Chapter 943: Note

Note

Creak—

Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows as Chen Ling leisurely pushed the door and entered.

Life under house arrest lacked freedom, but at least in this small room, Chen Ling's time belonged to himself... He pulled up a stool and sunbathed by the window for a while. After all, sunlight was rare in the Wuji Domain, which was shrouded in rain and gloom year-round.

Through the church window, Chen Ling could see the street not far away.

Although it was a rare sunny day, there weren't many people on the street. There were only a few elderly people standing at their doorways, sunbathing alone. Occasionally, when other elderly people passed by, they would exchange a few words.

Flocks of white doves flapped their wings, brushing past the spires of magnificent and ancient buildings, drawing countless elderly people to look up, like prisoners in an abyss peeking at the free sky. As the noon bell from the Clock Tower in the distance rang, the white doves vanished into the hazy distance...

Time melted away bit by bit in the warm sunlight.

Only when his body was warmed up by the sun did Chen Ling unhurriedly let out a yawn...

Chen Ling casually took off his Theatrical Robe and suddenly felt something hard brush past his chest. He froze slightly, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

He felt around the Theatrical Robe for a moment, and soon, a neatly folded piece of paper appeared in his palm.

"I am Chen Ling."

"When you read this, please carefully read all the content below and review your own memories."

"If the records below contradict your memory, or if there are any missing parts, it means the Silver King is tampering with your memory... Remember, everything is based on the content recorded on this paper."

Seeing this, Chen Ling's gaze instantly became solemn.

He didn't remember when he had stuffed this thing into his clothes...

Chen Ling vigilantly looked around, drew the curtains, and even went to the door to lock it from the inside, before carefully unfolding the paper.

Lines of text entered his field of vision.

"I am Chen Ling, the workshop manager of the Ninth District Manufacturing Factory in Wuji, and also a fighter for the spontaneously formed civilian Human Rights Union. Since the Silver King took control of the Domain, everything here has become a complete mess... My mission is to fight for the human rights that rightfully belong to us, all the residents of the Wuji Domain, at all costs."

"Even if we are unarmed, we must still fight for everyone. Words and shouts are our weapons, an unyielding spirit is our armor. I will fight alongside my compatriots until final victory."

"In a recent demonstration, I was arrested. I know what they are thinking. They want to wear down my will through house arrest, slowly assimilate me, and turn me into a member of this massive violent organization. They think that if I defect, the other compatriots in the Human Rights Union will collapse on their own."

"So, I absolutely cannot forget who I am, nor can I forget my mission! Even if trapped in prison, I must continue to protest against the Silver King in my own way, until I reclaim freedom and power for all residents."

"I am not fighting alone. Behind our Human Rights Union, there are witches backing us up. They will find a way to rescue me..."

"..."

Chen Ling's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"I was wondering why my head felt so dizzy and heavy today... It seems the Silver King has made his move on me."

"He stole the fighting spirit in my heart, making me become lazy and indolent, even forgetting many things, and my memories are somewhat disconnected... Luckily, I left this piece of paper, so he didn't succeed."

As Chen Ling muttered, a look of lingering fear surfaced on his face. He hurriedly folded the paper back up and stuffed it back into his clothes, seemingly terrified of being seen by others.

Chen Ling took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions, and then determination surfaced in his eyes...

He turned around and sat down at the desk.

After seeing the mission recorded on the paper, Chen Ling couldn't sleep even if he tried. He simply started preparing an opinion letter right away. He picked up the Quill Pen, pondered for a long time, and then solemnly began to write on the paper.

"Mister Silver King:"

"Although you have placed me under house arrest, I will not give up. I must speak frankly, most of the actions you have taken in the Wuji Domain are abhorrent and absurd..."

"Especially regarding the policy forcing youths to work eighteen hours a day. This will greatly squeeze their lives, and the atrocious working conditions have caused diseases to start affecting their bodies. At the same time, because the youth labor force is being exploited, a large number of elderly residents are left uncared for, and the mortality rate continues to rise..."

"..."

Chen Ling wrote four thousand words fluently, criticizing the Silver King and his ruling faction from the perspectives of objectivity, subjectivity, health, sustainable development, and ethics and Morality.

After finishing, he took this opinion letter and aggressively walked out of the room.

"Hello, where is the Silver King right now?"

"He is not in the church... I don't know exactly where he went either." A maid answered.

"Then when will he be back?"

"Not sure either..."

Chen Ling was somewhat frustrated, but he didn't give up. Instead, he took the opinion letter and went to the prayer room, randomly found a pew and sat down, looking ready to wait until the Silver King returned.

At the same time, Lou Yu, who was sitting in the first row resting with his eyes closed, looked back and seemed somewhat surprised.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting to deliver a letter to the Silver King."

"Deliver a letter? You giving it to him?" Lou Yu asked back in confusion. "Deliver what letter?"

"An opinion letter regarding the cancellation of the eighteen-hour youth work system in the Wuji Domain. I hope he can face human rights squarely and not walk down a path that incurs the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people." Chen Ling answered firmly.

Lou Yu: ...?

The gaze Lou Yu used to look at Chen Ling was incredibly unfamiliar. As if he realized something, he snorted coldly, silently turned his head back, and lowered his head to take a sip of tea from his cup.

"Tomorrow I will write a letter to you too." Chen Ling's firm voice rang out again.

This abrupt sentence almost made Lou Yu spray the tea right out of his mouth. He turned to look at Chen Ling again:

"To me? What letter this time?"

"In order to refine the Philosopher's Stone, you bathed two major districts of the Wuji Domain in blood and killed millions of people." Chen Ling's gaze toward Lou Yu was incredibly sharp, like he was examining a criminal. "The Silver King's control over the Wuji Domain is currently just mismanagement, but what you did is truly frenzied and deranged... Your sins are even deeper than his."

Lou Yu fell into silence.

He didn't argue back, just calmly turned his head away.

Light and shadows filtered through the stained glass windows above the prayer platform, paving the entire church. Lou Yu sat in the very front row of the church pews, his pitch-black shadow dragged long on the ground like an obelisk, like an emotionless sculpture.

"It doesn't matter." Lou Yu answered faintly. "I have already prepared myself to go to hell... if a hell truly exists in this world."