Chapter 942: The Note

*Creak*—

Sunlight streamed through the glass windows, and Chen Ling entered the room leisurely.

Life under house arrest was not free, but at least in this small room, Chen Ling’s time belonged to himself... He moved a chair and sunbathed by the window for a while. After all, sunlight was rare in the Wuji Domain, which was shrouded in rain all year round.

Through the church window, Chen Ling could see the street not far away.

Although it was a rare sunny day, there weren't many people on the street, only a few elderly people standing at their doors, sunbathing alone. Occasionally, other elderly people would pass by, and they would chat for a while.

White pigeons flapped their wings, brushing past the magnificent and ancient building spires, causing countless elderly people to look up, like prisoners under the abyss peeking at the free sky. As the noon bell rang from the distant clock tower, the pigeons disappeared into the hazy distance...

Time dissolved bit by bit in the warm sunlight.

After feeling warm all over, Chen Ling yawned unhurriedly...

He got up and walked toward his bed.

Chen Ling casually took off his theatrical robe and suddenly felt something hard brush against his chest. He froze slightly, a flash of confusion in his eyes.

He searched the theatrical robe for a moment, and soon, a neatly folded piece of paper appeared in his palm.

"I am Chen Ling."

"When you see this, please read all the content below carefully and review your own memories."

"If the records below contradict your memories or if there are gaps, it means the Silver King is tampering with your memories... Remember, everything is based on the content recorded on the paper."

Seeing this, Chen Ling’s gaze became heavy.

He didn't remember when he had stuffed this thing into his clothes...

Chen Ling looked around vigilantly, drew the curtains, and even walked to the door to lock it, before carefully unfolding the paper.

Lines of text came into view.

"I am Chen Ling, the workshop manager of the Wuji District 9 manufacturing plant, and a fighter for the Human Rights Union, a spontaneous civilian organization. Since the Silver King took control of the domain, everything here has become a mess... My mission is to fight at all costs to win back the human rights that belong to all residents of the Wuji Domain."

"Even if we are unarmed, we must still fight for every single person. Words and shouts are our weapons, and an unyielding spirit is our armor. I will fight alongside my compatriots until final victory."

"In the most recent demonstration, I was arrested. I know what they are thinking. They want to wear down my will by keeping me under house arrest, assimilate me bit by bit, and make me a member of this huge violent group. They think that if I defect, the other compatriots in the Human Rights Union will collapse without a fight."

"Therefore, I must never forget who I am, and I must never forget my mission! Even if I am imprisoned, I must continue to protest against the Silver King in my own way until I win back freedom and power for all residents."

"I am not fighting alone. Behind our Human Rights Union, there are wizards supporting us, and they will find a way to rescue me..."

“……”

Chen Ling’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

"No wonder my head felt so heavy today... It seems the Silver King has made a move on me."

"He stole the fighting spirit in my heart, made me lazy and indolent, and even made me forget many things, and my memories were a bit disjointed... Fortunately, I left this paper, or he would have succeeded."

As Chen Ling muttered to himself, a look of lingering fear appeared on his face. He hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it back into his clothes, as if afraid of being seen by others.

Chen Ling took a few deep breaths to calm his mood, and then determination appeared in his eyes...

He turned and sat down at the desk.

After seeing the mission recorded on the paper, Chen Ling couldn't sleep, so he simply started preparing the opinion letter. He picked up the quill pen, pondered for a long time, and wrote solemnly on the paper.

"Mr. Silver King:"

"Although you have kept me under house arrest, I will not give up. I must speak plainly: most of the actions you have taken in the Wuji Domain are malicious and absurd..."

"Especially the policy of mandating an 18-hour daily work shift for young people, which will greatly exploit their lives, and the harsh working environment is causing illness to affect their bodies. At the same time, because young labor is being exploited, a large number of elderly residents are left unattended, and the mortality rate is constantly increasing..."

“……”

Chen Ling wrote four thousand words, criticizing the Silver King and his governing party from the perspectives of objectivity, subjectivity, health, sustainable development, and human ethics.

After finishing, he took the opinion letter and walked out of the room aggressively.

"Hello, where is the Silver King now?"

"He is not in the church... I don't know where he went specifically." A maid replied.

"Then when will he be back?"

"I don't know either..."

Chen Ling was a bit frustrated, but he didn't give up. Instead, he took the opinion letter to the prayer room, found a bench to sit on, and prepared to wait for the Silver King to return.

At the same time, Lou Yu, who was sitting in the front row resting with his eyes closed, looked back, appearing somewhat surprised.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting to deliver a letter to the Silver King."

"A letter? To him?" Lou Yu asked in confusion. "What kind of letter?"

"An opinion letter about canceling the 18-hour work system for young people in the Wuji Domain. I hope he can face human rights squarely and not go down a path that invites the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people." Chen Ling answered firmly.

Lou Yu: ...?

Lou Yu looked at Chen Ling with an incredibly strange gaze. As if realizing something, he snorted coldly, turned his head away silently, and lowered his head to sip the tea in his cup.

"I will write you a letter tomorrow too." Chen Ling’s firm voice sounded again.

The abrupt sentence almost made Lou Yu spit out the tea in his mouth. He turned his head to look at Chen Ling again:

"To me? What kind of letter is that?"

"You washed two districts of the Wuji Domain in blood to refine the Philosopher’s Stone, killing millions of people." Chen Ling’s gaze toward Lou Yu was sharp, as if examining a criminal. "The Silver King controls the Wuji Domain, and currently, it’s just mismanagement, but what you have done is truly insane... Your sins are heavier than his."

Lou Yu fell into silence.

He didn't refute, just turned his head away calmly.

Light and shadow streamed through the glass windows above the prayer platform, covering the entire church. Lou Yu sat in the front row of the church pews, his dark shadow dragged long on the ground like a monument, like an emotionless sculpture.

"It doesn't matter." Lou Yu replied lightly. "I have already prepared to go to hell... if hell really exists in this world."