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translator: Eve
editor: xiin

The next day, Song Xuanhe was woken up by the knocking on the door.

The middle-aged man who had opened his door to him yesterday spoke in the local dialect for a while. It was only when he saw Song Xuanhe’s blank expression that he realized that he should be using English. “The army has suddenly decided to search everyone’s homes to see if anyone’s hiding people of the opposing faction. If you stay here, you’ll implicate my entire family. You have to leave now!”

Song Xuanhe had yet to snap out of his daze when the man brought in two women. Together, they swiftly gathered all of Song Xuanhe’s belongings, then gave him a bit of food. “Leave from the back door. Try to stay away from the military. If you bump into people in the military, don’t fight them. Tell them you came to learn the art of dyeing from Mr. Hashemi. Perhaps they will believe you.”

Not even the middle-aged man himself believed the last thing he said. He didn’t believe that anyone would run over here for such a preposterous reason and endanger their life. Everyone here wanted to leave this place. Therefore, although what Song Xuanhe had claimed to be the purpose of his visit was the same as what his friend had told him, he still didn’t believe it.

Song Xuanhe could tell that the middle-aged man didn’t believe him, but he didn’t want to explain himself. He simply said, “Could you tell me where the nearest bus stop is?”

“The bus doesn’t come every day!” The middle-aged man found a robe and headscarf that could cover Song Xuanhe. He gave Song Xuanhe the simplest and safest route he knew, then sighed. “Foreigners appear there often. If you’re lucky, perhaps you’ll encounter an ambassador from your country. You’ll be safe if that happens. Now hurry. Go.”

Song Xuanhe nodded. He left a wad of cash and some food he had bought in the past before leaving from the back door.

Even the System couldn’t keep from making a sarcastic remark. 【You probably didn’t expect that you would have to run for your life when you ran over here yesterday.】

【I did think of this.】

Song Xuanhe walked down the virtually empty road. He recalled the route the middle-aged man had told him. He surveyed the area to figure out what the safest route would be.

【Then do you regret coming here?】The System asked.

Song Xuanhe paused：【Yes.】

The System was surprised. It had always known just how obstinate Song Xuanhe could be. It also knew that Song Xuanhe rarely regretted his decisions. He had only blurted this question out because his microchip had overheated. Actually, its data had told it that there was an eighty seven percent chance Song Xuanhe would say that he didn’t regret coming here. The remaining 13% was due to uncontrollable factors.

Usually, if the disparity was this big, there was no need to even consider the other alternative. Under normal circumstances, it was almost certain that the higher probability outcome would occur. But after meeting Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu, the System started to wonder if it really was a high level system. It also wondered if its data was really as comprehensive as it had thought. Otherwise, why was its predictions inaccurate even when the probabilities were so high?

The System was unresigned to this and continued to ask：【Why do you regret coming here? You’ve never regretted anything in the past.】

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Song Xuanhe pursed his lips. He knew why he regretted it, but he wasn’t going to tell the System why.