Dual Worlds: I Have a Doomsday World

Through his Spiritual Vision, Lin Qi saw Si Ying and King Arthur.

King Arthur was not far from Si Ying, less than thirty meters away, but they were in two separate pipes.

Greenfield City’s underground pipe system was extremely complex, and seemed to have been designed with other purposes in mind from the very beginning.

The pipe Si Ying was in connected to the Twin Towers.

As one might expect, further down the pipe and along a specific route, it was certain to extend into the Iron Curtain Void.

However, the moment Si Ying appeared within the range of Lin Qi’s Spiritual Vision, it was a clear sign that his death was not far off.

Activating his Blood Manipulation, Lin Qi prepared to grant Si Ying a respectable death by cerebral infarction.

But Si Ying’s conversation with the people around him made Lin Qi pause his actions.

"Young Master, please come with us."

Several people surrounded Si Ying. Their bodies were heavily implanted with L-Class Prosthetic Bodies, and the parts that weren’t augmented were covered in tattoos.

Lin Qi was very familiar with this style. They were gang members.

"Who sent you?"

Si Ying seemed a little lost. He truly didn’t understand the current situation.

He still believed that he was the scapegoat set up by the Si Clan, destined to die this very night.

"Young Master, you don’t need to know." The gang members had no intention of explaining.

Si Ying’s mind raced as he muttered frantically, "You’re not here to kill me..."

"You’re here to save me?"

"How is that possible? How could anyone save me?"

"Who would care if I live or die? No one cares. In the Si Clan, no one cares about me at all..."

"Haha... Someone’s actually saving me? Someone is saving me, which means I don’t have to die?"

"I... I get it now. It’s Ranran! Ranran isn’t dead! She’s not dead, right?"

After this series of mutterings, Si Ying suddenly remembered something.

If there was truly anyone in the Si Clan who cared whether he lived or died, it could only be one person: Si Ranran.

Ranran’s status was the same as his own. They were both targets, raised by the Si Clan for the true heir.

The brother and sister shared the same fate and pitied one another for it.

Their inescapable fate of death led them to rely on each other, and even to fall in love.

In the midst of his excitement, Si Ying’s body suddenly went rigid.

"Wait..."

"If Ranran sent you to save me, and she’s not dead... does that mean she’s actually..."

"So I was the only pathetic one? The only one meant to die from the very beginning?"

As he understood more, Si Ying’s heart filled with a profound sense of letdown.

He continued to mutter, his expression growing even more twisted.

Lin Qi, who was watching all of this through his Spiritual Vision, frowned slightly.

Si Ying’s words were too fragmented, too chaotic.

But Lin Qi had learned a great deal about Si Ying over the past few days. Based on these fragmented mutterings alone, he was able to piece together the entire story.

The news had once reported that the Si Clan heir, Si Ranran, had been assassinated, which led the clan to activate the Iron Curtain.

Si Ranran was Si Ying’s sister. It was precisely because of her death that he had gradually descended into madness.

’Si Ying might be mad, but what he’s saying now can’t be a lie,’ Lin Qi thought. ’It’s impossible for him to know that I’m using my Spiritual Vision to observe him with All-Purpose Perception.’

Lin Qi observed the reactions of the people around Si Ying.

Silence.

Complete silence.

No one responded to Si Ying’s muttering, but no one tried to force him to leave, either.

The scene seemed to confirm Si Ying’s own suspicions.

’Si Ranran isn’t dead. Or rather, the Si Clan had the true heir pose as a target and fake her own death.’

’Then Si Ying, the real target, was pushed into the spotlight. Declared the new heir, he simultaneously became the public bullseye.’

’But to throw people off the scent, the Si Clan deliberately left behind that one-hundred-million revenge fund, making Si Ying’s identity a mystery once again.’

’So the Si Clan’s true goal was always to divert the attention of all the other factions, allowing Si Ranran to disappear completely?’

The fog was gradually lifting.

The identity of the Si Clan’s true heir was coming to the surface.

Lin Qi could even deduce Si Ranran’s location now.

The Iron Curtain Void. The true safe house built by the Si Clan. Si Ranran was hiding there.

In his Spiritual Vision, Si Ying’s emotional state continued to fluctuate wildly.

"I’m a fake, and so is Ranran... but she’s actually real. I’m a true fake, she’s a fake fake..."

"So what about us? Was any of it real, or was it all fake?"

"Does she want to save me—her brother—or does she just want me to continue being... a target?"

Si Ying was lost in a haze of confusion.

There was no relief at having escaped death, only questions about his past life and feelings.

In that moment, the light that had illuminated Si Ying’s life was no longer pure.

Si Ying felt as if his emotions, his dignity, and even the very meaning of his life had been trampled into a thousand pieces.

Suddenly, Si Ying felt dizzy, his vision blurring.

The strength was slowly draining from his body.

Half of his body grew numb, accompanied by a stabbing, needle-like pain.

’What’s happening to me?’

’Am I just overcome with grief?’

THUD. Si Ying dropped to one knee.

He gasped for breath.

’Is this feeling of suffocation just from the grief?’

Si Ying didn’t know. All he wanted now was to see Si Ranran and ask her in person.

’Was every word she’d ever said to him a lie?’

’Was every ounce of her affection just an act?’

’What exactly was the relationship between them?’

’Heir and target?’

’Brother and sister?’

’Or... lovers, defying the judgment of the world?’

His face grew cold and even more numb.

His mouth and eyes started to droop, and half of his body went rigid.

His kneeling body suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Si Ying realized with horror.

’To hell with the grief.’

’To hell with the emotions.’

’To hell with what was real or fake.’

’This wasn’t his body reacting to emotional turmoil.’

’Someone was attacking him!’

"H... hel... help... me!"

His eyes fixed on the gang members beside him, Si Ying tried to cry for help.

But the sound was trapped in his throat, making it impossible to understand what he was trying to say.

The surrounding gang members stood rooted to the spot, not daring to get too close to Si Ying.

They all knew that this young master had been going mad recently.

But the Young Miss valued the Young Master greatly, which meant that even though he was just a target, they didn’t dare show him any disrespect.

These gang members were completely unable to judge Si Ying’s current condition.

From Si Ying’s earlier muttering, it was clear that he had figured everything out and been plunged into overwhelming grief.

Grief often causes people to act irrationally.

Like falling to their knees, rolling on the ground, or their faces twisting as they wept uncontrollably.

As his remaining consciousness perceived the indifference of those around him, a boundless despair surged through Si Ying’s heart.

’No!’

’How can I be dying?’

’My sister sent people to save me.’

’I haven’t seen her yet. I still have to ask her my questions...’

The feeling of imminent death grew stronger, his consciousness no longer able to control his body’s movements.

Lin Qi increased the power of his Blood Manipulation, creating a massive thrombus in Si Ying’s brain.

60%

80%

Until a blood vessel was 100% blocked.

Si Ying was about to die.