Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

"Business? You call this business?"

The sound from the loudspeaker distorted with anger, and crackling electrical noises echoed across the open space.

"This is art! This is judgment! This is a 'correction' to this chaotic and filthy world!"

The shadow peeked out from behind the supporting pillar, clutching the detonator tightly in his hand. He waved his arm, his black tactical gloves looking menacing under the light.

"Su Ming, what do you know, a student living in an ivory tower? Do you see the crooked cracks in the bricks on the ground? Do you hear the discordant winds in the audience? This world is full of asymmetrical flaws! From urban planning to human behavior, everything is filled with unbearable chaos!"

The shadow roared.

"I can write the most perfect symmetrical code, and build the most orderly physical models. In my world, everything should be precise, controllable, and clean! But what's reality? My advisor actually praised a paper full of redundant logic just because the author's PowerPoint presentation was 'creative'! He mistook garbage for art! He tarnished the word 'perfect'!"

"This world is sick! Since order cannot be established, I will personally erase these imperfect 'mistakes'!"

In the dark web live stream room, the chat was scrolling wildly.

Holy crap, turns out he's a hardcore OCD addict...

[It sounds so cringeworthy, but he seems to be serious.]

So he killed because others weren't 'perfect' enough? That's even more utterly insane.

Inside the command vehicle.

Listening to the roar from the loudspeaker, Li Changfeng curled his lip and whispered to Jiang Nanyan beside him, "He really is a madman, but the kind of illness is a little different from what I thought. He wants to blow up the world just because it's imperfect? ​​Why doesn't he solve his own biggest 'asymmetry' first?"

Jiangnan Yan ignored him, staring intently at the screen: "Watch out for Shadow's emotions, he's about to lose control."

Inside the venue.

Su Ming stood in the middle of the lawn, hands in his pockets, listening quietly.

Su Ming didn't speak until the shadow stopped catching its breath.

"Are you done talking?"

The shadow was taken aback.

"Your logic for 'correction' is far too inefficient," Su Ming shook his head. "Because the world is imperfect, you're going to ruin two innocent students?" Where are they 'asymmetrical' or 'unclean'? As far as I know, Lin's GPA, awards, and even her center parting are far more symmetrical than what you call 'perfect.'"

Su Ming raised his hand and pointed to Lin Xiaoyue, who was still crying in the stands, and another girl who had already fainted next to her.

"Your logic is really interesting. Because your advisor can't appreciate your 'perfection,' you're using two students who have nothing to do with him as leverage? You're not pursuing order; you're just venting your incompetence. You're afraid to correct those 'imperfections' you don't like, such as directly correcting your advisor, because you know there will be consequences."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The veins on the back of Shadow's hand, which was gripping the detonator, bulged, and his knuckles made a soft "crack" sound from the excessive force. The tremor spread from his fingertips to his entire arm.

Su Ming took a step forward.

"You only dare to target the weakest and most innocent people because they cannot resist. The so-called trial is nothing but a fig leaf to cover up your incompetence."

"besides."

Su Ming pointed to his head.

"Don't use the word 'perfect,' you don't deserve it. True order and perfection are about establishing rules from chaos, not covering everything up with even greater chaos. You're at best a slightly obsessive-compulsive destroyer."

"Shut up!!!"

The shadow let out a piercing scream.

"I won't allow you to say that! I am God! I control order..."

"You're a coward."

Su Ming interrupted him, his voice not loud, but every word was piercing.

"Your so-called 'perfection' is just an excuse you use to cover up your cowardice. You don't even deserve the word 'obsessive-compulsive disorder'; you're just a useless, impotent rage."

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to blow you all to ashes!"

The shadow has gone completely mad.

He stopped hiding, exposing his entire upper body outside the support column, raised the detonator, and hovered his thumb above the red button.

Inside the command vehicle, Li Changfeng's expression changed drastically: "This kid's gone too far! He's trying to corner this madman completely!"

Jiangnan Yan grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled, "Sniper! Is there any chance?!"

"Report! The target is moving too fast and is in a state of extreme agitation; we cannot lock onto vital points!"

"Report! Unable to fire!"

Just as everyone was in despair, Su Ming lowered his head.

He no longer looked at the crazed shadow, nor at the weeping Lin Xiaoyue.

His gaze fell on the half-deflated, tattered soccer ball at his feet.