Twin Cities: I am the man of many myths

Chapter 81 Good evening, Mr. Victor

Piltover

In the exclusive building belonging to Councillor Tallis, a sickly-looking, pale-skinned, black-haired young man leaning on a cane pushed open the door of the laboratory with difficulty, fatigue written all over his face.

"Victor, why are you here? You should get some rest."

In the laboratory, Jace, who was reading some documents, heard the sound of the door opening and turned around. Seeing that the person coming in was Victor, he frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Compared to me, you are the one who needs to rest more now. Mel has already told me, Jace, have you not rested for two days?" A gentle voice sounded. Victor looked up at the table and saw densely packed materials piled up in a mess, with various notes made by Jace on them.

Jace sat in a chair, looking tired. He put his hand on his forehead and said in a deep voice, "I'm resting. You don't need to worry about me."

Walking to the table, Victor reached out and touched the papers. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Jace and shook his head, saying, "Jace, I don't care."

"But I care!" Jace stood up suddenly, looked at Victor, and said seriously: "Don't give up, Victor, I will help you perfect the Hex Core, and I will definitely succeed."

"Did you succeed?" Victor nodded undeniably and said softly, "I believe in you, Jace, you will succeed. You are the most powerful person I have ever met. However, not now, Jace, you have too much burden on your shoulders now."

"The professor is right. Hextech has made us lose our way. You lost yourself in your reputation, and I lost myself in my desire to survive."

Victor reached out and grabbed the paper draft made by Jace, crumpled it into a ball, and opened his lips, "Remember? Jace, we were not like this before."

"."Jace was silent.

After a moment, he said to Victor:
"I know, Victor. I apologize to you. When you needed me the most, I, I... Anyway, Victor, I have applied to resign from the position of congressman. I will not be a congressman anymore."

He understood what Victor meant. He had indeed lost himself and forgotten what he originally wanted.

He lost himself in fame and fortune, but after learning about Viktor's physical condition, Jayce immediately put all his focus on Viktor.

During this time, Jace was certain of one thing, that is, being a senator and being the center of attention, he did enjoy the honor, but the responsibilities that came with the honor and identity, as well as the intrigues of political interests, all made Jace feel exhausted.

When did he forget his original happiness?

It’s probably the time when you put on the uniform of a congressman, walk to the front of the stage, put down the hammer and become a politician.

"Jace, that's not the problem." Victor shook his head. "It's this thing. We really can't study it any further."

"Hextech is not as simple as we thought, especially after being integrated with runes. The Hextech core is just as the professor said. It is not something we can control."

"Then what do you want me to do!" Jayce yelled at Victor. After several days of fruitless research, he was under all kinds of pressure and had not had enough rest. Jayce was furious.

Piltover's problems, Zaun's problems, Noxus' problems, Viktor's problems
I became a councillor, but faced many problems, none of which I could solve!

Especially the question about Victor!
"Hextech doesn't belong to me, Jace Tallis, alone. It belongs to both of us! You said give up, Victor, so what do you want me to do? Do you want me to watch my best brother die in front of me? Do you want me to do nothing? Have you ever thought about how I feel?"

Victor stared at Jace blankly and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Jace stared at Victor in shock, then sat back in despair, slumped on the stool, covered his face with his hands, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Victor, I didn't mean it. I've just been too chaotic lately."

"But, Victor, I won't listen to you on this matter. Please wait until I bring you good news."

Jace didn't look at Victor. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Law Enforcer!"

At Jace's call, the law enforcement officer responsible for protecting him walked in immediately.

He looked at Victor and pleaded, "Leave me alone, Victor."

Victor sighed and nodded, "Get some rest, Jace."

"I will."

Before leaving, Victor glanced at Jace, then left the laboratory.

Accompanied by the law enforcement officer, Victor exerted force on the staff.

Jayce was doing this for his own good, but the Hextech core was really not something they could control.

But is evolution really a good thing?

There was a hint of confusion in Victor's eyes.

Late at night, Victor sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the manuscript with the Hextech core engraved on it. After thinking about it, Victor finally sighed.

He said so many righteous words to Jace today, but in the end, facing the Hexcore, he hesitated again.

After a while, Victor put the manuscript on the bedside and prepared to go to sleep. His body could no longer allow him to sit and work for a long time.

Lying on the bed, Victor closed his eyes, cleared his mind of all random thoughts, and calmed his mind.

But suddenly he heard a sound.

At first, Victor thought it was a law enforcement officer on patrol, but after closing his eyes and frowning and listening carefully, Victor realized that something seemed wrong.

That rustling sound, like...someone talking outside the door?
"Ike, you're being a bit shady."

"I won't die anyway."

"Is this the door the professor is talking about?"

"Let me take a look."

"It's this door, Boss. Victor is inside."

Victor woke up instantly, sat up, then reached out for his cane and frowned at the iron gate.

He came to find me and knocked out the law enforcement officer?

This doesn't seem like something the people of Piltover would do, but will the people of Zaun cause trouble for him?

No. That's not possible. The Zaun people don't know him at all. So, is it the Noxians?

Because Jace rejected them, they planned to use themselves to take revenge on Jace?
Victor took a deep breath, but was not afraid, because this door was built by Jace specifically to protect him.

Ever since he had health problems, Victor moved to Jayce's residence. Jayce used the best resources for him, from daily life to safety. Victor's current treatment is better than that of a congressman.

The people outside were still talking, and they didn't lower their voices at all.

This made Victor even more certain that the people outside were Noxians.

Only they would be that crazy.

"I can't open it. This door... I can't break it open. How did you do this? Hiss, has the craftsmanship of Piltover reached this level? Boss, you are right. We should really learn from Piltover."

"Get out of the way, Ike, and let me do it."

After saying this, Victor noticed that the noise outside had quieted down, but immediately, the steel door made by Jayce began to shake.

"It's too noisy!"

"It's okay, just knock them out if you're discovered."

"."

After hearing this, Victor saw the door shaking violently. No, the whole house was shaking. Seeing this, he stood up, put on his coat, and walked towards the door with his crutches.

When they reached the edge of the door, Victor said, "Okay, whoever's outside, I'll open the door myself."

As he spoke, Victor reached out and pressed the button on the wall. When he got closer, he realized that the wall had cracked.
What kind of scene would have occurred if he had spoken a little later?
Victor thought about it and thought that the door and the wall were probably lifted up together. But, is this really something that human strength can do? Victor didn't know the weight of the door, but he thought it would be no less than two thousand kilograms.

With the sound of air waves, the door was opened by a mechanism, and in the light of the corridor, Victor saw the two young men in front of him.

One has black hair, the other has white hair, and they are wearing etc!

This is not Noxian!!!

And at this moment, the black-haired young man standing in the front, holding the door handle in his hand, looked at him and showed a sunny smile.

"Good evening, Victor."

"Ike, do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired young man next to him took out a sack, jumped in and put the sack on his head.

"Well--"

This was Victor's last sound before he fell into a coma.

(End of this chapter)