Chapter 398: Chapter 397: We Know All About You
The Master remained silent, not responding to anything Lv Bai said.
However, Lv Bai appeared as though he didn’t need any reply from the Master at all, the whole process more like talking to himself.
"If we reason logically, controllable heavy element reactions and ecological inner cycles — these technologies, including advanced material science, seem to have been provided by you clones to humanity initially."
Leaving aside the necessary conditions for building the Underground City, just the randomness-packed material science, how could breakthroughs occur precisely when needed?
Lv Bai chuckled senselessly: "Actually, if you think about it, it makes sense. These advanced technologies are almost all designed to ensure humans can survive underground."
He raised the hand that touched the Master’s head, as if admiring a clay statue.
"Considering all these known circumstances, a reasonable hypothesis can be made."
He continued with a smile in his voice: "Your clones are indeed technologically advanced, able to crush humanity, but definitely not beyond the Deathmatch System."
"Following this hypothesis further, you want to control the Deathmatch System or obtain the necessary power from it, yet you don’t qualify as Death Fighters, so you choose the cumbersome way of clones to indirectly secure your goal, naturally unable to let humanity perish completely."
Halfway through, Lv Bai suddenly realized.
"Hmm? Also, using clones must have many restrictions. Otherwise, you could just imprison humans directly rather than leaving room as you do now."
As he divulged more information, his thinking grew clearer.
"That’s it, indeed your level hasn’t surpassed the Deathmatch System. You naturally fear humans obtaining threatening power from it, thus logically segregating the whole human race."
Humans living in underground shelters are physically isolated and can’t truly connect.
Moreover, the living space in shelters is ultimately limited; reaching a total population of one to two million per shelter is already pushing the boundaries.
While surface-dwelling humans can maintain connections, their living spaces are ample, but they can’t develop technology; even their subsistence is controlled, only surviving with hardship by relying on clones.
Humans in these two conditions of living surely know that each side is basically abandoned by the other, approaching cautiously.
On the other side, there’s no need to elaborate further; mutual antagonism makes true unification difficult.
Lv Bai estimated that, without his unreasonable existence, this structure could essentially persist until the clones obtain what they want and decisively eliminate humanity as a threat.
Even if the human lower class can’t endure the tough life and decides to revolt against the upper structure, no matter what happens, it’s seen as human internal harm by the clones, insignificant.
Not to mention, the clones can still meddle subtly, effortlessly steering situations toward what they wish to see.
"Tch."
Thinking of this, Lv Bai rubbed his chin, expressing slight admiration: "Pity you met me."
"Pfft~"
The Master scoffed.
Finally breaking his self-imposed silence, he mocked: "I must admit, your conjecture is very close to the truth, but you’re a bit too presumptuous. Do you really think you alone can threaten us?"
"Do you think, throughout hundreds of years, no one else has ever deduced the truth?"
The Master raised his forefinger, waving it disdainfully: "To borrow your human phrase, you’re like a rat just climbing out of the sewer, thinking you’ve seen the vast sky, while unaware that anyone on the street can easily crush you with one step."
Lv Bai raised his eyebrows slightly.
Since the other party rarely spoke, he naturally wouldn’t interrupt, instead quietly letting the right to speak pass over.
He showed surprise: "What do you mean?"
The hint of panic in his eyes provided significant emotional value to the Master.
"Your mistake lies in exposing yourself too early. If you continued hiding, perhaps one day you could truly grow to cause us trouble — of course, only trouble."
Speaking up to this point, the Master unexpectedly stood up, adopting a stance of looking straight or even downward: "Do you think I’m right, clever Murphy?"
Lv Bai’s face revealed an expression of awe he struggled to suppress.
Seeing this, the Master felt as satisfied as biting into an icy watermelon on a hot day, venting: "While you were smug, I’ve already reported your anomaly; we’ve thoroughly investigated your background."
"You’ve only completed six rounds of deathmatch duels; even if you’re supremely talented, you’ve merely mastered six abilities."
"Let me tell you, within the deathmatch system’s Death Fighter list, seven out of ten in the top hundred rounds are ours, and the top ten are entirely ours; the ability list and talent list, even the title list, show no significant deviation."
"Even without utilizing any technological inventions beyond your understanding, just through the Death Fighter method, we can easily suppress a little rat like you."
The Master tilted his head up, gazing at the ceiling, as if his sight could penetrate the concrete layers of the building and see the sky outside the hotel: "Looks like the Cleaner Fish are almost here, no need to worry, such talents as yours won’t be preserved, cherish your last moments."
He redirected his gaze to Lv Bai’s face, seeking to see an expression of despair in front of the young face, to relieve his previous dormant humiliation.
However, to his surprise, he didn’t sense any tension from Lv Bai.
The previous feeling of awe and panic seemed to have merely been an illusion.
Not only that, the smile in Lv Bai’s eyes seemed to have grown even richer.
For some reason, the Master felt inexplicably uneasy.
But logically speaking, he couldn’t think of where something might go wrong.
Even if Lv Bai’s six abilities were all of Color Level, in front of the entire force, that’s just it.
What about escaping?
Under surveillance from full-orbit satellites, whatever happens on the surface can’t escape their eyes, and once locked on, there’s no way Lv Bai can slip away right under their noses.
Could Lv Bai be formidable enough to confront them directly?
This thought made the Master burst into laughter, questioning if his long-endured frustration had muddled his mind.
A mere Death Fighter involved in just six rounds surpassing the arduous plight of countless generations of their predecessors?
What a joke.
