Chapter 938: Hybrid Free Person?! Sacrificial Scapegoat?!

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"I'm so hungry, someone save me."

In the living room, Lin Yang lies on his back on the sofa, with a face that says "life has no appeal."

"If you're hungry, go make it yourself; you didn't grow hands?" Luo Shuangshuang says irritably.

She is applying fake eyelashes in front of the mirror; hearing a wailing howl, her hand trembles and almost drops them on the floor.

Lin Yang casts a sideways glance and asks, "Doing makeup for ghosts this late at night?"

Luo Shuangshuang pushes aside his hair‑covered thigh and says, "What business is it of yours?"

Lin Yang clicks his tongue twice, glances twice with a bored look, then gets up and heads to the kitchen.

Halfway there, he turns back and asks, "What do you want to eat?"

Luo Shuangshuang suddenly slows her movements, thinks seriously, then flicks her hand and says, "Anything, I'll eat whatever you make."

"Again with 'anything,' you know I hate that word the most," Lin Yang says with a dissatisfied expression.

"I want dragon meat; Chef Lin, could you make it for me?" Luo Shuangshuang puts on a flattering face.

"Tch~" Lin Yang curls his lip, turns and enters the kitchen.

From the spacious first floor, the exhaust hood roars continuously.

When a pot of noodles finishes cooking, the inner room's door opens.

Lin Yang, hearing the sound, peeks in and unexpectedly says, "Su Yang, are you hungry too?"

Having heard nothing for so long, he had thought Su Yang was already asleep.

He glances at the wall clock and finds it's already eleven p. m.

"Can't sleep, come out for some fresh air," Su Yang says.

"I just cooked a lot; shall we eat together?" Lin Yang lifts his bowl to suggest.

"Thanks for the effort," Su Yang smiles gently.

Seeing that smile, Lin Yang suddenly feels dazed.

He even feels a bit astonished.

"What's going on, why does my heart feel warm?" Lin Yang thinks to himself.

He hurriedly shakes his head and looks again intently.

When he carefully studies Su Yang's face, he suddenly discovers a wave of tranquility rising from his heart.

It's rather strange.

It also carries a hint of absurdity.

Completely opposite to the previous fierceness.

As if possessed by someone else, becoming a different person.

Holding his doubts, Lin Yang silently packs the noodles and places them on the table.

The three of them pick up chopsticks and eat in silence.

Slurping noodles at midnight is truly pleasant.

"It's a bit dry; any chili sauce?" Luo Shuangshuang asks.

"There's a jar of garlic chili sauce in the fridge; would you like some?" Lin Yang gets up.

"Either works, the plain broth is bland," Luo Shuangshuang nods and takes it.

"Give me some too," Su Yang proactively passes his bowl over.

Luo Shuangshuang scoops a big spoonful for herself, then gives Su Yang two small spoonfuls.

Then the three of them bury their heads and eat ravenously, saying nothing.

These stolen moments of leisure amid busyness are truly precious.

Even though it's only a brief one‑month buffer period.

At this moment, everyone selectively forgets the Death Game and immerses themselves in the food.

Soon, the elevator doors open.

Qin Weiyang and Wang Yuning walk out together.

Su Yang, hearing the sound, suddenly turns his head and sees the two in pajamas, their faces radiant.

There is not a hint of fatigue in their brows.

"Can't sleep?"

"A bit unsettled, can't quite say," Qin Weiyang pulls out a chair and sits.

Wang Yuning pours a glass of water, takes two sips, and then comes to the table.

"Worried about performing poorly in the next Death Game?" Su Yang asks.

"Not really, I just always feel a little uneasy inside," Qin Weiyang shakes her head.

Anxiety?

Su Yang gazes at her face for a moment, then gives Lin Yang a subtle signal.

The latter understands and immediately goes to the kitchen to bring two bowls of noodles.

"Eat something; once your stomach's full, all worries disappear," Lin Yang hands over the chopsticks.

"Thank you," Wang Yuning reaches out and takes them.

Watching the two women eat leisurely, Su Yang ponders for a while, then says, "About Free Persons... how much do you know?"

The sudden question catches everyone off guard.

Qin Weiyang puts down her chopsticks, takes a napkin to wipe her mouth, and asks, "Is there a problem with Huang Hua?"

Su Yang nods then shakes his head, "He's indeed a Free Person, but not orthodox."

Ah?

Lin Yang was instantly stunned, "Free Persons also have a pureblood and hybrid distinction?"

Not a buddy.

I've heard of the mixed‑pure distinction for pets.

Damn, Huang Hua is actually a hybrid too.

Su Yang, hearing that description, couldn't help but let the corner of his mouth lift, and nodded, "A hybrid is an unfiltered being that contains impurities."

"A true Free Person doesn't need to rely on any power."

"Do you still remember the Wish Opportunity?"

"Yin Yun asked the Divine for Resurrection, and it was mixed with Divine power."

"Because they exploited a loophole in the rules, they can barely be counted as a Free Person."

This…

Everyone glanced at each other, all seeing incomprehension and confusion in the others' eyes.

"I didn't understand," Lin Yang shook his head.

Su Yang took a sip of soup, set down his bowl, and briefly recounted his conversation with the mysterious person.

He selected only the essence, skipping most of the idle chatter.

A moment later, when Su Yang took his second sip, he saw four stunned faces.

Among them, Lin Yang exaggeratedly had his eyeballs nearly pop out.

"Free Persons actually have this much Freedom of Expression Space?!"

"And also… the Ascend God Seed actually has such a huge restriction?"

Luo Shuangshuang, standing aside, exclaimed in surprise, "Is this really a scam?"

Qin Weiyang, though startled, did not lose composure, "The Old Era is fading, will the Old God fall?"

Wang Yuning remained silent, but his slightly trembling hand plainly explained everything.

Without exaggeration, if the information Su Yang revealed tonight spreads, it could overturn an entire New Era!

Such earth‑shattering secret exceeds the comprehension scope of everyone present.

"Abandoning Innate Talent, is that possible?" Lin Yang asked.

"If the Death Game doesn't rely on Innate Talent, I truly can't imagine what outcome would result," Wang Yuning said.

"Moreover… since the New Era is a special existence, why don't those major Organization forces directly invade and annex?" Luo Shuangshuang voiced her doubt.

Su Yang took a paper to wipe his mouth and said calmly, "There are many things we haven't encountered yet, and we still can't find answers."

"The mysterious person's words can't be taken as entirely true; the specifics still need verification."

"But one thing is certain… Eight Tier is definitely not the limit; there must be some restriction within it."

"Then I have only three months left, during which I need to find balance."

"Otherwise, I can only choose a side."

"Either stand on the Old God's side, or…"

"Isolated and helpless!"

But…

Qin Weiyang wanted to speak but stopped, feeling a bit of logical dissonance.

Luo Shuangshuang asked, "Even if the Ascend God Seed is a scam, what of it? At least you can quickly boost your strength, and the Golden Throne is also concrete."

Lin Yang nodded in agreement, "Right, the Old God will fall; when you sit in that position, you should have the ability to Twist everything, right?"

Su Yang raised an eyebrow, chuckled and shook his head, "Don't speak so definitively; the Golden Throne is contested by so many, it's not something you can just sit on."

A matter without even a single stroke of the eight characters, now fantasizing is perhaps premature.

Moreover…

Even if you truly sit there, according to the mysterious person's words.

It's nothing more than a scapegoat.