The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician-Chapter 606 - 309: The Serpent Monster of the Thirteen District
"The reason for my birth was to assassinate the City Lord, and at that time, the City Lord was in Thirteen District. If I could have killed him, the war might have ended in victory."
"My adoptive father, my friends, they wouldn’t have had to die."
The Simulated Light Screen in front of Lang Tai still had text appearing on it, and Jiang Shu had never seen Lang Tai type so much before.
And...
Jiang Shu’s gaze fell on the word "purpose" within the Simulated Light Screen.
What Lang Tai was saying was that his purpose for being born was to assassinate the City Lord, not that it was his ideal to do so. It meant that Lang Tai had been given the mission of assassinating the City Lord from the beginning and had always strived to fulfill it.
However, in the end, he was sent to Jiang Shu and did not take part in the war.
This was peculiar, yet not at all surprising.
One could easily guess why Black Kler had done this because he had experienced the archives of Lang Tai’s failed assassination attempts. So, he knew that leaving Lang Tai with Jiang Shu could better utilize Lang Tai’s value.
Was Lang Tai strong?
Of course, he was.
Even now, Jiang Shu certainly would not want such an assassin targeting him.
In a direct confrontation, with the aid of his four Tablet Spirits, he might be able to defeat Lang Tai but not necessarily kill him.
And if such a versatile assassin was lurking in the shadows, Jiang Shu would feel uneasy day and night.
Now, this person who had been born with the hope of assassinating the City Lord had actually failed in one of the archives?
Did the City Lord also have three heads and six arms?
Did he have the same kind of complicated extraordinary abilities as Jiang Shu?
For a moment, Jiang Shu became extremely vigilant toward the City Lord.
According to Black Kler, the City Lord was merely a consciousness vessel for the Main Brain, unaware of this fact, and thus, he could not be omnipresent like the legendary Main Brain.
Now it seemed that there must be something significant about this City Lord.
In an instant, Li Yuntang’s face surfaced in Jiang Shu’s mind.
Li Yuntang was the daughter of the City Lord. She should have some understanding of her father, but Jiang Shu had never detected any information about the City Lord in Li Yuntang’s mental activities.
Perhaps, next time, he could take the opportunity to ask Li Yuntang and get to know the City Lord through her perspective.
From the previous situation, Jiang Shu was still able to probe Li Yuntang’s mental activities; thus, she could serve as a source of information.
"Do you have any regrets? If at that time, you had not followed your adoptive father and come to me but had chosen to assassinate the City Lord, would the outcome have been entirely different?" Jiang Shu continued along the lines of Lang Tai’s text.
Upon hearing this, Lang Tai simply shook his head.
"I am just a knife. I shouldn’t have too many thoughts of my own. My adoptive father’s decision... couldn’t be wrong."
"The only mistake was that I was too weak then. I did not show the power to kill the City Lord, so they had to die."
Jiang Shu’s eyes darkened, and he did not refute Lang Tai’s words.
Lang Tai was not one to speak sarcastically, so what he expressed was truly what he believed.
A Combat Sequence, a T0 in his twenties who had never failed as an assassin, yet Lang Tai still felt he was weak...
Uh, Jiang Shu did not know what to say.
What was above T0?
Was it T-1?
Had anyone reached that level before?
Or did Lang Tai have to forge his own path?
Jiang Shu did not understand, and it was not something he could figure out.
Thus, he could only tiptoe and pat Lang Tai on the shoulder in comfort, "Stop thinking about it, look forward."
Lang Tai nodded again and then typed: Will you ever let me assassinate the City Lord?
Jiang Shu blinked upon seeing this sentence, unsure of how to respond accurately.
Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t.
"If he stands in our way, yes," Jiang Shu ultimately replied.
And Lang Tai was silent; he would not question any of Jiang Shu’s commands, just as he himself had said.
He was just a knife. A knife didn’t need too many thoughts of its own.
"Woo ah—woo ah—" Just then, the wail of police sirens from the patrolling cars echoed through the streets below, and Jiang Shu and Lang Tai quickly retreated to their room.
They had turned on the light inside but had also sealed all the doors and windows so that no one would notice their building deep within the ruins.
If the windows had been open and the lights on, they might have been discovered by the police long ago. Now, no one would think they were in the ruins of the city.
It was like being in the dark beneath a light.
Inside the room, the Fox and Painter had already cleared the entire room. It was a true cleanup.
The Painter could instantly complete all the cleaning simply by painting a picture of a cleaned room.
But this place wasn’t a blank canvas; it was fashioned in the ruins style, so the Painter had taken some time to handle the details of the ruined room.
Since joining the Deception Group, such housekeeping services had become the Painter’s specialty, and today’s work was just part of his regular job.
He could one-click-remove most inanimate objects, including the bodies of the deceased leaders. He was simply too suited for dealing with these complicated cleanup tasks.
Jiang Shu still felt, even up to now, that recruiting the Painter was one of the wisest decisions the Fox had ever made.
