Love, death, and false man

Chapter 29. Extreme Sports
Luo Di, 18 years old, 175 cm tall, 63 kg.

Ok……

The information retrieved by the Salvation Army satellite was identical to the one obtained from the ID photo. The reason the hair was short was because it was an ID photo, but the real-time photo on the satellite server showed long hair.

Because he won an ACM award and was admitted to university without taking the entrance exam, does he have special privileges? Fang Yan, who suffers from the "second-year high school syndrome," harbors a sense of disgust that most people are idiots, including long-haired men. He thinks he has a romantic and artistic side, but in reality, he's quite stupid. Truly talented men don't have long hair; precision and rigor are what art is.

The thing is, this guy is actually kind of handsome. Damn it! If he's a fake, Fang Yan decided to just behead him and play frisbee with the Bloodhound.

Fang Yan thought that since this guy had set up an Earth defense base, he had done some good deeds, so he decided not to feed the dogs.

This website can help the Soul-Sucker collect people's impressions of "opponents," and it can also help Fang Yan collect people's impressions of "hunting targets."

Luo Di is truly a remarkable person. He has been suspected of being a fake over three hundred times. To retract my previous statement that this website has low traffic, he is indeed a very popular urban legend. However, everyone's attention is focused on the influential figures.

Logically, this person should be very popular with girls and disliked by boys, but the hundreds of comments are completely opposite, and this was updated in real time that day.

[The most disgusting man ever, with his stinking genitals, was hit by a car and repeatedly run over.]

[The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, make a heroic entrance, praising the sun.]

I achieved a perfect score of zero in the game "Finding Roddy's Family," beating 99% of players nationwide. Give it a try!

[The Ultimate Loser.]

[The Ultimate Pervert.]

You are not allowed to insult my father.

[Any good restaurant recommendations, ladies? LDSM.]

[For those of you with bags, the Yuanji Sichuan restaurant outside the school is pretty good, LDSM.]

[How dare they insult the Commander-in-Chief of the Earth Defense Base? Things are getting interesting, you idiot.]

It seems that students from all the universities in Binhai have made this mysterious website on the dark web their main social media platform. It's like a forum, with discussion circles formed under the avatars of influential figures, and some even chatting in real time. Right now, there are several people talking about trivial topics like idol dramas.

Fang Yan remained silent for a while, and it turned out to be exactly as he had guessed.

Isn't it said that being suspected too many times will lead to death? Yet, Luo Di is still alive and kicking. Considering the Earth defense base, Luo Di is very likely a powerful henchman of the Soul Master, and quite possibly a high-level being.

The manipulation of people by pseudo-people, concealed and hidden, is sometimes not a concentration camp-style oppression, but rather disguised as some kind of roundabout, self-consistent ideology or doctrine.

Earth Defense Base, which can be understood as a concept of fighting to the ends of the earth, is a terrifying idea.

A classmate was killed today, and it was someone whose thoughts I couldn't read. That means that No. 6 Middle School is also under real-time surveillance, and there are fake people active in the school.

Luo Di appears to be a [high-risk individual]. Fang Yan's liaison officer stated that not only Fang Yan had reported this, but other agents had also marked him.

It's best to avoid provoking them for now.

We must quickly increase the peak intensity of the Soulfire; we can become stronger through training.

The heat of the Soulfire is unrelated to any physical properties or physical attributes; it is the decision-making power and influence of "free will" in a universe where causality has failed.

It is a very subtle thing that cannot be described with existing words; we can only approach it.

If we had to draw an analogy, it would be something like focus, attention, or concentration, but it's not a collaborative judgment determined by the frontal lobe of the brain; it's still a matter of physical characteristics and physical fitness.

It is something more metaphysical and mystical, caused by spacetime distortion and the failure of causality, a kind of synchronization between the frequency of "free will" and "cosmic origin consciousness".

There is only one way to increase intensity. The training method is to maintain focus under various distracting conditions, such as mentally reciting an entire movie's dialogue during a high-intensity long-distance run without making a single mistake—do whatever is most counterintuitive. This is because the precision of this focus far exceeds ordinary concentration; it's a more advanced version of flow, runner's exhilaration, or the zone state.

"I don't know if it will work."

Fang Yan disembarked and prepared to practice according to the methods provided in the Q&A. This process definitely required physical training to put a strain on his body. Although physical fitness is unrelated to the strength of the soul fire, physical training is the easiest way to give oneself distracting psychological suggestions, and it would be even better if it was accompanied by dangerous psychological suggestions.

The training methods suggested in the Q&A section are absolutely outrageous: long-distance running, swimming, skiing, free climbing, mountain biking, hand-to-hand combat, deathmatch, and so on.

Putting aside the last two, who the hell can recite a movie's lines flawlessly while riding a mountain bike on a cliff? Being a fake or a savior is beneath you. Go straight to the Old Gods' Church, make their gods stand up, and you sit down.

Let's start with the most basic long-distance running.

Please don't forget what happened on the 25th, please! (crying emoji)

It was a WeChat message from Weng Qing.

Don't worry, I've already talked to her, she'll bring friends.

QAQ, thank you. I'll treat you to milk tea.

[Transfer 50]

Fang Yan was greatly shocked and accepted the money without hesitation. If it weren't for all these troubles, he could probably earn enough to cover all his rent, utilities, and daily expenses by working as a scalper, thanks to Xia Bing's friends.

Training is the priority; there are too many mind-control dogs waiting to be killed.

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9/22—22:22
At the end of one street is a mirror image of another, the streetlights casting their shadows into parallel lines of darkness.

An endless series of branches.

The rooftop of the teaching building at Binhai No. 10 Middle School was bathed in dim, yellowish light.

A small mountain of discarded, rusted aluminum combat tables stood at the very top, where sat a man with long hair, wearing the black and white school uniform of No. 10 Middle School. His head looked as if it had been chopped off and sewn back on, with a whole circle of centipede-shaped stitched scars around his neck.

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Luo Di replied to the group chat at the base with this message: it is necessary to show respect when the group leader personally intervenes when dealing with someone of such high taste.

"Is there a problem with this decision? You've become bait, and many people are watching you. Recently, charlatans, lunatics, and terrorists have been rampant, and too many of their accomplices have gone missing or been confirmed dead."

In a corner of the rooftop, a shadowy figure, out of the light's reach, spoke these words. It was the voice of a high school girl, dressed differently from the uniform of No. 10 Middle School.

If the language information generated and implemented by the base station is not synchronized with the actions, then the thoughts that Roddy is reading are a string of gibberish. The work of baiting should be left to people of lower status.

He, on the other hand, deliberately exposed himself.

“You don’t understand. The real me is someone else. I’m just an insignificant existence. I feel uneasy hiding in universal values. I’ve lost something important, and I have to find it back.”

Roddy's tone was cold and his expression was gloomy, exuding a solemn aura, as if he were not the same person as the one in the base.

(End of this chapter)