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789: Chapter 36: The Transmigrator Transmigrated the Transmigrator 789: Chapter 36: The Transmigrator Transmigrated the Transmigrator “Fresh air, sunshine!

Furui’s mother!”

Shen Qingxi stood at the entrance of the Special Service Bureau, feeling as though she’d been transported to another era.

Finally, released—she had thought she’d never see the light of day again in this lifeti.

Suddenly yanked from the Containnt Departnt, she even wondered if her long-term detention had caused her to start hallucinating.

The one speaking to her was a big sister figure who seed utterly reliable.

She began by apologizing, explaining that the previous leader had sacrificed themselves, and that she’d just taken over—too swamped with work to address the issues in the Containnt Departnt in ti.

Fine, whatever you say.

Hell, if you told now that you were my long-lost biological mother, I’d believe you.

Just get out of here, and everything’s negotiable.

Shen Qingxi imdiately volunteered to co clean to the governnt, hoping to trade for leniency.

But the big sister just laughed and said no rush, that she’d first treat her to lunch as an apology.

Now that’s how human beings should talk!

Look at the morality of this governnt official—then compare it to Reddy and Amber, those two bastards.

The flimsy friendship boat they had together capsized as fast as flipping a pancake.

For a brief mont, Shen Qingxi genuinely contemplated turning over a new leaf.

But a mont’s impulse fades quickly.

She wasn’t a fool; it was obvious the Special Service Bureau remained wary of her.

No way they’d welco her without reservations.

She’d need a proof of loyalty.

Reddy!

You big-headed fool!

Let’s borrow that head of yours for a bit!

“The general situation is like this: the Longevity Sect is actually just an empty shell.

Aside from the two of them, it’s only got an accountant and one security guard.

All those rumors about a Longevity Sect Witch—they’re just fabricated slanders pinned on us by outsiders!”

Sitting in the Western-style restaurant across from the Special Service Bureau, Shen Qingxi guzzled down creamy mushroom soup while promptly spilling the beans about the Longevity Sect.

She stripped its secrets bare.

“I just inherited the position and don’t know much about this situation yet.”

Sister Lianluo cradled a teacup, her expression a languid indifference that all but shouted her desire to coast through her job.

“To be honest, the reason I’m interested in you isn’t because of the Longevity Sect—but your other identity.”

“The Shen Family is finished…”

“I ant your status as the Alpha Sage you acquired in the National chanism Sect.”

“Cough, cough…”

Shen Qingxi nearly sent creamy mushroom soup spraying out of her nostrils.

“That’s actually fake too.”

“It doesn’t matter—you can go ahead and explain from the start.

After all, I studied abroad in the United Kingdom and take quite an interest in their affairs.”

“Studied abroad?”

“What’s the problem?

Before they shut themselves off from the rest of the world, we had regular exchanges with them, sending our students to their Imperial Academy of Sciences, dical College, and Naval Academy.

I was among the last batch of students who left three years ago—my graduation advisor was Professor Sprout from the Academy’s Biology Departnt.”

Taking a sip of milk-infused tea, Lianluo softly remarked, “When I left, I hadn’t heard a thing about any chanical Sect.

Yet in just a few short years, this mysterious organization has suddenly erged and stirred up quite the commotion.”

“Excessive reliance on any entity inevitably breeds superstition.”

Shen Qingxi wiped food residue off the corner of her mouth with a napkin and responded earnestly, “Regarding the issue of Temporal Tides, the solutions adopted by the United Kingdom differ from ours.

You must be aware, Sister Lianluo, of how they chose to believe in the Cosmic Creator theory, using the concept of absolute objective truth as their anchored object—trying to sever their entire country from the reality dinsion and hide it in a safety zone.”

Lianluo shook her head.

“It’s a concept that might work in theory, but the practical execution is far too difficult.”

“Exactly—even if the Academy’s top scholars managed to calculate the foundational mathematical relationships of the universe’s four fundantal forces, they’d still face an unsolvable problem.”

“Human nature.”

“Precisely—human nature.

No matter how flawless an objective theory may be, it inevitably gets warped when influenced by subjective human emotions.”

Shen Qingxi held up three fingers.

“The first unsolvable problem is the issue of overseas assets.

After shutting themselves off from the world, those colonies encircling Earth like a ring of perpetual sunlight began breaking free of their control.

The nobles, governors, and capitalists who had historically depended on inco from these overseas colonies saw their status at ho plumt disastrously—they couldn’t reconcile the sheer drop in their power.”

“The second unsolvable problem is the conflict between a minority of Lanton elites and the local countryside faction.

The elites wanted to pursue chanical Ascension, retaining only the industrial core of the Lanton urban zone and refusing to share Ascension technologies with the masses.

Yet before Ascending, even they still needed to eat and sleep like everyone else.”

“The third unsolvable problem is the matter of religious belief.

Material scarcity in reality can only be offset through spiritual deceit.

They denied people adequate food and simultaneously forbade them religious faith—forget humans, even dogs wouldn’t tolerate that.”

“And so, not long after the elites successfully executed their chanical Ascension plan in the future era, the chanical Sect was born.”

“The vast majority of abandoned Lanton lower-class citizens couldn’t understand the overwhelming and esoteric technological literature; inevitably, this bred a religious-like awe towards those miracle-like machines and industrial forces that ran autonomously.

They knelt before broken food machines in devout prayer, lighting incense and even slicing their wrists in bloody sacrifice, hoping the machines would start working again…”

“Why are you so knowledgeable about this?”

“Ahem…because I was the one who repaired that food machine for them.

Actually, the issue wasn’t too complicated…”

Under Lianluo’s aningful gaze, Shen Qingxi chuckled awkwardly, her voice shrinking in volu.

“No wonder you’re so keen to beco the Sect Hierarch—you must’ve gotten used to being worshipped out there.”

“Ahaha…not really, I was just investigating Shen Family affairs at the ti and instinctively used the tactics I’d picked up outside…”

“I have a question.”

Lianluo set down her teacup, fixed her gaze squarely on Shen Qingxi, and asked, “You’re the chanical Sect’s initial Alpha Sage, yet the chanical Sect only appears in the future era.

anwhile, you ca back not long after dying in a car accident.

Isn’t there a paradox in your tiline?”

“My tiline’s fine.”

Shen Qingxi spread her hands and explained, “It’s the chanical Sect believers from the future age who transmigrated back to this era.

Unable to find the Alpha Sage recorded in their Holy Scripture, they perford a bloody sacrificial ritual to summon by na.

At that mont, I happened to have just died in an accident, so they summoned directly.”

“No historical origin?

So they just created their own origin?”

“Correct—when they first summoned , I was as bewildered as could be.

It was they who guided step by step through all the procedures laid out in their Bible.

Of course, their belief in largely stemd from the fact that I personally fixed that machine.

See, transmigration cos with risks—you’ve got to keep learning diligently just in case!”

Shrugging, Shen Qingxi added, “Still, they underestimated , treating like a re puppet they could control at will—using my na to crazily spread doctrines among people who hadn’t a clue what the chanical Sect even was.

Once I saw things heating up out of control, I seized the first mont they let their guard down to slip away and return here.”

“Every word I’ve said is the truth—absolutely pure, unadulterated truth!

I hope the governnt can trust completely!”

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