Chapter 1

“No. 7 Generation 01, current comprehensive report, assessment as follows.”

“Mental Power: Lower limit ‘super-class’, upper limit ‘unknown’.”

“Physical Ability: Lower limit ‘super-class’, upper limit ‘unknown’.”

“Training Performance: Average mental quantity passage in 9 nanoseconds.”

“Mission Performance: Average mental quantity task failure in 243 milliseconds, failure reason being ‘pillar energy unable to withstand the mental power of the task holder, causing world collapse’.”

“Emotional Value: Lack of data support, estimated to be 0.”

“Tendency for Self-Destruction: Judged to be absent.”

“Tendency for Defection: Judged to be absent.”

“Tendency for Evolution: Judged as ‘unknown’.”

“…”

“Based on the above data analysis, assessment of Generation 7, Model 01 – Passed the test, entry is permitted.”

*

Opening his eyes, surrounded by a blank canvas, in the familiar training room, Mo Yin disconnected and stepped out. The brightness outside made him squint, a hint of lake-like green flickering in his pupils.

“Hello, your post-unemployment reemployment tasks have all been completed. Congratulations on passing with a perfect score. Would you like to return to your position as the guardian of the full-channel antagonist department?”

“I can’t wait.”

“The coordinator is as dedicated as ever.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“Please proceed to the preparation room. A new task world is about to be opened for you.”

Mo Yin had his own separate preparation room, arranged according to his preferences, very simple and clean, with nothing but a sofa for rest.

Mo Yin sat back on the sofa, sinking into its soft, watery touch.

“Respected Antagonist Coordinator, welcome back. We will now activate the barrier for you.”

Mo Yin closed his eyes and released his mental power.

A web of ice-blue enveloped him.

“Barrier activated successfully.”

“Confirm identity.”

“Identity confirmed: Antagonist Coordinator, Mo Yin.”

“Numerical match successful, initiating a new world.”

The mechanical voice paused unexpectedly.

There was no familiar sensation of dissolution upon entering the small world, but rather a feeling of being frozen in a two-dimensional world. Mo Yin communicated with the system using his mental power, “What’s going on?”

“Respected Antagonist Coordinator, a new world will be opened for you this time.”

Mo Yin keenly sensed that the system’s mention of a “new world” meant more than just opening another world.

Sure enough, every subsequent statement from the system overturned Mo Yin’s previous understanding.

“This world has no plot, everything is unknown.”

“The only thing known is that you will become the biggest antagonist in this world, fighting against the protagonist.”

“The system will not accompany the coordinator, and I’m sorry, but no assistance will be provided.”

“Once you die in this world, you will immediately log out.”

“Please try your best to survive.”

The mechanical voice continued without giving Mo Yin a chance to ask questions.

“Goodbye, and good luck.”

The last syllable entered his ears, breaking the stalemate of the flat sensation. In an instant of Mo Yin’s unresponsive time, his mental power was abruptly uprooted by a tremendous force from within his body!

“Boom—”

As if a giant hand was slamming his body violently against the hard glass.

Explosive shattering, flying shards, burning heat, intense ringing in the ears… A terrifying sensation of dizziness engulfed Mo Yin. Trying to open his eyes, he felt sticky residue on his eyelashes, as if thick liquid had sealed them shut, rendering him utterly powerless.

Then, he smelled blood.

The strong, overwhelming scent of blood.

Pain crushed his body from all sides, from muscles to bones, every inch felt like it had been struck by heavy rocks, trembling uncontrollably with a stiff frequency. His chest felt like a broken bellows, breathing involuntarily, purely instinctual in its bid for survival, every breath accompanied by the pain of weeping blood.

Mo Yin had never experienced such a visceral sense of impending death.

It was too real as if his true self were undergoing death.

This was very wrong.

Whether it was the training world or the task world, all the small worlds he had experienced before felt like they were separated by a thin film, unable to truly affect his sensations in the slightest. His mental power towered over those worlds, only sensing a laughable sense of falsehood.

Such powerful energy.

Is the Alliance finally willing to give him something big?

Mo Yin couldn’t help but smile.

The gradually quieting chest suddenly had slow fluctuations with the intense outbreak of willpower.

“Hurry, hurry, my heart rate rising.”

Mo Yin heard chaotic shouts in his ears, the sound of wheels rolling on the ground, and the sticky heaviness covering his eyelids slowly rolled away. He struggled to open his eyes a crack and saw the dazzling, swaying white light, reminiscent of the training world, but not as scorching. Then, his consciousness plunged into boundless darkness…

“Are you nervous?”

A friendly and gentle female voice.

Mo Yin turned his face toward the voice and saw a face without features.

This scene should be horrifying, yet he felt no fear.

“Xiao Yin won’t be nervous,” a male voice came from ahead, sounding like a middle-aged man, with a proud tone, “he’s going to fly planes in the future.” After speaking, the middle-aged man turned his head to look back.

Another face without features.

Mo Yin instinctively felt that the other person must have smiled at him.

His fingers seemed to be holding something, and Mo Yin looked down at his palm. He was holding a dark yellow file bag, with “First Air Force Aviation University” written on the front.

Memories of the past eighteen years flooded into his mind.

He was born into an ordinary family, his father was a taxi driver, and his mother was a cashier at a supermarket. His father, a local, had a small old house in the city, inherited from the previous generation, where the three of them lived comfortably. Despite some minor troubles, life was worry-free, and what pleased the couple most was that their ordinary family had raised an exceptionally outstanding son.

As their son, he possessed a bright mind, a healthy body, and a gentle and sensible character. Just turning eighteen this year, he had successfully passed the selection for the Air Force pilot training and was about to embark on the path of his aviation dreams.

Everything was so perfect.

Until that truck came roaring.

*

“How do you feel today?”

The nurse’s tone was gentle.

It had been more than ten days since the horrific major car accident. The teenager, who survived after struggling on the brink of life and death, had bandages on his head, lucky to have only suffered a few scrapes on his face. His handsome face was somewhat pale, and he smiled politely at the nurse. “Thank you, I feel fine.”

“If there’s any discomfort, please let me know promptly.”

The nurse checked the IV line. “Is the infusion speed okay?”

“It’s fine.”

The nurse controlled her expression, not showing excessive pity or sympathy, to avoid making the patient uncomfortable.

Since waking up from surgery, Mo Yin has remained calm and hasn’t asked about his parents’ condition. The nurse thought he probably guessed.

“I’ll leave now. Rest well,” the nurse said, turning around. After a few steps, she turned back, “Oh, do you need your phone?”

Three people died in the car accident, and one was seriously injured.

The phone was intact.

Mo Yin smiled and picked up the phone the nurse had placed on the table.

He had just been transferred out of the intensive care unit the day before yesterday, and his condition was already quite stable now. Although he felt like he was dying when he entered this world that day, the facts proved that he was far from death, and he recovered quickly.

What the system said before activating the world was all true.

During these few days, besides receiving memories of the past eighteen years of this character, he knew nothing else. Main storyline—none. Tasks—none. Information about the protagonist—equally none. And the annoying system that usually stuck to him was indeed absent.

What was this supposed to be? Freedom?

Mo Yin grinned, turned on the phone, and was instantly bombarded with missed calls, messages, and WeChat notifications.

He had heard from the doctor a few days ago when he was still in the ICU, that someone from his family had already come to visit him. It was his uncle, who had seen him from outside the ward and then left. Perhaps he was busy arranging things for his “parents” in this world. Anyway, his uncle hadn’t visited him since he was transferred to the regular ward, and the two taciturn caretakers had been taking care of him these days.

The messages in the phone were all from the days of the accident. They were severely delayed, so Mo Yin simply ignored them.

From birth, Mo Yin had always been under high-level protection, combined with his strong mental power, so he had never been injured.

These few days of experiencing pain were quite novel to him.

At the same time, Mo Yin was also curious about how much energy this world must have to make his sensations so real. It made him extremely interested in the possible encounters with the storyline and the protagonist.

The phone was undoubtedly a good source of information.

After getting into this world and then having a car accident, Mo Yin didn’t think the accident was just a background event. It must be related to the main storyline of this world.

“… Being squeezed to the point of breathlessness, having to take risks to meet the specified performance targets, many drivers who drive tired are known as the ‘Death Squad’ within Youcheng Logistics. Does such a title imply that Youcheng Logistics is actually well aware of the plight of these drivers? And how large a proportion does this ‘Death Squad’ occupy within Youcheng Logistics? As of the time of this report, Youcheng Logistics has not responded to the matter…”

“… A family of three, struck by misfortune, resulting in three deaths and one injury. Was it just a case of tired driving? Or is there someone behind the scenes who needs to take responsibility for this?”

“Everyone, I am deeply saddened by the occurrence of the 829 incident. When I founded Youcheng, my ideal was to build a conscientious company that is united, efficient and provides high-quality logistics services to consumers, and is responsible to society… Some rumors on the internet are purely fabricated… Our employees, in order to strive for performance bonuses, ignored the company’s safety manual, worked overtime in violation of regulations, and drove while fatigued, resulting in such a tragedy… Our company will take full responsibility for the losses caused to the victims’ families and will do our best to minimize their losses. We also earnestly request supervision from society and the public…”

With a sincere speech, the middle-aged man stood up, and bowed deeply. His hair was slightly graying, and as he bowed, a strand of white hair fell, and the flashlights blinked madly. After a moment, the middle-aged man lifted his face. Journalists zoomed in, capturing his tired face and slightly red eyes clearly.

The comments in the comment section were mixed.

“He didn’t pretend to be dead or evade responsibility, he stood up and took responsibility immediately. CEO Pei is really a man.”

“How much did the stock price drop? “

“Do you believe it when they say it was overtime work in violation of regulations?”

“It has been clarified that it was the employees who violated the safety manual. The ‘Death Squad’ is just a title, and Youcheng also has ‘Forward Team’ and ‘Vanguard Team’, which are just titles common in their era. Don’t make wild guesses, netizens.”

“How much to wash the floor upstairs? Take me with you.”

“I heard it was a family of three who got hit, the parents died on the spot, leaving only a son. How is Youcheng going to take responsibility? Will they bring back the dead?”

“Youcheng has always been doing charity. They have built many public welfare schools. I don’t know what contributions those keyboard warriors upstairs have made to society?”

“The family that got hit is so pitiful, it seems they were hit on their way to report to the university…”

“I heard the driver who caused the accident is also an orphan. It’s so tragic.”

“Really unlucky.”

“… “

Mo Yin closed the comment section of the video and looked thoughtfully at the snow-white wall in front of him.

Youcheng Logistics.

“Knock—”

The nurse pushed open the door, looking pleasantly surprised. “Someone is here to see you.”

Mo Honghai carried a basket of exquisite fruits, his face full of concern. “Xiao Yin, you’ve suffered a lot this time. Are you still in pain?”

Mo Yin looked at him quietly.

In his memory, Mo Honghai, his uncle, had always had an average relationship with their family. He was lazy, liked gambling, and was in debt.

A few days ago, when Mo Yin returned home, he happened to see Mo Honghai coming down the stairs cursing from their apartment hallway, saying, “Mo Hongshan, don’t be too proud. Do you think you’re so great just because you have a pilot son? You won’t be proud forever. Who knows who will be begging whom in the future—”

“Fortunately,” Mo Yin said, “the doctors and nurses have taken good care of me.”

Mo Honghai was not young, but his tolerance was not great. When he heard Mo Yin’s words, he immediately felt that Mo Yin might be secretly blaming him for not visiting him all this time.

Mo Honghai felt uncomfortable, but still smiled kindly, then sighed, and said, “These past few days, I’ve been busy with your parents’ affairs. Oh, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep for days. I’ve come to see you several times while you were still in intensive care, but you were always asleep, which made me worried…”

Mo Yin spoke softly, “Thank you, Uncle.”

Mo Honghai grunted and wiped the non-existent tears from the corner of his eyes. Then, he looked up and said, “Xiao Yin, this time, it’s really a disaster that fell from the sky. Fortunately, you’re still alive. At least I can give your parents some explanation. But your leg…” Mo Honghai hesitated and glanced at Mo Yin’s lower body.

“What’s wrong with my leg?” Mo Yin asked, playing along.

“You don’t know yet?” Mo Honghai frowned. “The doctor told me. Your leg, it’s bad. There’s a high chance of paralysis. You might have to use a wheelchair for the rest of your life!”

Mo Yin’s gaze fell to the raised area under the blanket.

Sure enough, he had been in pain all over these past few days, but he had completely lost sensation in his lower body.

“Such a good kid… Oh… you were supposed to become a pilot…” Mo Honghai’s voice trailed off.

Mo Yin remained silent, bowing his head, his profile serene.

Mo Honghai observed his expression and thought that Mo Yin must have been mentally dazed by the sudden bad news. He quickly seized the opportunity to say, “But Secretary Ding said that Mr. Pei is willing to help you get the best doctors for treatment abroad. Even if it doesn’t work, he’ll take care of you for the rest of your life. As long as you speak up, he’ll agree to any request. Mr. Pei is really kind-hearted. Logically, this matter has nothing to do with him. Xiao Yin, I think… why don’t we do this? Mr. Pei wants to come and see you tomorrow. When that happens, you can thank Mr. Pei properly. There will be reporters to witness it…”

“How much money?” Mo Yin interrupted Mo Honghai’s enthusiastic speech.

Mo Honghai was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly said, “How much money? That depends on what you mean, ah. Your university tuition, buying a house after marriage, Secretary Ding said, all of that can be included.”

Mo Yin smiled. His face looked very gentle and harmless, unlike his true self. He turned his face away and spoke softly, “No, I mean, how much money did you take to help them as a lobbyist?”

Mo Honghai was stunned again, and then his face turned red to the neck. He slapped his thigh as if he had been accused of something, pointing at Mo Yin indignantly, “Xiao Yin, what are you talking about? We are family. Why would I take any money? I’m doing this all for your own good!”

Mo Honghai looked at Mo Yin’s sickly pale face, his head wrapped in bandages, which looked pitiful no matter how you looked at it. He stood tall with his chest out, acting as if he had been wronged and was completely innocent.

Mo Yin said, “Uncle, I scored well enough this year to get into A University.”

Mo Honghai didn’t understand why Mo Yin suddenly mentioned this. He casually replied, “Mr. Pei can arrange that too. You can’t go to the Air Force Academy anymore, so you can go to A University instead. Think about it. This is all for your future. Why would I take any money?”

“You’ve misunderstood, that’s not what I meant.”

Mo Yin smiled gently, his tone as soft as a spring breeze, “What I meant was, suppose there’s a fool between you and me, who do you think it would be?”