Chapter 80: Is the trash can the concept god?

As Lin Ran's words fell, countless fireworks bloomed above the statue, and several jets of fire shot up from the ground, forming a splendid fountain of flames.

"My holiday..."

Watching the people around who performed self-immolation in flames, and the celebrating residents, the barrier brought by time and space seemed to gradually disappear at this moment.

By his side, a small hand quietly reached out and lightly grabbed Zhang Jie's pinky.

Zhang Jie turned his head and saw Lin Ran lowering her head, burying her small face in her scarf, her ears red.

Looking at her like that, Zhang Jie felt amused.

Someone who is over two thousand, almost three thousand years old, yet still acts like a young maiden.

Zhang Jie chuckled lightly, reversed his grip on the warm little hand, and tucked it into his palm.

Neither spoke; although Zhang Jie didn't know what Lin Ran was thinking, his own heart felt rather emotional.

For life, going from immature to mature, then from mature to old, this series that seems like growth is actually life's aging, a characteristic of a person heading toward aging and death.

For human emotions, if observed from a genetic or life perspective, it is the body's hormone-secreting ability gradually weakening, and the corresponding emotions gradually stabilizing.

In other words, if a person always maintains a youthful appearance, his spirit will not age.

Just like Lin Ran at this very moment.

But this time, they silently agreed not to set any flags, merely watching the fireworks quietly....

After spending a fulfilling and perfect day, Zhang Jie was again pulled by Lin Ran to several other vacation cities to play; after all, it was a hard-won vacation for Lin Ran, and Zhang Jie didn't want to disappoint her, so he readily agreed.

Little did they know, an accident would arrive even sooner than tomorrow...

At the Prosperous Star starport.

A large number of interstellar warships undergo inspection here, and are allowed to proceed only after passing safety checks.

The warship piloted by Weiniya was currently undergoing security scanning, and after confirming her identity, she was cleared.

This identity was naturally forged, as the Alliance's sole planetary outpost, its security forces are very strong.

But to Weiniya, these people are nothing more than a single stroke of her sword.

The warship slowly descended onto the port; Weiniya lifted her luggage, her current identity being a tourist visiting Prosperous State.

In this Star Sea, extremely powerful individuals are rare; the strength of this Star Sea has always come from civilizations, not individuals.

Even without Lin Ran overseeing it, the current Alliance's fleet is sufficient to contend with any civilization.

Opening her phone, Weiniya began carefully reading the information sent by her employer.

The other party is the second son of a senior executive at a certain interstellar company; according to the information he provided, he privately engages in the resale of sentient machines.

Note that sentient machines are not mere machinery; they are machine lifeforms that have self-evolved, possessing intelligence, emotions, and even souls.

The systems of sentient machines are not as complex as those of carbon-based life; the sentient machines that are resold will have their systems reset, and reset sentient machines are easier to manipulate and shape into various forms than carbon-based life, making them a product beloved by many wealthy individuals in the Star Sea.

After verification by technicians within the assassin organization, the other party's claims proved true, which is also why Weiniya chose to accept the commission.

The other party just turned twenty-five this year, has average individual strength, and is currently vacationing on Prosperous Star with his girlfriend.

Killing him is as easy as flipping a palm!

"Is it the parallel spacetime crossing technology?"

For Weiniya, this task is not a problem; the key is the parallel spacetime shuttle technology.

If this technology is real, how should I face my teacher?

If I were to take the teacher from the parallel spacetime, would another me lose his teacher?

Although... the other teacher in the parallel spacetime is not the real one, belonging to myself...

But...

Another me! Sorry!

Weiniya's mind was filled with wild thoughts, her brain playing out a melodramatic soap opera unimaginable to ordinary people; as she thought, she realized she seemed to have opened champagne midway, and hastily gathered her thoughts.

Who knows whether this parallel spacetime crossing technology is real? At least Weiniya finds it somewhat unbelievable.

After all, the Star Sea hosts many civilizations with strange ascension systems; producing all sorts of odd things would not be surprising.

"We can only hope it's real..."

As Weiniya slowly walked toward the warship port bound for land, the extremely urbanized planet gradually loomed larger before her eyes.

"I've heard... there once was a beautiful story here..."

"The former leader of the Alliance ignited a star with a mortal body.."

It's not surprising that Weinina knows this; the age-old tale has been adapted into films by countless interstellar companies, and everyone knows a different version of this Alliance history.

There are Insect disaster versions, stone-person versions, but the ending inevitably involves charging toward the star.

For Weinina, who enjoys intense surfing online, this is naturally known; although the interstellar network platform once leaked genuine footage of him at that time, Weiniya did not actively watch it, only learning after viewing a certain remake film.

Perhaps she never imagined that the leader who ignited the star was once the teacher who accompanied her on travels around the world.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Prosperous Star, Zhang Jie was forcibly being dragged by Lin Ran to shop for clothes.

"Does this look good?"

"It looks good."

"How about this one?"

"It also looks good."

All one could see was Zhang Jie laden with shopping bags from head to toe; now it was his turn to become a shopping machine—even as strong as a tenth-level gene warrior, he inevitably felt fatigued while accompanying a girl on a shopping trip.

This fatigue comes not from the body, but from the mind, from deep within the soul...

At this moment, his mind is filled with all sorts of bizarre, nonsensical things.

For example, as he now looks at the trash can before him, a question gradually arises in his mind.

"Is the trash can the true concept god?"

After all, no matter how awesome a thing's qualities are, as long as it enters the trash can, then it is trash.

The left brain beating the right brain, Zhang Jie felt as if he were about to become an idiot; in a vague sense, it seemed as if drool was about to hang from the corner of his mouth...

Lin Ran seemed not to notice Zhang Jie's oddness; after casually hanging the two shopping bags on Zhang Jie's neck, she pulled him and was about to leave.

The two were walking down the street; at this very moment, a gleaming golden flying knife attacked instantly, flying straight toward the back of Zhang Jie's head...