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vynegar · 3 months ago

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vyn 5th birthday ssr, part one

so… it has (yet again) been almost a year and a half since my last translation. honestly i didn’t expect to be back either since i’ve been taking a hiatus from reading CN server cards, so this is a surprise to me too! there were just some parts of this story i really liked and wanted to translate, so here we are. i hope you enjoy!

disclaimer (there is an extra one): this is a fan translation and i am not fluent in chinese, so keep in mind that there will be mistakes. please also note that although i’m translating this story, i don’t necessarily agree with everything that’s said in the story or with how it handles certain topics (mainly regarding the justice system and mental illness). feel free to let me know if you have questions, concerns, or comments.

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[PART ONE]

[0:31] Themis Law Firm

It was lunch hour, and the drowsy atmosphere spread through the office like a virus. Sunlight blurred the words on my screen until they were hard to distinguish. My thoughts were starting to wander, as the red circle I had drawn on my desktop calendar looked especially bright.

MC: (Come to think of it, it’s almost Vyn’s birthday…)

Last year we were stuck in Svart because of the Appointment Ceremony, but this year things were quiet. However, I couldn’t be sure if this was simply the quiet before the storm, or if Eirik had truly understood Vyn’s resolve after we escaped…

MC: (Either way… last year was tumultuous, but this year we should be able to peacefully celebrate Vyn’s birthday. Maybe I should ask him what his thoughts are…)

I unlocked my phone. Figuring that Vyn was probably still taking his afternoon nap, I instead started to search restaurants he might be interested in…

Kiki: Huh!? Is this real?!

The quiet office broke out into commotion; Kiki’s shout startled me so much I almost dropped my phone.

Kiki: MC, look at this.

Before I could react, my vision was completely obstructed by a phone screen Kiki reached over to show me.

???: I, Zheng Yan, have had my life ruined by false charges! My family was torn apart, and now they’re all dead! Do I really deserve all this?! Yes, I’ve made mistakes. But if this is all just karma, then where’s the karma for the people who harmed me?!

Kiki was showing me a livestream of a middle-aged man standing on a rooftop. His face was haggard, his hair was mostly white, and he made no attempt to conceal his pain and despair. The hoarse shouting was scattered to the fierce winds.

Zheng Yan: You’re all good people, but I… I just don’t want to live anymore!

MC: What?!

The man stepped over the railing. His cumbersome body seemed like he might lose his balance at any moment, causing several more people in the office to cry out in alarm.

MC: Is he livestreaming his suicide?!

Kiki: Yes. He’s only just started, but the stream already has over a million hits.

A livestreamed suicide made for a shocking headline. Before long, the law firm was filled with continuous sound of the man’s laments.

Zheng Yan: My son is just a boy, but because we didn’t have the money for his treatment, all he could do in the end was just wait at home to die. When he was in so much pain he couldn’t sleep, I was in prison. When he was on his deathbed crying out for his dad, I was still in prison! I’m despicable. I should just die! I’m sorry, Xiao Zhuo, I’m so sorry… (1)

He was crawling on the ground, weeping. I couldn’t help but frown at the sight of such a heartbroken father.

MC: What happened to him? What made him like this?

Kiki: It seems like he was wrongfully imprisoned in Svart, but he hasn’t gone into specifics.

MC: Svart?

The sobbing gradually stopped. Zheng Yan calmed himself, then looked back into the camera.

Zheng Yan: But before I die, I won’t let the person who harmed me get away with it! I’m going to show everyone your true colors!

[flashback]

[3:39] Interrogation Room

The room was dim. With the only window facing a hallway, even the alternation of day and night had lost all meaning here. Worse still was the unrelenting rain – like hypnotic white noise, the incessant thunderstorm wore down even the most resilient of minds.

Zheng Yan didn’t know how long had passed, but based on the increasing impatience of his interrogator, Detective Jack, he figured his custody limit was almost up (2). Just hang in there a little longer, he thought. They had simply gotten the wrong guy. Soon, he would be free, and once he was out of the police station he could go home to Stellis. It was summer, which meant Xiao Zhuo’s birthday was coming up. Zheng Yan hadn’t seen his son since coming to Svart. Did his son still remember him…?

???: Ahem.

A coffee spoon clinked against the walls of the cup. The crisp sound immediately interrupted his wistful daydreams.

???: You seem distracted.

Ah yes, how could he forget. There was someone else in the room.

A young man sat across from him nonchalantly, holding a coffee mug. There was nothing remarkable about his appearance – except his unforgettable eyes. Zheng Yan had been to prison in Stellis and seen people with all sorts of looks in their eyes: those muddled with desire, those agonized by regret… but he had never seen eyes so clear that they made him feel ashamed. People had weaknesses because they had a goal, and this man seemed to have no goal.

Zheng Yan: Oh… what were we talking about…?

Although the atmosphere wasn’t tense, Zheng Yan still felt a sense of unease. The young man hadn’t revealed his name, only that he was a psychology consultant invited by the police and that he just wanted to chat with him. It didn’t sound very formal, almost as if the police were out of other options… However, it was still possible that this was just a smokescreen for something else. What had this person been thinking when Zheng Yan was lost in his own thoughts?

Young man: We were talking about how the different the weather is in Svart compared to Stellis. You are still not accustomed to it.

The young man easily brought up the trivial topic, wasting the police’s precious time.

Zheng Yan: Ah… that’s right, summer here is nothing compared to summer in Stellis! Xiao Zhuo’s mom would always make a big pot of mung bean soup around this time of year, and any leftovers we would make into mung bean popsicles. Whenever Xiao Zhuo got so hot he was sweating like a pig, he would eat one to cool off. You probably haven’t had mung bean soup before, have you? Back when I was in Stellis, it was too sweet for me, but now I miss the stuff.

Young man: I have tried making it before, but it is not as hot here as it is in Stellis. Its cooling effect was not that apparent.

Zheng Yan: Oho, sounds like you’re interested in Stellis! You’ve even tried making mung bean soup. I didn’t think people from Svart had even heard of the dish.

Young man: Is that enough to count as “interest?” Although, it is true that I would like to visit Stellis.

The man was reticent, but it was the first time he showed an emotion that Zheng Yan could not understand.

Zheng Yan: Sounds good! When you have a chance, come visit me at my home. People from Stellis are very welcoming to guests.

Young man: “Visit you at your home”… So you believe you still have a chance of leaving.

The man responded to Zheng Yan’s promise with an almost-instinctual disdain, as if he knew something that Zheng Yan didn’t. His tone wasn’t even that of a question, it was one of finality.

Zheng Yan: Why wouldn’t I? I already said, I didn’t kill anyone. And the police haven’t found any evidence – are they planning on arresting a good person?

Zheng Yan unwittingly rose his voice. Ever since he’d been detained, everyone had been acting like he would never be able to leave… Why? He hadn’t killed anyone! The police had it all wrong, and there was no way they found any evidence. Once the custody limit was up, he would be free to go. Xiao Zhuo was still waiting for his dad. Zheng Yan was certain he’d be able to go home, of course he’d be able to, he had to.

Young man: You, a good person? Perhaps Stellis and Svart have very different definitions of what it means to be a “good person.”

Zheng Yan quickly realized that getting emotional was playing right into his hands… But no matter how much he tried to control himself, the derision in the man’s words wounded him deeply. When he left Stellis, Xiao Zhuo had said the same thing – sobbing, he said that he didn’t want a bad person as his dad. Xiao Zhuo was only a child, so that undisguised loathing had stabbed Zheng Yan right in the heart. He couldn’t help but clench his fists.

Young man: I saw your Stellis criminal record. First burglary, then armed robbery… just one crime after another. Right now your child is only seven years old, but the sum of all the prison terms you have been sentenced to is longer than the time he has been alive.

Zheng Yan: I admit it, I made a lot of mistakes in the past. I lost my way. But for Xiao Zhuo’s sake, I turned over a new leaf – I’m a changed man now!

Young man: Hah…

The man snorted. His blatant ridicule provoked Zheng Yan once again, even after Zheng Yan’s effort to calm himself down.

Zheng Yan: Is something funny?!

Young man: Why of course. I would love to ask Xiao Zhuo whether he thinks someone sitting handcuffed in an interrogation room is a “changed man.” I am sure he would laugh even harder than I did.

Zheng Yan: You have the wrong guy! I didn’t kill anyone, the cops made a mistake!

That had provoked Zheng Yan. His handcuffs made a harsh sound as metal scraped metal, a reminder of how dire and helpless his current situation was.

Young man: The police would not arrest someone without a good reason. Only you and the deceased were in the office when the crime occurred, and you do not even have a proper alibi. Do you really think you can escape this?

The man’s index finger tapped the table sporadically. In contrast with Zheng Yan’s agitation, he seemed certain of his victory.

Young man: You are only this relaxed because you believe the crime occurred in a locked room. As long as the police are unable to determine how you committed the crime, you will be released once your custody limit is up. But were your efforts really that flawless? To be honest with you, your custody limit is going to be extended again. This means that the police will have more time to investigate.

Zheng Yan: You guys—!

On the verge of being consumed by rage, Zheng Yan was no longer rational enough to discern the veracity of that statement. The young man paused, suppressing his annoyance at having to waste time talking to Zheng Yan, then put on a charitable expression.

Young man: There is a difference between choosing to turn yourself in and having to confess. I am sure you understand this better than I do, considering all the experience you have.

Because he wasn’t a police officer, the young man spoke with no reservation. Each word was filled with contempt for someone with a criminal record.

Zheng Yan: How can I confess to something I haven’t done!

Young man: Stop with the useless defiance. Have you thought about how your son would feel? Maybe when you left Stellis for a fresh start, he still had a sliver of hope for you. But if he knew how much of a coward you were, how you were trying to escape the consequences of your actions, I bet he would wish he never had someone like you as his father. You see, all you fathers are like this. You claim that you have your children’s best interests at heart, but in reality you are nothing but selfish!

Zheng Yan: That’s not true!

Zheng Yan pounded the table, but nothing could stop the man’s scathing words. The young man was still speaking, but Zheng Yan could no longer hear it. Once again, he recalled Xiao Zhuo’s sobbing face.

“I don’t want a bad person like you as my dad!”

“He would wish he never had someone like you as his father.”

The two voices wove together until they seemed to come from one person, and Zheng Yan couldn’t take it any longer.

Zheng Yan: Shut up! You’re lying! There’s no way… Xiao Zhuo is my son, there’s no way he wouldn’t want his dad!

Young man: Who would acknowledge a father who brings nothing but shame?

The man’s voice seemed to get sharper and sharper. Zheng Yan wished he could cover his ears but was unable to. With tears and snot streaming down his face, he knew he looked a complete mess already, but he just wanted the man to shut up.

Zheng Yan: Shut up! Shut up!

Young man: There you go again, trying to run away. How utterly humiliating it is for a son to have a father like you!

Would confessing to the crime shut that man up? He just had to confess, and that man would shut up. Then he would confess – to the murder or to whatever other crimes, he would confess to them all.

Zheng Yan: I… I did it. I confess.

Young man: Now if only you had done that earlier.

Completely numb, Zheng Yan didn’t even know what he was saying. He mechanically pressed his thumbprint to the document with his confession, signing it. Then, as if possessed, he looked again toward the young man.

Young man: *sigh*

The man hadn’t left yet. Of course the victor would want to stay behind to examine his spoils.

Sensing Zheng Yan’s gaze, the man looked back unflinchingly.

[11:11] [screen blacks out]

Zheng Yan vaguely recalled a nature documentary he had once watched with Xiao Zhuo back in Stellis. The eyes of a cheetah were visible from where it was silently hiding. It wasn’t that it had no goal, but rather that it had already determined its plan.

[11:19] Themis Law Firm

The sun was still high in the sky, but Zheng Yan’s narrative was so expressive that I felt like I was really in that dark, damp interrogation room.

Kiki: Do you think this Zheng Yan is telling the truth?

Kiki clearly felt the same way I did, as she subconsciously rubbed her arms and shuddered.

Kiki: Our current justice system is so refined that I don’t believe a confession could be induced or coerced… but his story is just so horribly realistic. It’s hard not to believe him.

MC: Right. Even if he were coerced to confess during the interrogation… There’s still a lengthy trial afterwards, where Zheng Yan would have plenty of opportunities to retract his confession. If there were no evidence whatsoever, how could he get such a long sentence based only on some botched false charges? But still, he doesn’t seem like one of those suspects who puts on act in order to be exonerated…

As a lawyer, we had seen countless suspects who kept up the crocodile tears until they were faced with ironclad evidence, then finally confessed. As a result, it was critical for us to learn how to distinguish those who were putting on a show from those who were sincere. But his words had even stirred experienced professionals like us, let alone the vast majority of the public in the comments. Immediately, the comments toward the person who forced the confession became vicious and hateful, the words they used downright vitriolic.

MC: Pain and despair aren’t difficult for a criminal to feign, but fabricating other characters in a story is much harder. You can practically feel the pressure from the psychology consultant that he described. If he hadn’t personally met the man, then considering his rash personality, it would be very hard for him to describe him so vividly.

Kiki: Vivid? I didn’t really feel that way, I just thought that person sounded scary. Maybe it’s because you’re with Dr. Richter, who’s also a psychologist. You’ve seen so much of his work that the story affected you more.

Kiki was just making an offhand remark, but it had given an outlet to the discomfort I was feeling. It was impossible to ignore the connection after the mentions of Svart, psychology consults, and those comments about his father. And yet I was unable to associate my image of Vyn with that person who trampled all over someone’s mental defenses. There was no way that the Vyn I knew could be an immoral person who stereotyped others and lodged personal attacks.

MC: Maybe you’re right…

Zheng Yan was still tearfully describing what he experienced in prison and how he returned to Stellis to find both his wife and son had passed away. I could faintly hear police sirens in the background. It seemed that the police had arrived at the scene, and the situation was changing rapidly. Zheng Yan, however, was hopelessly consumed by his own fury.

Zheng Yan: At first when I got out of prison, I just wanted to forget about everything that had happened and be together with my family. But I no longer had a family. At first I just wanted to take my own life and end it all, but I never thought that… I’d come across news of that psychology consultant. I never thought that he would actually come to Stellis, and even become a famous professor at Stellis University.

As Zheng Yan recounted his enemy’s personal information, it wasn’t clear whether he could predict the waves that those details would make.

Zheng Yan: The person who harmed me is out there living a great life, and here I am, an innocent man made into a criminal! How is the world so unfair!

Each sentence crashed into me like a tidal wave. Dimly, I guessed what he was going to say next, but I felt I could no longer think.

Zheng Yan: I know that if I say his name on livestream, it might be considered slander. But I’m willing to take responsibility for everything that I say. I’ll pay the price, no matter what it is. It’s not like I have anything left to lose!

Zheng Yan paused before facing the camera head-on, as if making a declaration of war.

Zheng Yan: It took a lot of work to find out what that consultant is called nowadays.

If he hadn’t spoken out on this kind of platform, maybe the situation could still be salvaged. But here, like an arrow released from a bow, there was no turning back.

Zheng Yan: His name… is Vyn Richter!

With a “whoosh,” that arrow sliced through the air, piercing me right between my eyes.

[END PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

(1) Xiao (小) is a prefix to make a nickname out of the name Zhuo (卓)

(2) “Custody Limit” Big Data Lab entry (under Academia>Law): A custody limit is the legal time limit that an accused person can be detained while under investigation, prosecution, or trial. Under Svart law, the police can arrest a suspect for up to 48 hours. If the suspect isn’t formally charged within the time limit, they must be released. The time limit can be approved for extension, but cannot exceed 96 hours.

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vynegar · 2 months ago

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vyn 5th birthday ssr, part two

let’s check in on vyn now, shall we?

same disclaimers from part one

youtube link to ShiroNaya’s video of the card story

links to previous parts: one

more tot stuff here

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[PART TWO]

[15:01] Themis Law Firm

Kiki: But… how could that be?!

Kiki looked at me as the comments onscreen rapidly multiplied. I realized that I had to do something, but I was still frozen in shock.

Kiki: W-with so many viewers, this has to be grounds for defamation.

However, Kiki had overlooked something – if what Zheng Yan said was true, then as a public figure, Vyn was also subject to public scrutiny.

MC: …

With the situation becoming more complex, I picked up my phone and hurriedly called Vyn.

[over the phone]

Vyn: Hello…?

The phone rang several times before he responded. Based on the raspiness of his voice, Vyn had likely just woken up.

MC: Sorry Vyn, did I wake you up from your nap?

Vyn: It is fine. I just woke up…

MC: Listen, there’s…

It seemed like he still didn’t know what had transpired. I hastily tried to explain, but was immediately interrupted by a disturbance from his side of the call. Amidst the shouting, I could hear the crisp sound of glass being broken.

MC: What’s happening?!

Vyn: Hold on. There are some matters here that I must attend to. I will call you back later.

His voice faded away, probably due to him holding the phone away from himself.

MC: Vyn—

In a rare instance, Vyn hung up the call before allowing me to respond. Although I didn’t know what had happened, it was obvious that the chaos on his end was related to Zheng Yan’s livestream. I had to do something, and as for what exactly that “something” was, I could figure it out on the way there. My top priority was seeing Vyn.

Kiki: Hey, MC, where are you going?

MC: Kiki, could you tell Celestine that I’m taking the day off?

[16:25] Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center

Reporter A: Mr. Richter, do you have anything to say about Mr. Zheng’s allegations in his livestream?

Reporter B: Mr. Richter, have you induced or coerced confessions before?

Reporter C: Mr. Richter, the police are already on the scene, but Zheng Yan’s mental state is highly unstable. What remedial measures will you take? Zheng Yan has stated that he is willing to confront you face-to-face. Will you meet him?

The first thing I saw after getting out of the car was a crowd of cameras impenetrably surrounding the research center. Evidently, this was the source of the commotion I had heard in the phone call.

In the center of the crowd, Vyn stared silently at his phone, probably watching Zheng Yan’s earlier declarations. The reporters’ questions were each sharper than the next without allowing him any room to defend himself, as if they had already decided what crimes he was guilty of. Those questions alone gave a clear indication of what the current online public opinion was like.

Vyn: It is easy to find fault in someone when that is one’s intention.

His tone was worlds apart from the drowsiness I heard during our phone call. Amidst the clamoring reporters, Vyn’s voice was calm like a stone tossed in water, the origin of the ripples and disturbances.

Vyn: You are judging someone based on only one side of the story. Are these your journalistic standards?

Vyn set his phone down. His gaze swept around the crowd, pausing only when he saw me. It was too crowded for me to do anything but nod subtly at him as reassurance that I wouldn’t be reckless.

Reporter A: Multiple people claiming to be former patients of yours have stepped forward, accusing you of inappropriate conduct during the course of the treatment. How do you respond to these allegations?

Vyn: …*scoff*

Vyn lowered his gaze as if deep in thought, but I knew that he was only concealing his indifference.

Vyn: These are groundless accusations with no basis in facts. I see no need to respond.

His attitude was firm, but even the most powerful of statements would seem like flimsy excuses to the public. Well aware that public opinion could turn right into wrong and black into white, Vyn didn’t try to explain himself further.

Vyn: Everyone can view the livestream – you do not need me to tell you how urgent the situation is. What happened between me and Zheng Yan is a private matter, and I cannot agree with his decision to make it public. Despite our difference in opinion, however, I will not stand idly by. The police have contacted me to go and negotiate in-person with Zheng Yan as soon as possible. If you all insist on interrogating me, it will only delay my arrival… Who will take responsibility for that, and with what remedial measures?

The reminder that a life was hanging in the balance finally quelled the reporters; even the click of camera shutters disappeared. Vyn nodded, and without another word, he walked away from the crowd. Meanwhile, my phone vibrated in my hand. It was a message from Vyn: “Meet you in the parking lot.”

[18:44] Inside the Car

As written in his message, Vyn’s car slowly pulled up in front of me right as I arrived at the parking lot. No words were needed, and I immediately got in. *Click* – once I fastened my seatbelt, Vyn stepped on the gas pedal and we sped away.

Vyn: Have you already seen the livestream?

Now that the stoplight had turned red, Vyn finally glanced away from the windshield to look at me.

MC: Yes.

He smiled ruefully. Compared to his earlier composure, he now betrayed some uncertainty.

Vyn: It is true that I helped the police solve Zheng Yan’s case in Svart. However, the events did not happen as he described…

It was dangerous for a lawyer to believe someone without seeing the evidence. But now that it was something I was deeply involved in, that denial was enough to somewhat reassure me.

Vyn: And there is one thing that bothered me. Back then, he went by the name “James”, not Zheng Yan.

MC: Maybe he changed his name to “James” after going to Svart.

Vyn: No. He never went by Zheng Yan, not even when he was previously in Stellis.

MC: Okay, but what does this mean…?

At the moment, I was unable to understand Vyn’s fixation on names. Vyn didn’t rush to convince me either, instead falling silent.

MC: Vyn… what happened back then?

If I wanted to ascertain the truth behind the incident, then after hearing Zheng Yan’s side of the story, I had to hear Vyn’s explanation as well.

Vyn: Right now the situation is still urgent, and this is not something I can explain in brief… More importantly, even if I were to say it, would anyone believe me?

As the line of cars waiting at the intersection grew, Vyn turned to face me head-on.

Vyn: Many people do not believe me right now, MC. They condemn me as the devil that Zheng Yan said I was. I imagine that was what you were calling to tell me. To be honest, right now I am unable to show you any evidence that could make you trust me.

He knew that I was accustomed to basing my judgments on evidence, and he didn’t want to pressure me. Even so, he couldn’t help but hope to be an exception to my rationality. I understood how conflicted he was, just as he understood how conflicted I was as well.

MC: True, but Zheng Yan hasn’t shown any concrete evidence either.

Vyn: Is there anything you find suspicious?

Zheng Yan’s livestream was playing on the phone silently, with the comments coming in at an even faster pace. Words fall easily, so easily that people often underestimate their actual power.

MC: Yes. Zheng Yan’s livestreamed suicide appears to be a spontaneous mental breakdown. After that was a Sisyphean struggle where it seems like he’s trying to overcome the impossible… (1) That kind of realism and tragedy is precisely why he was able to garner so much attention in such a short amount of time. But in actuality, it’s a double-edged sword because that kind of trust is easy come, easy go. Any coincidences stemming from ulterior motives would instantly turn all of this into a trap.

Vyn: Do you think that he planned all of this?

MC: Everything happened far too seamlessly, and I don’t believe in coincidences. If there were really that many victims, they couldn’t have been silent all this time, only to emerge now in perfect sync. He’s trying to build support, but his methods only make him seem less innocent than he’s claiming to be…

Zheng Yan yearned to push the boulder of public criticism to the peak in order to crush Vyn underneath, but he was overly hasty. When he had reached the summit, he pushed too hard and sent the stone sliding back down instead.

MC: Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?

After my lengthy, uninterrupted analysis, Vyn’s gaze on me intensified, his eyes holding countless unspoken words.

Vyn: Not at all. Your comments were very astute, and you even thought of many things that I had not yet understood clearly. You see things so clearly, that… I realized I do not need your decision or answer right now. I just need you to stay by my side, so that you can see what the truth really is. Until then, I will quietly await your judgment.

In front of us, the stoplight turned green as if responding to him. We fell into silence, focusing on the drive.

[22:09] Rooftop

When we arrived at the scene, the sun had mostly set, dying the horizon a brilliant hue. Unfortunately, no one was able to appreciate the fine weather and sunset glow. The police had the area tightly sealed off, so we were able to enter without causing any commotion.

Policeman: Will she be going in with you, Dr. Richter?

Vyn: Yes.

Before I could explain myself, Vyn glanced at me and nodded solemnly.

Vyn: This is MC, a lawyer from Themis Law Firm. If Zheng Yan has really been wrongfully accused, she can offer him legal assistance.

The police didn’t object to Vyn’s request, and we were allowed entrance.

Once we crossed the caution tape, we were forced to squint against the dazzling light reflecting off glass curtain walls of nearby buildings. Zheng Yan noticed us immediately.

Zheng Yan: Y-you two…

Although the sun was too strong for me to discern his expression, I could still detect his shock and unfamiliarity. It was not the immediate reaction of a man seeing someone he had despised for years. Those emotions were fleeting, however, and were quickly replaced by indignation.

Zheng Yan: So it really is you, Vyn Richter!

Vyn: Long time no see.

Vyn’s tone was as mild as if seeing an old acquaintance, which clearly incensed Zheng Yan.

Zheng Yan: Then how should I refer to you? Dr. Richter? Or is it Professor Richter?

Vyn: Whichever you prefer. Either is fine with me.

Zheng Yan: How shameless can you be?! I heard you used my case to make yourself the center of attention in Svart, and got everyone heaping praise on you and psychology. But who would’ve thought, behind all your fancy titles of “doctor” and “professor”, you’re nothing but filth!

Utterly enraged at Vyn’s indifference, Zheng Yan walked over to us from the railing, his frenzied expression twisted into something demonic against the violent wind.

[END PART TWO]

[PART THREE]

(1) “Sisyphus” Big Data Lab entry (under Culture>Lore & Beliefs): Sisyphus is a figure from Greek mythology who was punished by being forced to push a large boulder up a steep mountain. Each time he would exhaust himself trying to push the boulder up, but right when it was about to reach the peak, the boulder would slip from his hands and he would have to begin anew. Later on, “Sisyphean” was used to describe someone making a futile effort or attempting to accomplish the impossible.

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