It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 635 I am a good person
Ling Feiran stared blankly at the four cards that shimmered with silver light.

After a long while, her gaze shifted downwards and landed on Amir's corpse.

She felt a sudden pang of fear, abruptly released the nail, and withdrew her blood-stained hands.

My heart was pounding.

—I killed someone…

The thought appeared with crystal clarity in her mind.

—No, I didn't kill anyone, I killed the aliens!

Another thought heavily superimposed the previous one.

But thinking like this can only alleviate her guilt; it cannot relieve her current panic and tension.

She had always been a law-abiding and honest person, and this was the first time she had done something so outrageous that she was deeply moved and could not calm down for a long time.

Ling Feiran took a deep breath and silently repeated in her heart: "I did nothing wrong, he deserved to die, I did nothing wrong, I was forced to kill him, I am a good person..."

She wiped away her tears, took some time to calm herself, and refocused her attention on the cards.

Four cards, four different designs.

The designs were all abstract, making it impossible to tell which card she needed.

She looked carefully, searched patiently, and after several comparisons, chose a card whose image most closely resembled a musical note to process.

The "musician" part has been digested.

The deck gained a slight increase. Pollution level: 11%.

[You have come to understand the language of the world; the sounds of wind, rain, and tides will all become your musical notes. When music resonates with your soul, your combat power will change accordingly. Please name your new skill.]

Ling Feiran felt disappointed.

She chose the right card, but it didn't fit her deck, resulting in only a "minor growth".

"I finally mustered up the courage, but this is the result..." Ling Feiran smiled bitterly.

She murmured to herself, "I just didn't want to suffer anymore, and I wanted to rely on the cards to make things easier for myself. Is that not allowed? Why isn't there a single card that can numb me and make me forget the pain... I envy Feng Ling so much. Even after being treated like that, I never saw her sad..."

It was no secret in the orphanage that Feng Ling was abused by her adoptive family when she was a child, and that she was returned to the family after a neighbor called the police. Everyone knew about it.

During that time, Feng's mother felt extremely guilty. She thought she had found a well-off family for her child, but the adoptive parents concealed her medical history—her wife had lost her fertility due to a miscarriage and suffered from a serious mental illness.

Feng's mother was worried that her child might do something rash, so she urged everyone to take good care of Feng Ling.

However, Feng Ling showed no abnormality. It was as if she had just gone on a two-month trip and returned to continue ruling the orphanage, and was very eager to share her adoption experience:
Have you ever seen a cream cake that you can't even hug with both hands?

Have you ever worn a sparkly princess dress like those in cartoons?

Have you ever tried chocolate that oozes fragrant cream and jam when you bite into it?

The children were confused, unable to tell whether Feng Ling had been abused or was enjoying herself.

But Ling Feiran had seen Feng Ling's injuries. When the wounds scabbed over, they were itchy and painful. Feng Ling couldn't sleep and would roll around in bed, asking Ling Feiran to help him scratch the itch.

Thinking of Feng Ling, Ling Feiran seemed to gain some courage, wiped away her tears and slowly calmed down.

There were still three cards in front of her, and she definitely couldn't process any more of them. But if she handed them over to the Oversight Bureau, it would expose her killing of Amir.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if it's exposed; it's just that she can't get over her own mental block and doesn't want to be under too much scrutiny.

Everyone has their own way of surviving, and too much attention will make Ling Feiran feel pressured.

Ling Feiran thought of Yalana and her two children.

Previously, in order to prevent her two children from being controlled by music, she had converted them into saints.

If they absorb these cards, will Yarana and her family be able to survive?
The saint believed she could free herself from suffering, and she should do something to repay that trust.

Moreover, when Amir attacked her today, the saints not only shared the damage but also gave her strength, which is why she had the power to chase Amir all the way to this hidden tunnel. The once weak her has now become a strong and resilient presence in the eyes of another group; she shouldn't let them down.

Ling Feiran called out to Yalana in her heart, conveying her location through her thoughts.

Outside, the rain was pouring down, and the downpour showed no signs of abating. Inside the factory, the water was gradually deepening, and water slowly began to flow from the dried-up sewage pipe.

At first it was just a thin stream, but then it went up to Ling Feiran's ankles and the water level continued to rise.

Ling Feiran continued to wait patiently.

Finally, Yarana arrived with her two children.

"My Lord, it's so good to see you safe and sound!" Yalana said excitedly.

Ling Feiran nodded slightly and said to Yalana, "There are three cards here. You and the children can each choose one."

“Thank you! This must be a blessing from God!” Yalana pulled the two children in front of her. “Quickly, each of you choose one.”

The child, young and bewildered, reached out to grab the cards.

The card was absorbed in an instant.

There's only one left.

Seeing that Yalana hadn't made a move, Ling Feiran asked, "Yalana, don't you want the cards?"

Yalana said worriedly, "I have a son named Pashan, and I want to leave this card to him... but I can't find him anywhere, and I don't know where he went."

Ling Feiran comforted her: "You still have two children who need your care. You must live well until you find Pashan."

Yalana nodded and took the card.

Ling Feiran asked, "What are your cards?"

“My card is the Bard, and its ability is to gain the target’s trust and lower their guard,” Yarana replied.

Yarana's daughter said, "My card is a juggler, whose abilities are walking on a tightrope and making darts."

Yalana's youngest son said, "My card is the Wandering Performer. Its ability is to randomly steal an item from a backpack when attacking. Hmm... but Mom taught us that stealing is wrong."

The little boy looked conflicted, unable to accept the ability he had acquired.

Ling Feiran thought for a moment, “Stealing is indeed wrong, but… taking items from a backpack doesn’t count as stealing, because the alien’s backpack is essentially a weapon. If we don’t want to be harmed by the aliens, we must weaken their weapons. Doing so is to protect ourselves, and it’s a righteous act.”

The little boy seemed to understand, but didn't quite, and nodded.

As the group talked, the water in the sewage pipe was flowing rapidly, and the water level had risen to their calves.

Ling Feiran left with Yalana and her family.

She heard the splashing sound of water, turned around, and saw Amir's body being washed away by the rain, gradually disappearing into the distance.

She was filled with mixed emotions—

Your card didn't bring me salvation, but I still want to thank you, Amir, because your death will save many lives.

Perhaps, this is the true salvation.

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The drunkard suddenly stood up from his seat, spilling the mineral water he was holding all over himself.

Meteor glanced at her and said calmly, "Poets always like to use sophistry. He has his own set of logic. You don't need to pay too much attention to it. Just tell him that the dwarf sheep are in our hands."

“Message failed to send,” the drunkard looked up at the shooting star in disbelief. “The game character… is dead.”

(End of this chapter)