Chapter 200

“In the world of natural humans, emotions aren’t a concept.

Instead, there are more direct and concise terms like reproduction, mating, and birth.

Yet Mo Yin, known as the seventh-generation natural human, unexpectedly regained this module after experiencing one small world after another.

He felt, experienced, puzzled over, learned, and finally assimilated and elevated himself.

The black whip had a leather shell and a core made of a special material. Mo Yin had retrieved it from the outer universe with great difficulty, crafting it into a unique weapon. It wasn’t for fighting but for tormenting people. Not everyone had the good fortune for this to be the whip’s first time.

Tianshu clearly was a suitable subject for this exercise.

While wearing his outer robe, he looked elegant and ethereal. Without it, his proportions and lines were excellent, his limbs appearing exceptionally slender. As the whip cracked through the air, Tianshu dodged it with extreme agility. Physically, compared to the weak natural humans of this world, he and Mo Yin were evenly matched.

What was even more commendable was that Mo Yin didn’t see any signs of panic or fear on Tianshu’s face. Tianshu remained calm, his eyes still gleaming.

As the whip returned to his palm, Mo Yin gazed at Tianshu’s face, lips curling slightly upward, gradually tightening his grip on the whip.

Tianshu’s expression grew tense, his gaze following Mo Yin’s hands. His heart felt as though it was being squeezed bit by bit. Mo Yin was clearly doing this intentionally, deliberately creating a tense atmosphere.

He must be an expert in tormenting people, Tianshu thought—then the whip lashed out again!

The cell was silent, only filled with the sound of the whip cutting through the air and their footsteps.

The corridor wasn’t spacious, leaving Tianshu little room to dodge. When he tried to evade towards the right exit, there was a crack, and his arm was struck. Tianshu grunted, clutching his sleeve where it had been ripped open, breathing heavily as he moved away.

The whip returned to Mo Yin’s hand. He lowered his head to sniff it lightly, a slightly sweet, metallic scent of blood. He looked up, Tianshu’s expression still composed. The light-colored fabric on his sleeve had split open, leaving a shallow cut on his bicep.

Mo Yin’s feelings were complex at this moment.

He was both excited and pained. Natural humans acquired emotions post-birth, blending cruel instincts with tender affection. His chest rose and fell slightly as Mo Yin murmured softly, “I allow you to resist.”

Tianshu lowered his hand from covering his wound, smiling wryly. “I would like to resist, if you’d be fair enough to give me a weapon.”

“I am fair to you.”

Mo Yin’s tone was meaningful. “You should know that.”

Tianshu had no time to grasp the meaning behind Mo Yin’s words as the whip struck again.

Again, he dodged, his movements from initially agile gradually becoming somewhat clumsy. The whip cracked against his back with a “crack.” His skin burned with pain, yet he unexpectedly laughed. The smile flickered at the corners of his mouth, vanishing. The whip followed closely behind him. Tianshu suddenly turned, narrowly avoiding the whip’s path brushing past his eye. In that instant, he swiftly raised his hand, seizing the whip. The inertia left a fiery red mark on his palm.

Tianshu’s panting breath gradually calmed. His earlier distress was partly genuine, partly an act. He feigned weakness, waiting for the opportunity to strike back.

The whip stretched taut between their hands, almost breaking in their struggle.

Their gazes met intensely.

Perhaps because he had never experienced such physical pain before, Tianshu’s mind also grew somewhat muddled.

He suddenly felt that the way Mo Yin looked at him carried a hint of amusement—not malicious mockery, just a kind of intimate pleasure.

In that brief distraction, the whip was forcibly yanked away.

The whip, like a sentient snake, returned to Mo Yin’s palm. Tianshu’s hand lay open, flesh and blood churning on it, deep and coarse wounds. He gazed somewhat dazedly at Mo Yin, who silently observed him. After a moment, Mo Yin said, “Put on your clothes and come with me.”

The inscrutable commander turned away. Tianshu turned back into the cell, reaching out to Charlie for his outer robe. Charlie exaggeratedly mouthed silently, “And me?”

“Wait.”

Tianshu replied in kind.

With the robe draped over him, covering the wound, Tianshu folded his hands behind his back, still maintaining his dignified appearance. He gazed at Mo Yin’s departing figure, pondering both Mo Yin’s intentions and his own escape plan.”

There were ways, even though Commander Yi Qu didn’t expect such an encounter in District Nine. For his own safety, he always had some backup plans.

Yet a strong curiosity made Tianshu temporarily abandon his thoughts of leaving.

Commander of District Nine, this person had only existed in his mind based on public information. Before coming here, he had investigated Mo Yin’s background extensively, seen pictures of him, and had a rough idea of what to expect. But seeing Mo Yin in person made him realize how flat and impoverished his imagination had been.

From underground to the surface, the scene remained dim. Old energy sources were abandoned, and new ones were scarce. District Nine was a lost place in the entire alliance.

Tianshu told Charlie that once they tackled District Nine, everything else would become much simpler. Deep down, he truly believed that District Nine deserved everyone’s respect.

Mo Yin silently led the way ahead, with Tianshu quietly following.

This was their second meeting in this world.

Both encounters had been fraught with violence, yet the atmosphere between them now was calm.

It was odd, but neither of them found it strange.

When Mo Yin pushed open the door, Tianshu felt like he had entered a new cell.

The room was small and tidy, barely accommodating a bed, a modest-sized wardrobe, and a desk and chair so plain that they wouldn’t attract a second glance at a market in District One.

“Please, have a seat.”

Tianshu observed the surroundings and sat down on the chair.

Mo Yin opened the wardrobe, and Tianshu realized this was probably where Mo Yin lived…

His gaze quickly scanned the narrow single bed, almost unable to detect any trace of someone having slept there.

“What are you looking at?”

Tianshu turned his head.

Mo Yin held a box, looking down at him thoughtfully from above.

For some reason, Tianshu felt a slight warmth in his face.

“Are we entering the negotiation phase now?” he promptly adjusted his tone, polite.

“Weren’t we always negotiating?”

Mo Yin placed the box on the table and opened it, revealing a healing spray.

Medicine had fallen into decline in this era; all research had shifted to genetics. After deciphering the genetic code, humans no longer had the concept of disease. Life’s end was as natural as the blooming and wilting of flowers, becoming an inevitable natural selection. To extend life now depended on evolution, and all current evolution pointed toward the mental realm. Thus, medicine had ceased to exist.

Since awakening mental powers first, mental abilities had gradually replaced everything else.

Items like the healing spray were discovered and researched from old books by District Nine to cope with war.

The outer robe was removed again.

Tianshu opened his palm.

The cold spray trembled on the surface of his skin.

Mo Yin looked at Tianshu.

Tianshu was also looking up at him, his confusion unconcealed.

Fingers picked at the tattered sleeves, Mo Yin sprayed the mist, “Do you find it hard to understand?”

Tianshu considered for a moment, “I can understand.”

“How do you understand?”

Mo Yin turned away from him.

Tianshu, gentle, indeed seemed to be negotiating as the highest commanders of two enforcement districts, rather than having just experienced bizarre imprisonment and beatings. Without any bias, he replied, “District Nine deserves anger.”

The wounds on his back were not treated with the cold spray but with another icy touch.

Leather gloves brushed over the wounds, the surrounding muscles and skin twitched slightly, Tianshu’s body slowly tensed, his breath held.

The air in District Nine seemed heavier with the smell of metal than in other enforcement districts, strong, pungent.

“You misunderstood me.”

Mo Yin lowered his head slightly, his breath spraying over the reddened, rolled-up skin in front of him.

“I have no noble intentions. Don’t mistake me for District Nine’s savior. Everything I do, all rules and principles, have only one purpose.”

Warm breath approached closer, ambiguously wandering around Tianshu’s nape. He felt a slight hint of ambiguity, as if he were about to be preyed upon by a beast. His neck veins pulsed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, as hurried and messy as the wounds being picked at.

The cold, soft sensation on his shoulder made Tianshu abruptly turn his head.

Snow-white hair fell by his ear, and he saw Mo Yin’s profile. His eyelashes were lowered, and his lips lightly brushed against Tianshu’s shoulder through his shirt. Sensing Tianshu’s turn, those pale lips moved quietly to the right, gently parting to say, “That’s what makes me happy.”

Tianshu kept his back straight. He murmured, “Does launching an attack make you happy?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Leather gloves gripped his nape. Mo Yin rested his chin on Tianshu’s shoulder, their faces almost touching. “An unordered world is the best.”

“In fact, the commander of District Three is quite innovative, don’t you think? Everyone else is too stuck in their ways, only he’s taken a special path.”

“If everyone in this world had mental powers, including AI, imagine what the world would become.”

Tianshu paused, contemplating seriously. “It would be wonderful.”

“No,” Mo Yin uttered the deepest voice hidden in his heart, “it would be boring.”

He turned his face, meeting Tianshu’s lifted gaze.

“You arrived just in time, otherwise I’d have been bored to death.”

Mo Yin’s gaze swept over Tianshu’s facial contours.

Relying on mental power, by the time Mo Yin’s generation of natural humans arose, appearances had unquestionably approached perfection. Tianshu’s face, however, was far from perfect. His features were handsome, a blend of ruggedness and softness, not overly aggressive, yet his eyes were spirited, revealing a powerful soul residing within.

“You’ve changed me,” Mo Yin said, “have I changed you?”

Tianshu looked puzzled, not only because he couldn’t grasp the meaning of Mo Yin’s words, but also because he felt Mo Yin wasn’t conversing with him, but with someone else. This discomfort unsettled him.

“I think you’ve misunderstood me.”

He adjusted his tone, attempting to steer the conversation back to what he considered manageable.

“I intend to run for Executor, not to be a savior.”

Tianshu’s tone was sincere, not trying to cater to Mo Yin. “Purely seeking control over everything. You’re right about the District Three Commander; I think there’s merit in his approach. I hope to explore further, perhaps discover more interesting possibilities.”

In their brief exchange, Tianshu judged Mo Yin as capricious, deeply calculating, aggressive, morally ambiguous, and excessively self-aware…

Although these sounded like negative adjectives, Tianshu made a private clarification within himself.

He felt no animosity towards the Commander of District Nine.

They were kindred spirits, he could sense it.

That desire to tear apart the current order.

Mo Yin looked at him with neither coldness nor warmth. Tianshu didn’t want to resort to drastic measures, but if Mo Yin truly went mad and decided to execute him, he had no choice.

“Do you know what your expression looks like right now?” Mo Yin said.

Tianshu instinctively smiled, a diplomatic smile. “Is it unattractive?”

“It’s very insincere.”

A more cutting assessment than unattractive, but Tianshu maintained his smile. “Is it?”

Next moment, Mo Yin pinched his chin.

As Commander of District One, being repeatedly subjected to having his chin pinched was quite rare.

Tianshu didn’t flinch, nor did he have any space to flinch.

Mo Yin held his nape and pinched his chin, firmly fixing his entire head in place.

This was an area where mental powers could be used.

Their mental powers were evenly matched, and Tianshu was injured. Clearly, it wasn’t the best time to retaliate physically.

The art of politics lay in compromise, and Tianshu was compromising.

“I don’t like you smiling like that,” Mo Yin stared at his lips, lightly saying. Although he was indeed retaliating against being kept in the dark and made confused in the several worlds, he also disliked any semblance of affectation in front of him.

The lips that had curved upwards quickly returned to their normal curve.

Now, it was Mo Yin’s turn to smile. He gazed into Tianshu’s eyes and sincerely said, “That’s much better.”

Tianshu’s mood became peculiar.

The feeling of seeing others through oneself grew stronger.

When Mo Yin leaned in to kiss his lips, Tianshu instinctively dodged. Mo Yin’s lips hovered in the air, but the hand gripping the back of his neck and the hand pinching his chin exerted force simultaneously, forcibly turning him back.

“My dear,” Mo Yin’s smile was gentle despite the forceful action, “I won’t allow you to resist at this moment.”