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Chapter 342. The New Emperor
"Hey...why is it raining?"

Jiang Jianxin hovered in mid-air, his feet planted on his longsword, looking down at the clear, mirror-like blade of his sword.

Raindrops fell one after another, splashing into tiny droplets on the blade before quickly coalescing into a trickle that silently slid down the edge.

She stood up and looked into the distance.

The wind column dissipated, and the torn clouds, like weightless cotton wool, released a huge amount of moisture as they slowly rose.

First, a few cool drops landed on my cheeks, and then a curtain of rain, like mist and smoke, quietly descended from the spreading clouds.

"Wow..."

The rain washed over her sword, blurring the traces of battle and the demise of an existence.

Has he already left?

Jiang Jianxin asked slowly.

She heard the deafening roar that had just struck the distant area, and she also saw the backlash of the black energy and the billowing clouds.

Now that the fog was thick, she couldn't see what was happening at the center of the wind circle, but she could feel that the wind wasn't as strong as before, not to mention that it had suddenly started raining.

Yes, he has passed away.

"Intuition tells me."

[With the disappearance of the core wind vortex, the dust and water vapor in the clouds lose their nuclei for condensation, cool into supersaturated water droplets, and then fall because they cannot maintain their suspension, thus forming rain.]

Intuition paused for a moment, then suggested:
Don't fly that way. In the center of the collapsing wind column, a large amount of air is ejected or settled, creating a temporary localized low-pressure area.

[Sudden whirlwinds and unpredictable gales may occur, which are detrimental to your high-altitude flight.]

Since the answer and the truth have been stated, Jiang Jianxin naturally wouldn't be stubborn.

She simply stood on the sword, hands behind her back, let out a long sigh, and addressed the dissipating clouds in the distant sky:

"...The game you recommended was really fun, and I secretly played it a few more times later, but unfortunately no one was there to heal me this time."

"May the winds blow gently, and may a thousand winds accompany you."

She stood tall and bowed deeply.
"Have a safe trip."

……

At this time, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals was located at the Second Mental Hospital.

The morgue was deathly silent.

Lin Xin'an stood in front of the stretcher covered with a white sheet, his face as pale as paper.

He slowly reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly as he lifted a corner of the white cloth—

A completely disfigured face suddenly came into view.

His face was flat and ulcerated, and his features were blurred and merged into a lump of flesh, making it impossible to distinguish his original outline.

A bluish-purple strangulation mark on the corpse's neck was particularly glaring, silently revealing the true cause of death.

"elder sister……"

Lin Xin'an's voice trembled uncontrollably.

In a daze, the scene in that abandoned building reappeared—a huge straw hanging from the ceiling, cold and eerie.

At the same time, the power of omniscience poured related fragments of the past into his consciousness without any refusal.

"how so?"

The morgue was empty, so naturally no one responded to his whispers.

Ke Linxin'an already knew all the answers.

Back then, his sister was sent to the top floor as a consumable, becoming the "Emperor" worshipped by Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals—in reality, a spiritual vessel for the "Mechanic" descended to earth.

From that day on, her body was constantly eroded by the mechanic's power, gradually collapsing.

Lin Xin'an was powerless at that time.

Now, he has finally been promoted to number 1, and the power of omniscience has revealed to him the way to save her—the wind-elemental giant has launched a riot, and the "mechanic" will consume a large amount of the carrier to deal with the powerful enemy. When everything is over and the connection is weak, he only needs to go and take his sister away.

Who knew that when Feng Shiman initiated the blood sacrifice, the one who responded to the blood sacrifice was the Grim Reaper, whose strength was beyond his comprehension.

To resist this power, the "mechanic" poured far more mental energy into his sister's body than he could handle. The result was not only a failure to suppress the wind-elemental giant, enhanced by blood sacrifice, but also complete damage to her brain—leaving the vessel unusable and on the verge of abandonment.

Upon learning the news, Lin Xin'an immediately changed his plans and rushed to the abandoned building, intending to take his sister away.

Even if his brain is damaged, he can communicate with the gods to repair it; even if his body is depleted, he can find someone to treat him.

Black Eye Pharmaceuticals should not pursue the case of a "useless person" who has lost his value.

But he ultimately underestimated its ruthlessness.

When he rushed into the scene, he saw only a stretcher covered with a white sheet being slowly pushed out.

A vessel that didn't have to die, only had its brain damaged, was simply strangled by Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals after losing its value.

The young master, whose body was inside the vase, was then pushed out. Upon seeing him, the head inside the vase smiled and asked:

"Why is Dr. Lin here?"

Lin Xin'an felt his fingertips digging into his palms inside his sleeve, but all the emotions on his face had been suppressed, leaving only a professional numbness.

He slightly stepped aside to make way, his voice perfectly calm and even:
"In response to Your Highness, I also serve as an encoffiner in the courtyard."

"So that's it."

The Crown Prince nodded as if he suddenly understood, his gaze sweeping over him almost imperceptibly, his smile undiminished.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The conversation ended there.

The sound of the rollers on the wheelchair resumed, and his men pushed the young master slowly past him.

In that instant, Lin Xin'an was so close that he could see the mangled body inside the vase and smell the rotten, foul odor emanating from him.

This is the man who gave the order to kill his sister.

As the shadow of the wheelchair slid past him, Lin Xin'an clearly felt a chilling, bone-piercing hatred churning and surging in his chest like a living thing, almost tearing apart his calm body.

But he just stood there, like a statue gradually turning to stone, until the footsteps and wheelchair sounds completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

At that time, Lin Xin'an thought that it would be great if he were a war, so that he could at least fight to the death and kill his enemies.

But he is a beacon of light.

Therefore, on that day, the bright sunlight swept across his shoulders, leaving only a chilly shadow.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't save you."

Lin Xin'an murmured softly.

This riot came out of nowhere, bypassing all the omniscience of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals. As the number 1 top omniscience, he could deduce the beginning of the riot, but he could not predict the ending.

This was a calamity that only those with foresight could foresee in its entirety, and it's no wonder that the prophet told him that his story would ultimately be a regret.

"I will avenge you."

The diplomat gently clenched his fist and covered the disfigured face again with a white cloth.

He then turned and left the underground morgue, his footsteps clear and steady in the empty corridor.

When I returned to the office area, the blind therapist was standing at the door of the hypnosis department, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Dr. Lin, I heard... you're diplomat number 2?"

The blind master tilted his head slightly, his tone shy, his smile gentle, but his eyes, covered by a white cloth, seemed to see through appearances and reach straight to the heart.

Lin Xin'an paused, then a perfect, gentle smile bloomed on his face, as if the gloom in the morgue had never existed.

"Is the Crown Prince planning to install a new 'Emperor'?"

His tone was calm, as if he had expected this, and then he took a step forward and said calmly:
“I can become the new emperor and serve the crown prince.”

I've made some changes. The previous version had logical flaws and wasn't clearly organized, so I've reorganized it:
This diplomat is omniscient about Feng Shiman's plans, but he doesn't know if his plans will succeed. He has deduced a possible future, but he cannot predict the real ending. The variable in the middle is Feng Shiman's initiation of the blood sacrifice.

Because Omniscient can see the past, he knows that Feng Shiman has a blood sacrifice pathway, but he is unsure whether he will use it. Moreover, the one who responds to the blood sacrifice is the God above Truth, and Omniscient cannot assess how much power the God above Truth can give to Feng Shiman.

So this tiny detail directly led to the diplomats making a complete miscalculation.

His original calculation was that even if the blood sacrifice was activated, the power provided to Feng Shiman would only be enough to deplete the Mechanic's vessel, allowing it to recuperate and giving him his chance. However, he didn't expect the Grim Reaper to deliver such a powerful dose, causing the Mechanic to overload the vessel in order to resist, resulting in a complete collapse.