Abyss Solo-Chapter 203 - 114 In the Name of the Father Extra Long Warning_3
Chapter 203: 114 In the Name of the Father [Extra Long Warning]_3
Chapter 203: 114 In the Name of the Father [Extra Long Warning]_3
Looking down, floating cars were speeding across the suspended lanes, while many pedestrians were walking on the ground sidewalks, everything neatly ordered.
“I should wait a while to avoid killing someone and bringing misfortune to another family.”
That’s what Hanton thought.
He sat down at the edge of the rooftop, leaning on the cold low wall, letting his heels hang in the air as he quietly reminisced about his ordinary life.
The earliest memories that remained were of the Baby Administration, where he lived carefree every day, playing, laughing, crying, shouting, and learning the basic structures of knowledge, understanding Dark City and his own tribe.
Once he left the Baby Administration and returned to his parents, Hanton’s life trajectory became clearly visible.
Schooling, graduation, work, marriage, childbirth, working until retirement, elderly care, and having his ashes buried under the Divine Tree in the cemetery.
—The last step would require his children to assist him.
Thinking of this, Hanton’s mood turned incredibly bleak.
Was this the punishment from the Divine Tree?
Punishing him for daydreaming about his beautiful teacher in elementary school, punishing him for witnessing two males together in high school and timidly not stopping them.
The wind on the rooftop grew more boisterous.
It seemed to be urging, urging Hanton to end his humiliating half-life.
“Maybe I should divorce my wife first so that it won’t affect her reputation… Oh, that’s not right, she can still inherit my property and loans.”
Hanton sighed dejectedly and slowly rubbed his hands forward.
The moment his behind hung in the air, he could be freed from this pains.
“Care for a drink?”
A slightly hoarse voice suddenly rang out.
Hanton turned his head and was startled by an old man who had appeared on the low wall at some unknown time.
This was a vagrant, wearing a tattered suit, with rust-stained mechanical arms, and curly hair entangled among themselves, the slightly inflamed nose tip probably had skin disease.
Hanton remembered having seen this man before.
The vagrant liked to sit at the street corner in the afternoon, slightly lost in contemplation towards the Divine Tree, then he would sigh deeply.
“Don’t try to persuade me,” Hanton said with a bitter smile, “my life has lost its meaning.”
“Mine too,” the vagrant shrugged, holding a can that seemed never to empty of beer, “care to share your story with me? Sometimes rash actions don’t solve anything, only leaving irreparable regrets. Do you have any secrets?”
Hanton scooted a significant bit forward, his voice firm, “Speaking of that might as well kill me!”
“Oh! Oh! Don’t be like that! I can’t stand to see this!”
The vagrant hurriedly said:
“Think about it, think about your parents. When they’re old and pass away, if there’s no offspring to bury their ashes by the Divine Tree, their lives will surely be much dimmer.”
Hanton said firmly, “I’ve already completed that ceremony.”
“Oh, then think about… do you have children? If you don’t even have children, you’re not qualified to seek death, young man.”
Children…
Hanton’s expression instantly darkened, and he scooted significantly forward, about to jump off the rooftop.
“Wait! Hold on! Oh my! I hit a nerve, didn’t I!”
The vagrant shouted loudly, seeing that Hanton had no intention of turning back, the vagrant, out of desperation, yelled:
“It’s all fake! This city is fake! If you feel something is off, I can take you to find the real world!”
Hanton paused.
He turned to look at the vagrant, frowning:
“What are you babbling about? These conspiracy theories, I’ve seen too many since I was little, like if you keep walking towards the edge of the city, you’ll see jittery blocks, seeing the boundary between reality and virtual.
“I’ve walked the so-called path of truth; in middle school, my buddies and I kept walking outwards, and at the edge of the city, it ended in a layer of rocks, we’re in an underground city!
“You have to believe in science! Sir!”
Hanton’s last words were heartfelt.
“That is science.”
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The vagrant smiled mysteriously:
“The very thing you easily think of, the creator who made this place, who created us, of course thought of that too, the layer of rocks at the city’s edge is also fake, that’s just a setting made so that you young people can live in peace.
“I know a Gate of Truth, that Gate of Truth is nearby, it won’t take much of your time.
“Come, take a look with me, you might change your mind about ending your life so easily.
“Although I don’t like to say this, each of us, everyone in this city, is a kind of miracle, a scientific miracle.”
Hanton opened his mouth, stunned for a few seconds, then slowly moved his body back.
This damned curiosity.
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“Shh! Keep your footsteps quiet!”
The vagrant, holding a dirty cane, whispered to Hanton.
Hanton silently took off his leather shoes and, wearing socks, took a couple of steps on the clean ground, the vagrant showing a satisfied smile immediately.
Their destination was ahead.
The backyard of the Baby Administration.
The vagrant deftly moved forward, leading Hanton to crouch and walk through a deserted alleyway, ahead was a pile of overflowing diapers from the trash bin.
Obviously, the garbage collectors had been lazy again.
“We’re committing a crime here,” Hanton whispered.
