will find the true Lin An."

A few words were transmitted back.

Little Mo Ling stared blankly at Chu An's solution, unable to comprehend.

This sentence was obviously meant for her.

Let me...

Go in!?

Little Mo Ling unconsciously raised her head, staring blankly at the distant battlefield like an apocalypse.

The violent spiritual energy turbulence would likely tear her to pieces the moment she entered.