"Try it again."
Lin Yan stood with her hands on her hips in front of the White King.
Since Divine Power Tianyang had invaded the Illusion Dream Core, a year and a half had passed.
Lin Yan and Professor Li Xianping had taken over the HCP Foundation, and the organization had abruptly shrunk in size.
For internal security reasons and in order to transform the foundation from a secretive cult group into an organization that aid to counter Divine Power Tianyang with technology and scientific strength, Lin Yan had conducted a major purge within the organization.
With the White King’s enhanced abilities, ordinary assassins and so-called financial powers could no longer bother her.
Moreover, Fujiwara Makoto, who was believed to have died in the collapse of the Illusion Dream Core, had been found by the White King, and Lin Yan now had absolute control over this vast organization.
Ambitious and conspiring figures had been dealt with; she retained only an exceptional team of genetic and bioengineers. At the sa ti, Lin Yan secretly reached out to so declining industrial and manufacturing tycoons.
After the era of internet disconnection arrived, chaos reigned worldwide, with economic trades virtually at a standstill and streets filled with doomsday survival alliances and cultists proclaiming the end of the world. The days of these tycoons had plunged drastically. This catastrophe was utterly different from the previous two world wars; it wasn’t a war between humans and even without using violence, Divine Power Tianyang had rely shown so miracles and people themselves had descended into chaos.
Currency lost its aning, the financial sector and banks beca completely useless, and the tycoons’ money devalued significantly. With the supply chains of raw materials and industries broken, everyone at each link beca isolated.
But Lin Yan was well aware that the most valuable assets of the era were the manufacturing techniques, production equipnt, and vast workforce that these tycoons controlled.
Lin Yan had witnessed the power of Divine Power Tianyang and seen His true form, so she could no longer regard Him as a human. The first thing she did upon returning to the foundation was to hold an ergency eting, redefine Divine Power Tianyang, and establish the future mission of the foundation, which was to prevent at all costs the advent of the New World by Divine Power Tianyang.
After symbiotically rging with the White King, Lin Yan deeply realized that Black dicine was not the answer. Having experienced this perfect fusion personally, she was very clear that Black dicine was not the best way to counter Divine Power Tianyang.
Originally, Lin Yan felt completely at a loss, as Divine Power Tianyang was far more formidable than herself, and His capabilities far surpassed those of the White King. Together, she and the White King could not defeat Divine Power Tianyang.
But the return of Fujiwara Makoto gave her new hope.
The White King could create a world both real and fantastical in his sleep, His dreams could fabricate reality, and allow dreams to a certain extent to descend into the real world. Rather than saying the White King can manipulate ti, it is better to say He can create new tilines.
Lin Yan hoped to leverage this power to construct a world similar to the real one, where she could fantasize a just Wei Tianyang who could then erge and defeat this evil version.
However, in the past six months, Lin Yan had tested countless tis, but White King was unable to simulate another Earth.
The reason was that its dreams and reality overlapped based on ti. If the world in its dreams existed in the sa ti period as the real world, a phenonon called "temporal stranding" would be triggered, causing the world of dreams to be stranded into reality. Therefore, White King did not like to dream much and preferred to stay in the Illusion Dream Core. If the creation of worlds in deep sleep was analogous to deep sleep, then the Illusion Dream Core would be akin to light sleep.
Another point was that the worlds created in dreams by Illusion Creation, based on White King’s own cognition, couldn’t imagine sothing it had never seen before. White King was not human, but this principle still applied. Its understanding of the human world was insufficient, so the world in its dreams was exceptionally monotonous, and the living beings it created were incomplete.
Moreover, White King did not love to sleep.
The scale of the world depended on how deeply White King slept and for how long. To construct another Earth in its dreams and keep it functioning until another Wei Tianyang was born and grew up... White King would need to fall into its deepest sleep and, ideally, never awaken.
Of course, it must not die.
White King was unwilling; it did not need to sleep. Thus, demanding it to have such a long dream was tantamount to demanding its self-imprisonnt.
Lin Yan realized she couldn’t impose on White King to help save humanity. However, at this crucial mont, the only solution she could think of was this.
She wanted to adopt a compromise, to simulate a smaller environnt, create a sowhat incomplete human, one that only needed that unmatched power, and then summon him as a weapon to slay gods.
But White King told her that after temporal stranding, part of the dream would be lost. That boundless superpower imagined in the dream would be filtered out in reality, and the mighty heroes of the dream world would beco ordinary people upon arrival in reality.
Lin Yan thus settled for second best, hoping White King could construct a world in the dream with disasters like those of Divine Power Tianyang and then hope that the people of the dream world could find a solution.
Although White King repeatedly stated that this thod was not feasible, Lin Yan still insisted that White King continue trying.
Over the six months, White King also beca irritated. It was sullen, introvertedly cheerful, and began to show less enthusiasm towards Lin Yan, preferring to lay in the Foundation’s underground warehouse and play with Fujiwara Makoto’s malford progeny, wanting nothing more to do.
Professor Li Xianping had also advised Lin Yan; it was best not to impose on White King anymore. After all, having spent a lot of ti together, Lin Yan seed to sowhat forget that White King was an alien and might lose its temper.
During this ti, Fujiwara Makoto had no concerns or thoughts, quietly staying with her children. Compared to proactively saving the world and figuring out how to combat Divine Power Tianyang, she didn’t want to do anything. She often reminisced about long ago, her student life in elentary and middle school, and even those idle months in a small cabin on the mountain in Yin Country. The only thing she found odd was the atmosphere in Pei Guode Hotel, where Wei Tianyang had suddenly seed like a different person and had even attempted to assassinate her.
Every day at dawn, Lin Yan would sit quietly in her room. She didn’t know why she had ended up here. In the past, she never thought she would soday coexist with an alien and take on the burden of saving the world, even though this world had not left her with many good impressions.
Opening the window, she looked out at the dilapidated factory and the desolate streetscape. The Foundation had moved several tis and now gathered in a secluded, long-abandoned steel mill, using a network of dozens of generators to continue researching White King’s capabilities.
The golden speck in the sky was still clearly visible at night, illuminating Heisai State. She had a premonition that if not stopped, one day it would illuminate the whole world.
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