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Chapter 335. The Diplomat

"It's not nighttime here."

Yuzhijia deftly removed the hood of her white robe, revealing a youthful yet remarkably serene face. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, and her dark eyes held a maturity beyond her years.

The diplomat's gaze swept across the dawn light cast at the intersection of time and space. The eastern horizon was turning a pale white, and a hazy outline of the sun hung on the horizon.

He calmly adjusted his greeting:

"Well then... good morning, Your Excellency."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

The diplomat greeted him.

It's strange to talk to someone from ten years ago like this, Yu Zhijia raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You know why I'm here."

Her fingertips traced the gold trim on her cuffs:
"It's definitely not something as trivial as chatting about sleep."

A knowing smile flickered in the diplomat's eyes:

“I know, I’ve seen your whole plan—so you’ve come to me to warn me not to get in your way?”

Yuzhijia chuckled twice and said:
"You can't stop me. As for why I came to find you..."

She changed the subject and said:

Do you know when you're going to die?

The diplomat's smile faded slightly, and he said helplessly:

“I know you can see the ending from the beginning of the story, but to be honest, I’m not interested in when I die.”

He pointed to his head and said:

“I have never been so clear-headed, so clear-headed that I can see through everything, see all the past, see all the truth—including your past.”

He looked at the premonition before him, and slowly said, after careful consideration:
"Ten years ago, the existence of sequence number 1 led to the arrival of the truth."

"By foreseeing the dialogue between the truth and the essence of truth, you learned of the fall of the God of Reincarnation and obtained the remains of the God of Reincarnation, thus initiating countless cycles of reincarnation."

Yuzhi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"...After countless reincarnations, they finally lifted up two cycles that successfully saved the world. The faith they accumulated lifted up the final cycle, which became Death and saved you."

The diplomat said calmly:
"I don't have your shrewdness and courage. The moment I gazed upon the truth, my death countdown had already begun, hadn't it?"

Seeing the other person remain silent, he looked up at the darkening sky, his voice carrying a strange tranquility:
"To achieve true clarity before death is something that many in the Light faction can only dream of but never attain."

Yuzhi straightened her sleeves, then suddenly smiled calmly again:
"And what about your past, diplomat? Or rather—Lin Xin'an?"

"No matter what, Number 1 is still a human being. The overwhelming influx of past shocks caused you to suddenly fall into a state of transcendence, which is about to end now, isn't it?"

She said slowly.

"What are your thoughts on restoring Cheng Linxin'an?"

The diplomat paused slightly, as if touched by some long-dormant memory.

Those memories forgotten due to the confusion of truth, under the guidance of the omniscient power, slowly surged forth like a tide.

Lin Xin'an was originally an orphan who was abandoned in a garbage can near a mental hospital.

On New Year's Day, amidst a flurry of snow, the gears of fate quietly turned. His sister gently lifted him from the stench and despair of the garbage can and took him back to the mental hospital surrounded by iron bars.

From then on, his life had a new name—"Lin Xin'an".

Initially, he was not very strong in the mental hospital and was not valued. However, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals always treated the light faction well, so even though he was not very strong, he was still able to work as a junior employee in the psychiatric ward.

At that time, Lin Xin'an often felt that he could hear faint, murmuring voices in his ears. Being in such a special environment as a mental hospital, he naturally thought that he might be suffering from a mental illness.

At Black Eye Pharmaceuticals, mental illness is as commonplace as eating a meal, and the company even provides a large amount of mental health subsidies every year. So he didn't take these abnormalities to heart, but silently endured this inexplicable trouble.

Then one day, the older sister who had always raised him like a warm sun and given him endless love suddenly left him without warning.

Everyone around her said that she was brutally stabbed to death by a mentally ill patient who suddenly had an episode, and even claimed with certainty that a long-term resident was executed that same night.

But Lin Xin'an didn't believe it, because he heard someone in his head saying to him:

Your sister was used as a communication cable.

How can a person become a communication cable?
Lin Xin'an subconsciously denied this absurd idea.

But the voice still whispered in his mind, carrying an undeniable certainty:
Tonight at midnight, follow my directions to visit the abandoned building.

It was a bitterly cold night, with heavy snow falling like cotton wool, blanketing the entire city. Desolate, abandoned buildings stood forlornly in the snowstorm, mostly buried under the thick snow, like tombs forgotten by the world.

Young Lin Xin'an stepped into the abandoned building alone, completely unaware that a silent figure was following behind him.

The hallway was pitch black, with only the faint light from the snow outside the window barely outlining a blurry shape.

Guided by the voice in his head, he groped his way to the safety passage and climbed step by step to the top floor.

The moment he pushed open the door, the sight before him almost froze his blood—

Inside the glass partition, a huge black instrument, like some kind of eerie parasite, was firmly attached to the ceiling. From a distance, it looked like a deformed tumor hanging down from the ceiling itself.

His sister lay quietly below.

The instrument's enormous suction tube hung down like a living thing, completely covering her face. With its rhythmic contraction and expansion, it sucked and pulled in, like some kind of monster slowly descending from the ceiling, greedily seizing something.

Lin Xin'an's throat tightened, and he subconsciously covered his mouth, trying to suppress the surging fear in his heart.

But at this moment——

"Bang..."

A slight noise came from the entrance to the emergency exit.

His heart pounded, and he slowly turned his head, only to see a familiar figure—the Crown Prince's fiancée, Yu Sirou.

She stood in front of the glass partition, her face ashen, her eyes fixed on the hanging suction tube, filled with terror and disbelief.

The next second, she and Lin Xin'an locked eyes.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Yu Sirou turned around abruptly and rushed down the stairs without looking back.

Lin Xin'an instinctively wanted to escape as well, but the moment he took his first step, the voice in his mind rang out again—

Don't go down.

The area below is now surrounded.

[Wait for her to go down...let her be your... "scapegoat".]

Lin Xin'an trembled violently, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. He covered his mouth tightly, as if that would stop him from screaming.

"You...who are you?!"

His voice was hoarse, almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

I am a psychic.

The voice answered calmly, as if it were all perfectly normal.

[It seems you are unaware that your talent—'diplomat'—allows you to send signals beyond your domain, similar to making a phone call, to seek communication.]

And of all the phone calls you've made...

I was the first one to connect.

Yu Sirou is Zuo Siquan, as mentioned in the previous chapter about Zuo Siquan. For those who don't understand the diplomat's ability, imagine yourself as a god; you'll receive numerous harassing phone calls daily, and answering them means you're communicating with a diplomat. In its early stages, this ability is essentially just making harassing phone calls.