Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 247 - 231: Repent, Repent Before Destiny

"Last words?" Tian Tao’s voice carried a trace of confusion and puzzlement.

"Another dead person?" His tone rose, filled with disbelief and alarm.

"Another?!!" Tian Tao’s voice turned sharp, full of undisguised fear.

Tian Tao’s entire body turned cold as he stared at Chen Ya in shocked horror, trembling as he spoke:

"What do you mean, District Chief Chang Wei, what happened to him? No, Chen Ya, are you dead or alive?"

Tian Tao sprang up as if with springs in his feet, stretching his arms to embrace Chen Ya, feeling the faint warmth radiating from his body.

As his mind eased slightly, the next moment intensified his shock and anger: "You’re not dead, so whose body is in the crematorium? Who’s playing tricks, was it Feng Mu?!!"

Chen Ya allowed Tian Tao to hold him, remaining motionless, unfazed, using two fingers to turn off his phone before gently tossing it onto the bed.

The whole action was indescribably calm and graceful. Then he gestured for Tian Tao to hush, seriously saying:

"Don’t make noise, keep your voice down, killing should have a conscience, we shouldn’t disturb others’ sleep or work."

Tian Tao exerted force with his arms, his muscles knotting and producing a creaking sound, previously using this move to break a prisoner in two.

Yet, Chen Ya stood serenely without exerting any strength, completely unaffected, even though Tian Tao’s veins and arteries bulged alarmingly, his prison uniform showed no sign of crumpling.

It was as if an invisible force separated them, like a ghost immune to physical harm.

Tian Tao tightly clung to Chen Ya, his throat dry as sandpaper rubbing against itself, his voice involuntarily raising several pitches, trembling with despair as he cried:

"No, you’re already dead, but the one who killed you is Feng Mu, you’re mistaken!"

Chen Ya’s body trembled, and Tian Tao was shaken off, the whole of him seemingly losing weight, flying backward and crashing hard against the wall.

Strangely, despite feeling broken into pieces, the collision made no sound, like a garment hanging on the wall, silently sliding to the ground.

As Tian Tao was about to fall and nearly upset a chair, Chen Ya casually flicked his hand, a thin, invisible thread shot out, lightly wrapping around the chair’s leg, pulling it back.

Then, with another casual gesture, a silver needle guided by an invisible hand curved and plunged into Tian Tao’s throat, stifling his scream within.

Chen Ya walked slowly to where Tian Tao lay, confusion and terror etched on his face.

Chen Ya looked down at him with undeniable seriousness in his voice:

"Tian Tao, you’ve lived your life arrogantly and roughly, ignoring reason. Tonight, at death’s door, I hope you realize, exhibit some conscience, and quietly, without disturbing anyone, complete what you must do."

Tian Tao stared at Chen Ya in horror, aware of the immense gap between their abilities, an insurmountable divide akin to that between humans and ghosts, filling him with despair.

He turned his head toward the door, which stood slightly ajar, unlocked, so anyone could easily push it open from outside.

Tian Tao’s gaze fixated on the door, silently pleading for someone to come through, anyone.

Chen Ya hadn’t locked the door, nor glanced at it, simply speaking softly: "No one will barge in recklessly, because they all fear you."

Tian Tao’s soul plunged into a cold abyss, the flickering hope in his eyes freezing and extinguishing, his mouth silently opening and closing, emitting powerless ah-ah sounds.

Like Feng Mu, Chen Ya was merciful, willing to grant others a chance to speak.

He casually plucked the silver needle from Tian Tao’s throat, earnestly saying, "Don’t disturb others."

Tian Tao dared not shout, only managing in a hushed, hoarse voice, "What do you actually want me to do?"

Chen Ya’s expression grew solemn, his voice somber and distant, as if officiating at a sacred ritual: "Repent, repent toward your Destiny!"

....

In a warm private room at a street-side restaurant near the Fourth Hospital, Feng Ju’s family sat around a dining table, each person with complicated thoughts.

Feng Ju had completed the discharge procedures, wearing the Patrol Office uniform once more, the regained right arm exceptionally conspicuous from under the crisp attire.

The arm forged from hard black alloy, with intricate gears and miniature motors hidden at the elbow joint.

Inside are rows of precise circuit boards and wires, interwoven like nerves, connecting with the motor, continuously supplying energy to the arm.

The outer side was coated with a smooth nano-layer, reflecting a chilling luster under the lights.

A marking engraved on the layer reads: Divine Armor CX-27 Hunting Prosthetic.

Feng Ju sighed lightly, his voice tinged with an inescapable sentiment: "Who would have thought, I’d regain an arm again."

He gently flexed his wrist, the five fingers deftly switching functions under his will — close combat mode, ranged mode, and everyday mode.

Each transition was magically seamless, revealing technological marvels unimaginable to Lower City People.

So immersed was Feng Ju in his sentiment, but he shook his head regretfully shortly, "Regrettably, no synthetic skin was equipped, so exposed like this, it looks a bit frightening."

Feng Yuhuai’s gaze followed the mechanical arm filled with sci-fi and violent aesthetics, her expression slightly stiff as she forced out an unnatural smile, asking: 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Indeed, then why not install synthetic skin?"

Feng Ju sighed, his tone carrying some helplessness:

"The attache explained, human synthetic skin is strictly controlled as a forbidden item, barred from Lower City’s circulation, even he couldn’t procure it."

Feng Yuhuai silently sighed at the words, pondering internally:

"Capable of importing such a powerful mechanical prosthetic, yet unable to acquire a thin layer of synthetic skin?"

Wang Xiuli did not care about synthetic skin, worried instead about her husband’s condition, asking:

"Deploying mechanical prosthetic must’ve cost a lot, is it to have you perform some dangerous tasks?"

Feng Ju’s joy faded slightly, he glared discontentedly at Wang Xiuli and coldly snorted, "Don’t meddle in Patrol Office affairs."

Fearful of probing furthers, Wang Xiuli also asked, "Such a joyous discharge occasion, surely Mu should be called here?"

Feng Ju’s expression hardened, angrily retorting, "Why call him, don’t mention that unfilial son to me."

Nervous Wang Xiuli closed her mouth immediately, afraid to aggravate him.

Just then, Feng Yuhuai intended to speak but was interrupted by a phone text notification.

She opened her phone, a sudden message popping up, almost made her bristle.

The message’s sender was a jumble of characters, a mix of numbers and letters, with the content reading: The game starts, countdown remaining...