Ninth class citizen

Chapter 61 We can only move forward and not retreat
Wherever the golden light passed, all the people fell out like wheat caught in a strong wind, and fell to the ground in pieces, forming an irregular circle.

They struggled to get up, but they couldn't move their bodies no matter what.

Florent's smile disappeared on the platform, and he was shocked. But he quickly came to his senses, raised his right hand high, and pointed to the sky.

At the same time, the octagonal star emitted a bright silver lightning which struck straight towards him.

Floran was not afraid at all. He held his head high and allowed the lightning to penetrate his whole body through his right hand.

His body suddenly became shiny silver, like a large human-shaped light bulb.

The light bulb waved in the direction of the crowd, and the people who had fallen to the ground before regained the strength to move.

They stood up silently and slowly approached Melissa and Nan Rong.

"Kill them." Florian's voice was extremely clear, exactly the same as the person in Nan Rong's memory.

This intensified her anger.

"No matter who you are, you have to pay the price for everything you do."

Nan Rong spoke word by word, and a circle of light golden ripples appeared around him again, knocking the approaching crowd away.

At the same time, she raised her palm, and a light golden beam of light broke through the air and pierced into the strange octagonal star like lightning.

The star made an unpleasant "creaking" sound, and cracks appeared on its surface.

This change was obviously beyond Florent's understanding. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.

But what shocked him even more was what came next.

A light green transparent jelly ball, following the golden light, also jumped out from Nan Rong's fingertips and flew straight towards the octagonal star hanging high in the sky.

Its body was very small at first, but it became bigger as it flew higher, and eventually it expanded into a fat jelly-like moon.

The Fat Moon quickly approached the Octagonal Star, a big crack appeared on its round body, and it swallowed it in one gulp.

“Ah~~~~No~~~~!”

Amid Florian's exclamation of disbelief, the Fat Moon let out a contented "hum" and, with a loud burp, a crack appeared in the center of the sphere again, spitting out a pile of shapeless iron-gray residue.

The residue turned into countless tiny meteors, falling from the sky in all directions. The entire sky collapsed into countless fragments, like the end of the world.

Nan Rong stared blankly at the fat jelly-like moon, his mind going blank.

But the thing did not give her time to sort out her thoughts. The next second, it released a large amount of light green mist like a balloon with a hole in it.

The mist replaced the blood rain and quickly enveloped everyone, leaving only Nan Rong behind.

She finally came to her senses and saw Florent and the people on the stage who were sitting on the ground and unable to get up. Their bodies gradually became distorted and transparent, and then disappeared.

Not only people, but everything in this world, including the sky, the ground and the high platforms, were all shattered into pieces of colorful images, like enlarged soap bubbles, and completely turned into nothingness.

However, before returning to reality, a light green ball the size of a fruit core floated slowly in front of Nan Rong.

She reached out to catch it, and the ball did not dodge. She pinched it with two fingers, and it turned into a light green light and disappeared at Nan Rong's fingertips.

In the dark room covered by heavy curtains, the silver-haired man gasped and woke up, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.

"How is it possible? Why could she see my face clearly and why did she call out that name?" However, in a flash, another horrifying fact occupied his consciousness.

Just under his feet, there were scattered iron-gray metal fragments.

The silver-haired man picked up the two largest sharp corners with trembling hands and tried to put them together, but to no avail.

The fragments slipped weakly from his palms, and he lowered his head and held his face in his hands.

"It just broke like that. Oh my god, this is unforgivable."

A holographic projection of a thin man in black robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Teacher." The silver-haired man slid down to his knees in despair and lowered his head in pain: "Holy weapon."

"I already know." The man in black robe had a gaunt face and clear eyes. "We are walking on a road full of thorns. Everything we experience is a test we must endure along the way."

"But that was one of the only three holy artifacts in the organization, and it was destroyed in my hands. I should, no, must take responsibility for it."

"That's not your responsibility. It's just another, more difficult challenge." The man's voice was gentle and mellow:

"But my child, you must not only see the dark side, but also the silver lining."

The silver-haired man looked up in astonishment: "Teacher, what do you mean..."

"Before, we underestimated the enemy, so we made mistakes one after another. But now, we have seen through her cards - so there will never be another mistake, right?"

"I'm sorry." The man lowered his head in shame: "Teacher, please give me another chance, I will definitely make up for my previous shame."

"Of course I believe it." The man in black robe said, "For the sake of equality, we can only move forward and not retreat."

"For the sake of equality, we can only move forward and not retreat!" the silver-haired man murmured, the hesitation in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his gaze became firm again.

"Oh, teacher." He suddenly remembered another thing:

"That person could see my appearance and even called out my name - the name that I had abandoned along with my sinful family - but this doesn't make any sense. There is absolutely no way that she and I had any intersection."

The black-robed man raised the corners of his lips slightly, seeming to find it somewhat interesting.

“Obstacles are always strong, but we will overcome them. When the dust clears, you will no longer be confused.”

"I will have someone rearrange your appearance and identity, as well as your new guide. Just go for it. The future of the organization depends on you."

A few minutes later, the silver-haired man changed into a black hooded cotton jacket and wrapped himself tightly, with not a single silver hair exposed.

He lowered his head and walked out of an E-level residential community not far from the genetic disease hospital.

Above the community, a long string of gold lines on a black background, belonging to the Federal Special Affairs Administration's special hovercraft, sounded a sharp sound and rushed towards the genetic disease hospital at lightning speed.

Opposite them, a large number of medium-sized police hovercrafts and more than a dozen mechas were also speeding towards this direction.

The silver-haired man sneered, tied his scarf tighter, walked around two streets, and boarded a small, inconspicuous hovercraft.

Ten minutes after he left, martial law was imposed within a hundred kilometers around the Genetic Disease Hospital, all exits were effectively controlled, and even flying boards were prohibited from taking off.

All police officers from the district security department went out and began to conduct door-to-door searches, and non-community residents were taken away for questioning immediately.

(End of this chapter)