The curse of the Golden City of Triton, with its millions of inhabitants, is truly astonishing because, in essence, it should belong to the nation-destroying level of curses.
Its original effect is supposed to be—protecting Wu Liang’s soul from external interference, and absorbing all souls he cos into contact with to strengthen the curse.
At first glance, it doesn’t seem like there’s any problem with this.
But if it really succeeds in attaching to Wu Liang, the result would be—humans with soul strength not exceeding the city-destroying level would die instantly upon seeing Wu Liang, with their souls absorbed by him.
By then, Wu Liang would probably beco a walking supernatural calamity in the truest sense, and there would be few people in the world who could stay alive in his presence.
This also corroborated what Triton said before dissipating—Wu Liang’s soul would be eternally lonely, and he would be rejected by his kind, becoming an eternal outcast.
Even the presence of the Ghost Compendium, which is sufficient to allow Wu Liang to modify reality, cannot completely change this curse to make it disappear.
After all, this thing has a certain connection with the Pioneer, and it was also summoned because Wu Liang was about to destroy the Promised Land, to prevent this action and to draw attention away, it was summoned because of him.
In every sense, directly modifying the impact caused by Triton is no less significant than changing the future trajectory, with a considerable impact on the world.
Therefore, the most Wu Liang could modify was to cancel the soul sacrifice and slightly alter the curse’s side effects, changing from absorbing souls to creating the strongest resistance.
"Anyway, I’m basically unfit to be seen by people now. Walking on the street, I have to cloak myself in mist to hide, or else I might disrupt social order," Wu Liang shrugged helplessly.
Director Long sat on the office sofa deep in thought about the curse issue, the old man wordlessly looked at Wu Liang with a furrowed brow.
He Zhan, anwhile, stayed in Shangluo to comfort and encourage all the victimized citizens, leading them to rebuild the damaged parts of the city, probably not coming back anyti soon.
Now, because of the curse issue, Wu Liang, who’s unfit to appear in public, imdiately returned to the capital to report the situation after leaving Shangluo City.
After a long ti, Director Long sighed, "Sorry, this mission shouldn’t have been for you. I didn’t expect my family’s curse to transfer to you in this form. Do you need compensation?"
"Hehe, co on, we’re good buddies, talking about compensation seems out of place, I have only one request—just don’t make the official spokesperson," Wu Liang chuckled and said.
Actually, he has already received the best compensation.
The Fierce Ghost Fragnt left behind after Triton was dispelled is that sea snail shell.
All the Fierce Ghost Minions in the Ghost Compendium that hadn’t reached the city-destroying level ascended into the threshold of city destruction after consuming the sea snail shell!
Add to that the mastery of the technique of blending two ghosts, Wu Liang’s strength is now very close to the true nation-destroying level.
This also filled him with confidence about the upcoming second supernatural calamity.
"Tut... you brat, your head’s really sharp? How do you know I was planning to make you the spokesperson?" Director Long clicked his tongue and said.
Currently, even though the Promised Land hasn’t been entirely eradicated, it at least poses no threat to the authorities.
So, the current top priority is to announce the issue of the second supernatural calamity to the public, so everyone can ntally prepare in advance.
At such a ti, a trustworthy figure who can reassure the public is needed to step up as the official spokesperson to assist in spreading the ssage.
The person currently decided upon happens to be this youth before him showing a look of disgust and resignation—Wu Liang.
"Ha, you move a bit and I know what you’re planning, barring my preference for being quirky, does the official have anyone more fitting than who saved Chengyang City and resolved the leftover crisis of the Lost Realm, saved hundreds of thousands in bits and pieces, and renowned as the ’official hero’ and ’supernatural calamity’ and a hit online?"
Listening to this guy’s description, even having the face to say he enjoys being quirky, made Director Long utterly lose composure.
But he wasn’t wrong either; the most suitable person at present appears to be Wu Liang.
Any regular netizen has watched the battle in Chengyang City, and with the recent duel at Shenhu City with the Pioneer livestread, Wu Liang’s fa surged again.
His personal image is already widely spread online.
At least, given everyone’s wariness regarding the supernatural power he possesses, does it not inversely prove the public’s recognition of his strength?
Having soone so powerful step forward as the official spokesperson to declare the protection of humanity is certainly preferable to randomly picking an obscure character, right?
"But now the problem is... with you under a soul curse, it’s impossible for you to beco the spokesperson," the old man finally spoke, sharply pointing out the core issue.
Director Long, hearing this, sighed helplessly. In normal tis, he might haggle with Wu Liang, but now it’s not feasible.
Soone who would evoke a soul-level repulsion from all of humanity certainly cannot beco the face of the authorities.
But in the next instant, Director Long curiously turned to look at the old man.
He sounded slightly puzzled, "Wait... aren’t you just an ordinary person? And yet I don’t see you having much repulsion towards this kid?"
The ability to be immune to this soul-level repulsion stems from the sa city-destroying level of strength, but the old man is very much an ordinary person!
At this mont, Wu Liang also curiously looked over, imdiately understanding what Director Long ant.
But he soon heard the old man sigh and say, "No, the influence is still strong, I constantly have thoughts of throwing this kid off the roof and burying him alive, but my status has conditioned to ignore such subjectively intense judgnts."
This sentence brought further respect for the old man from Wu Liang and Director Long.
A man who chose to voluntarily seal away all emotional judgnts, dedicating all reason and even life to the nation.
Even as he experienced soul-level resistance, he didn’t let Wu Liang and Director Long, who were of the city-destroying level, notice.
Isn’t this also a form of strength?
Unfortunately, not every ordinary person can achieve such strength.
The problem remains unresolved.
"If the repulsion is triggered by seeing Wu Liang, then it must be his soul reacting to the curse. What if he doesn’t appear in front of the public in reality? Like—through video and online promotion?" Director Long pondered and spoke.
Wu Liang was stunned, quickly realizing the intention.
He couldn’t refute the thod because Director Long had a point. His soul carried the curse, but through images and other ans, people couldn’t directly face his soul.
Maybe this curse could truly be avoided?!
"Wait a minute! Didn’t I already refuse..." Wu Liang imdiately realized this issue.
"Well, let’s give it a try then," the old man nodded in agreent.
Director Long turned and went out to make preparations.
The previous refusal seed like a joke to everyone, simply ignored...
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