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Chapter 310. Xu Huan's Scheme

Xu Huan lay supine on the hospital bed, letting various medicines flow into her blood vessels like a thin stream and circulate in her body.

In this boundless silence, his thoughts drifted to a distant place.

For someone without friends, even in moments of solitude, the first face that comes to mind is that of an enemy.

A precognizer who has long since passed away, and a parallel practitioner suffering from mental illness.

I wonder if they are suffering as much as he is.

He suspected that his family's death was likely very difficult, and that their lives were probably not much better.

In order to better understand the enemy, Xu Huan once planned and surveyed the current situation of the Parallel Family.

It is said that her personality disorder is very serious, and she is tormented by a variety of mental complications, not to mention the uncontrollable somatization symptoms of depression, which are like countless small hammers pounding on her nerves day and night.

Mental illness has always been a high-risk disease for the Bright Alliance. Some people have jokingly said that the Bright Forum is just like a meeting of mental patients from the Third Hospital.

That guy who made the joke later became a good friend of Xu Huan's—until he too, with the same dark humor, died in a white hospital bed at the Third Mental Hospital.

Other factions are always curious as to why the Light faction produces so many mentally ill people. The answer is actually quite simple—too much wisdom can be harmful.

When a person sees through too much of the filth hidden beneath the light, his soul has to pay the price for this clarity.

Xu Huan sometimes envied the Fools of the Chaos faction. Those people were always crazy, but it was precisely in this chaos that a kind of freedom was hidden that he could never reach.

They acted from the heart, living a carefree yet exhilarating life.

From the moment he was born, he was nailed to a web woven from his family background and genetic disease.

Those invisible threads cut into his flesh, pulling him in the predetermined direction with every step he took.

The trajectory of the future has already been drafted, and even the ink for revisions has been taken away in advance.

As time went on, even struggling became a habitual futile effort.

Sometimes the pain is so intense that even breathing feels like a dull ache.

At times like these, Xu Huan would unconsciously think of his two old rivals.

The precognizer died young, his body mutilated; the parallel user was torn to pieces by his split personality, even his suffering had to take turns.

Their lives are like two crumpled old books, both filled with hardship and suffering.

Thinking about it this way, a faint, almost imperceptible sweetness actually rose on the tip of my tongue.

After all, happiness is never absolute sunshine, but rather a relative shadow—when others are sinking deeper into the mire than you, the bruises on your ankles suddenly seem less unbearable.

Xu Huan stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, listening to the beeping of the electrocardiogram beside her, and thinking about her plans.

The heir of Black Eyes Pharmaceuticals ordered the massacre of the city several months ago.

He had been to the scene once, and when he saw the vaguely emerging magic circle, he knew what the Crown Prince wanted to do.

In the past, he would have had no objection to his superior's decision. However, ever since his foresight revealed the truth about what happened back then, his parents' deaths have become a thorn stuck in his heart, bringing new dull pain with every heartbeat.

"Xu Huan"—this name carries the simplest wishes of his parents, hoping that he will live a life of joy and happiness.

But what about the woman whose head and body were separated in the pool of blood, the mother who once built a safe haven for him with her body heat?
As the blade pierced her throat, did she also look into the distance in despair, imagining that twenty years later, her son would be wearing the uniform of Black Eye Pharmaceuticals, serving as a dog for the murderers who killed her?

Will she feel genuinely disappointed?

Illness and the talent of the strategist branch acted like two invisible shackles, isolating him from the crowd.

He had never had any friends, let alone experienced the warmth of love.

The warmest memories remain of my childhood, of my parents laughing around the dining table. But now, even that last bit of warmth has been shattered by what happened back then.

Those old fragments of memory always remind him of what he once had and what was taken away from him.

Although both are famous strategists, Xu Huan is unlike the Predictor and the Parallel Strategist. He has a bad reputation on the forum. People who have played against him say that he is petty, calculating, vengeful, and ruthless.

Xu Huan did not deny any of this. Because he had indeed had his plans ruined by the Rose Group, so he meticulously planned a scheme that lasted for half a month, and poured boiling water on the money tree at the Rose Group's headquarters, thus venting his anger.

Because he could never win against the fortune teller, he would go to the flower stall every Qingming Festival to buy wilted roses and place them on her grave to ward off her.

Indeed, during the War Alliance incident, even though they knew it was a fake personality of the Parallelists, they still insisted on killing it to bring bad luck to the Parallelists.

Such examples are numerous and their results are verifiable.

The hatred of killing his father and mother was laid bare before him, and the pain was like two poisoned hooks, scraping at his nerves day and night.

Xu Huan was indeed petty—such deep-seated hatred was unimaginable to a magnanimous person.

Of course, as a mature and respectable top strategist, Xu Huan would never show any of this on his face, much less bring it up. All that surging malice and hatred was carefully locked inside his gentleman's hat.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about his plans.

Although we don't know who bombed the road in Rose Traffic, now that the battle has begun, the wisest course of action is to accept the status quo and quickly come up with new solutions—such as taking advantage of the situation.

The heir of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals ordered the massacre of the city in order to summon the mechanic. He then had Lin Xin'an use the Confusing Truth technique to tamper with memories, elevate Wen Yu to power, and directly launch missiles.

As for human life, Xu Huan, a dying man, was naturally cold-hearted and didn't care at all.

His aim was to escalate the incident and draw the attention of another force within the organization that was still operating discreetly—the television station.

Others may not know, but he stands at the top of the strategist circle, possessing a wealth of intelligence provided by Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals' intelligence department, and he is well aware that there is also an extraterrestrial "god" behind the television station.

With the arrival of the "mechanic" so smooth, is the TV station really willing to accept this?
The reason the television station had remained silent was because it was observing the situation as an extremely cunning force of light.

Entering the game early is a disadvantageous move for TV stations; they prefer to enter when the game is almost over.

However, if the mechanic's ritual progresses too quickly, the TV station will start to get worried.

Although the TV station hasn't made a move yet, Xu Huan can clearly sense that the station's strategists are already on edge, like sharks lurking in the deep sea, circling the eye of the storm, searching for the best entry point.

Besides the television station, Xu Huan knew that the internal conflicts within Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals were equally serious.

Tantai Hui appears to be loyal to the Crown Prince, but in reality he is ambitious and harbors ulterior motives. Lin Xin'an is someone he has been working with recently. His abilities are interesting, and his goals are even more so.

Even Feng Shiman, the war henchman controlled by Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals for a long time, was not quiet. Xu Huan heard that he had recently had some problems with his wind and had not participated in the battle. So he pulled up the weather map and took a look.

That one glance was enough to make him smile.

Others may not understand meteorology, but as a top strategist in the omniscient hierarchy, he naturally knows everything from astronomy to geography.

Sudden wind speed changes, areas of abnormal air pressure, centers of moving vortices...

By casually calculating with his fingers using the wind chart, Feng Shiman's purpose became clear.

However, Xu Huan did not stop him.

Just like countless times before, Xu Huan was a vengeful person.

Even if it's like an ant trying to shake a tree, those who harmed him will be made to pay with their blood.

Personality differences:

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The Predictor (the introverted type): I'm suffering, but I won't say it, because the suffering is only in the present; I'll be living the dream in the future. (Silently writing a letter to the future)
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Parallelist (Arrogant Type): So what if it's bitter? Only fools complain endlessly. Wise people are always calm and dignified. (Raises chin in disdain)

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Xu Huan (the self-deprecating type): I'm suffering so much, but my nemesis is suffering too. Oh well, it's okay. (Secretly comparing and feeling secretly happy)

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There will be another chapter tomorrow at noon; I need to boost my sales performance at the end of the month.