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Chapter 422. Be happy.
Upon hearing this title, Jiang Jianxin was momentarily dazed.

She had always known that the sage revered by the world, the strategist who dominated the era, and the one described in old books and legends as having flawless plans and the ability to stir up the world with a wave of his hand, was herself.

Her deeds are recorded in the Book of Revelation, her legend is resounded by the storyteller's gavel, and even ten years later, when a group of geniuses, including parallel strategists and schemers, are deducing the outcome in front of the sand table, they will still solemnly utter those three words when they look at the old situation she left behind many years ago.

However, the lack of her memory left her as a mere bystander, only able to silently observe the legend from a distance, as if separated by an invisible, unbreakable wall.

But at this moment, that call gently pushed aside this barrier.

In that fleeting moment of confusion, a hard yet transparent, invisible barrier that had long enveloped her suddenly cracked open with a "crack".

No longer can we simply admire a magnificent painting titled "Knowing the Life of a Family Member" from behind a glass window.

Suddenly, the objects in the painting gained warmth and weight, which surged into her limbs and bones along the crack.

The glory, wonder, mountain-like responsibility, and shadowy loneliness that once belonged to the prophet family seemed to have found their way home, crashing into her long-empty soul.

Jiang Jianxin blinked, pulling himself out of that exceptionally ethereal feeling.

She smiled easily, relying on her intuition:

Of course, I used to be a prophet.

The answer, truth, also encourages:

Keep up the good work and get back to your peak as soon as possible!

Jiang Jianxin nodded, put down the newspaper, and left the brainwashing session at the Rose Group.

The tavern has three floors, as well as other rooms and entertainment options, but it gets a bit stuffy with so many people inside.

She went down the stairs, intending to go for a stroll outside, but saw someone standing at the top of the stairs.

Her figure is very similar to the dancer from earlier.

Jiang Jianxin walked down the stairs in astonishment. She saw the young dancer blocking her way. Before she could say anything, he took off his veil, revealing a familiar face.

"Qiao...Cen?"

Jiang Jianxin stammered out the name of the person he had only met a few times.

This is the male model she met on the subway at the brothel. She herself is a gentleman, sitting upright with a sword in her arms, and her aloof appearance makes other male models back down. Only Qiao Cen never gave up.

However, because Jiang Jianxin was dull and never revealed any flaws, he started to slack off. Every day, he would wait for her to get on the subway and sit opposite her to chat casually, mainly to keep her company and get to know her.

This strategy is still useful. For example, Jiang Jianxin remembers that there was a male prostitute on the subway who didn't solicit business by flirting. He would come to her every day to complain about the miserable lives of those who survived in the lower brothels and occasionally discuss the situation in the nearby polluted areas, giving her some novel information.

Jiang Jianxin's greatest strength is her patience. Although Qiao Cen talks about many trivial things, she listens carefully to everything and gives him a thoughtful reply at the end.

Perhaps it was this patience that allowed their unique friendship to last until Jiang Jianxin took the Haidu subway for the last time and left Haidu.

Now that I've arrived in another world and seen Qiao Cen again, it would be a lie to say I'm not surprised.

"Why...are you here?"

Jiang Jianxin asked first.

She remembered that Qiao Cen used to have a pure and innocent school heartthrob style, and he wore quite a lot of clothes. Now that he was suddenly only wearing sheer fabric, she was a little unaccustomed to it.

"After you left, I found a patron who bought me a job at the subway station. At the time, I thought I could finally live a good life." Qiao Cen lowered her head, her eyes reddening.
"But who knew she was a powerful war machine, with countless men in her mansion. After she got tired of me, she abandoned me."

Jiang Jianxin nodded. In the post-apocalyptic world, there are no rules of etiquette, and it is normal for the strong to be paired with many weak ones.

Her neighbors in the villa in Haidu were all like that, partying every night. She was the only one who wasn't interested in any of that, spending her days chatting with the super artificial intelligence.

"...Later, I had nowhere to go. Just then, the Blood Sea in the south was filled in, and the two worlds were able to communicate. So I came here and found a tavern to resume my old business."

Qiao Cen continued.

Jiang Jianxin stretched out a hand and said:
"Wait...you're saying the two worlds can now communicate?"

Seeing her interest, Qiao Cen explained in more detail:
"To be precise... people from the world of talent can come here, but because there is a barrier in the way, people from this world cannot go to our world."

“When I arrived, I saw many people migrating south; they were all going to religious communities.”

At this point, Qiao Cen pursed her lips again and said:

"Before coming here, based on the posts on the forum, I thought the New World would be a more livable society, but I never expected..."

He paused here, then sighed self-deprecatingly:
"Perhaps someone like me will never amount to anything, no matter where I am."

Jiang Jianxin didn't know how to respond; in fact, she was still immersed in the shock of a large number of talented people migrating south.

However, she quickly realized that this was a good opportunity to break down information barriers, and that due to the one-way nature of the barriers, the gifted world was unilaterally obtaining information from the faith society.

If the sudden healing of the sea of ​​blood was not a miracle but man-made, it would be considered a very clever move.

"That's it..."

Jiang Jianxin said absentmindedly, then turned her gaze to Qiao Cen in front of her and asked:
"So you called me here because..."

She thought he would beg for shelter or plead for her to redeem him, but to her surprise, Qiao Cen simply took out the cup of gold coins she had just given him and handed it to her again, saying:
"Thank you, Sword Master, for not humiliating me like the others here, but you have given me too much money, and I am somewhat apprehensive."

Jiang Jianxin gave him a full cup of gold coins, more than he had when he was redeemed from a brothel by his patron.

If it were a stranger, it wouldn't be a problem, but the person who gave him the money was an old acquaintance, and Qiao Cen suddenly became nervous.

"Um……"

Jiang Jianxin was unaware of Qiao Cen's values. The gap between their social classes was too great. This cup of gold coins was actually just her salary for slashing at the polluted area, and the whole process took about a breath.

She didn't know that this one sword strike could actually redeem several Qiao Cen's.

But Jiang Jianxin glanced at his expression and, from the content and tone of his words, his enlightened mind suddenly connected everything.

She took a gold coin from the cup, then pushed the cup back and calmly said:
"Alright, I've retrieved my gold coins. What remains is a reward for your sincere sincerity."

She waved her hand:
"This money should be enough for you to buy your freedom and leave this place."

"We've been acquainted before. I hope you find someone who truly loves you and that you'll be happy for the rest of your life, Qiao Cen."

The swordswoman, dressed in white, walked past him with a smile. She seemed more composed than ever before, and exuded an extraordinary sense of freedom.

(End of this chapter)