521L: What’s Mr. Spade doing outside so late at night?!
522L: Is he going to find the OP?!!!
523L: 520L, please tell us more!!!
524L: Today, I was in charge of monitoring the city’s traffic surveillance, and I accidentally spotted Mr. Spade—yes, Mr. Spade and I were classmates, it’s that much of a coincidence. Don’t ask me why it’s such a coincidence or accuse me of trying to get attention. I have no fucking idea how it’s this coincidental either. It’s like fate itself is urging me to live-stream this. He ran onto the road, hotwired a hovercar, and sped off, triggering a chase by the Imperial Capital Transportation Bureau. I watched him execute three sharp, drifting turns, slamming on the accelerator and maintaining full speed—Senior, your driving skills are N0.1! Then he headed east.
525L: How can you remember what Mr. Spade looks like after all this time?
526L: Because he’s the guy I’ve secretly been crushing on!
527L: Gag…
528L: Three-Year-Old Spade belongs to the OP! Childhood sweethearts rule!
529L: Stop derailing the thread! Surveillance guy, hurry up and continue!
530L: That’s all there is to tell. After driving like that for three minutes, he abandoned the hovercar and broke into a private residence. The surveillance cameras can’t see inside the house, though.
531L: Upstairs said nothing useful.
532L: The OP lost their Spiritual Body and desperately needs Three-Year-Old Spade. Since Three-Year-Old Spade also lost his Spiritual Body, could he need OP too?
533L: That makes sense.
534L: They’re coming out! They’re coming out!
535L: Quick, tell us! How’s the OP?
536L: I can’t see clearly. Mr. Spade is carrying someone, hmm… wait… there’s blood!
537L: Blood?! The OP couldn’t have…
538L: Did Mr. Spade arrive too late?
539L: QAQ
540L: It’s okay! The person in Mr. Spade’s arms moved slightly. Mr. Spade immediately stopped and lowered his head to speak to them… Damn it, the surveillance has no audio! I can’t hear what they’re saying.
541L: False alarm! Phew—
542L: Three-Year-Old Spade was finally quick-witted for once.
543L: The person in his arms must be the OP!
544L: If it’s not the OP, heh heh, whoever it is, the forty-meter-long knives[mfn]四十米長刀 (sì shí mǐ zhǎng dāo): An internet slang originated from a blunder in a news report in June 2016 caused by a misspelling of the unit’s name and is now commonly used as a humorous reference to online fights. It all started when a news editor made a typo and mistakenly wrote the headline “Surveillance footage shows woman wielding a 40-meter-long knife and attacking people in the street.” Netizens with vivid imaginations conjured up images of a 40-meter-long knife attacking people, which immediately became hilarious. As a result, it was ridiculed by many netizens and gradually became used in online arguments, but it has a more playful and teasing tone than ordinary insults. This meme spawned another one: “Let you run 39 meters first.” This is also a joke about a 40-meter-long sword, because even if someone runs 39 meters first, you can still kill them in the end.[/mfn] of all the Madam XXXX fans and Lord XXXX fans next door are already sharpened and ready.
545L: OP’s fans are ready too!
546L: For some reason, I feel like OP’s fans are all adorable, well-behaved little kids pretending to be adults. So cute~
547L: After all, fans resemble their idols.
548L: They got into a hovercar… and were immediately blocked by the Imperial Capital Transportation Bureau at the intersection.
549L: How tragic! Car theft + speeding? He’s going straight to jail.
550L: Take the OP to the hospital first, then go to jail, hey!
551L: The Imperial Capital Transportation Bureau actually let them through???!
552L: Upstairs, aren’t you Mr. Spade’s classmate? Don’t you know what he does?
553L: No idea. He only took the basic Sentinel courses with us. After the third year of Sentinel school, he had his own extra training missions and even took exams separately, graduating early. We never knew exactly what he did. If I’d known he was Madam XXXX’s son earlier, I would have definitely asked for an autograph!
554L: Hearing that makes Madam Peach’s fans feel a lot better now.
555L: Mr. Spade took the person in his arms home. This is the full report from the Imperial Capital Transportation Bureau’s frontline officers.
556L: No live updates? So sad…
557L: No news about the OP? So worried…
558L: Believing that no news is good news!
559L: I finally finished repairing the room and can catch up on the thread!
560L: Repairing the room?
561L: Are there still rooms that need manual repairs these days?
562L: Isn’t everything done by robots?
563L: Because the isolation room was destroyed, the boss told us to repair it and upgrade it at the same time.
564L: I noticed the person from upstairs appeared at 385L!
565L: Yeah, this morning I was browsing the forum in the duty room when the boss called me over to repair the isolation room. He said it was damaged, but the isolation room often suffers attacks from within the room. Usually, I just need to identify the damaged areas, input a program, and let the repair robots handle it. But today, the isolation room damage was severe—all security facilities were destroyed. We had to re-enter all the data and reboot the system. I’ve been busy until now, finally getting back to slacking off. By the way, when I left, the thread was almost at 400L. How has it only increased by less than 200 floors in a whole day?
567L: It’s a long story. Just read the records above yourself.
568L: Why does this plot feel so familiar?
569L: Familiar +1
570L: I bet we’re getting another third-person perspective!
571L: Scatter flowers~~~
572L: All security facilities were destroyed… What kind of combat power is this…?
573L: Question! To the kind soul at 565L, are you at the Imperial Capital Guide Research Center?
574L: Yes, it’s my first time participating in a real-world incident. It feels a bit surreal. If only I’d camped out by the isolation room door earlier! TAT I deeply regret missing the chance to witness Madam Peach and Mr. Club in action. It is said that when Mr. Spade arrived yesterday, the entire center was thrown into chaos. He attacked the accompanying researchers in the vehicle and injured the Sentinel guarding the OP. No one but the OP could approach Mr. Spade, so the first sedative injection given to Mr. Spade was administered by the OP himself.
575L: OP is V5[mfn]V5: an Internet buzzwords. V5 (wēi wǔ) is an expression used to mean “formidable” or “awesome”. V sounds similar to the “wei” in 威 (wēi) 5 sounds like 武 (wǔ). Together, the pinyin pronunciation “wei wu” for V5 is a homophone for the Chinese word 威武, which translates to “formidable,” “mighty,” or “awesome”. It is often used in online chats and forums to praise someone or something.[/mfn]!
576L: Mighty!
577L: My heart aches for the OP. I can already see the next step after the Spiritual Body being swallowed is that the OP himself being swallowed.
578L: As for how Mr. Spade and Mr. Club destroyed my isolation room and caused me a huge workload, I didn’t see the scene myself. By the time I arrived at the site, all that remained was rubble: the partition glass was completely shattered, the walls were dented, the bed with restraint functions was cracked, and the wall lamps were smashed. I don’t know if they were injured; all I know is that I spat out a mouthful of blood right then and there. It’s already 4:30 AM, so I’m going to sleep first.
579L: Hey, hey, remember to dig up more clues! It would be best if you could get access to the surveillance footage and give us a real-time report!
580L: Is anyone still awake?
581L: Everyone’s asleep. Even the thread next door is deserted…
582L: Calling the OP as usual before bed.
583L: OP, are you okay? [Handsome people are already awake, while ugly ones are just going to sleep.jpg]
584L OP:
I’m fine. I’m at Mr. Spade’s house now—to be precise, I’m on Mr. Spade’s bed.
Last night, I don’t know what came over me; it was as if I was possessed. I was utterly weary of life and saw no point in living. My first reaction was actually to post my experiences on the forum, so other researchers could gather data…
Although I had called the research center for help, Mr. Spade broke through the window first and stopped me from what appeared to be self-harm. He said that when he broke in, my feet were covered in blood, and I was holding a shard of glass in my right hand, attempting to cut my wrist. He took me home and used a healing device to mend the cuts on my feet from stepping on broken glass.
The author has something to say:
Why didn’t Mr. Spade take the OP to the research center? Don’t forget the crucial detail: his mother is Madam Shirlefs, the goddess. (Forced explanation…)
An Incomplete Timeline of Madam Shirlefs’ Major Achievements:
Formerly a researcher at the Sentinel-Guide Mental Power Research Center. First served as Chief Guide Assistant for the XXXX Military Unit, and later held a key position in the Special Administrative Office.
First to successfully heal a Sentinel experiencing a mental storm in their sea of consciousness; pioneered Sentinel Concealment Studies; pioneered Guide Offensive Studies; participated in the centennial historical drama The History of Guides, playing the role of Madam Shirlefs…
The above information is from the Giliweia Encyclopedia. The information is incomplete; many of Madam Shirlefs’ research achievements remain classified and await updates.
Speaking of feeling utterly weary of life and saw no point in living, I recently learn a new term; anhedonia—the inability to experience joy or pleasure. More information: Link.
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言之有理 (yán zhī yǒu lǐ): to speak in a rational or convincing way; to sound reasonable; right on; make sense; it stands to reason; hold water; be reasonable; be said with solid judgment; logical; well-reasoned.一言難盡 (yī yán nán jìn): (of complicated matters) to be hard to explain in a few words (idiom); complicated and not easy to express succinctly; there is a lot to say; it’s a long story.
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