"Co in."
When Li Cheng reached the 666th floor of the Evil Science Alliance headquarters, the Side of Truth was fiddling with the [Evil God Chessboard].
On the board was a ticulously detailed miniature landscape, showing a middle-aged white-collar worker, covered in blood and holding a bloody crowbar, standing confusedly on a hotel rooftop, overlooking a devastated city.
A countless number of mutated zombies hunted and fed on humans.
So mutants possessed Infinite Strength, able to crash through concrete walls. Others were incredibly fast, capable of catching up to speeding vehicles. So had grown wings, attacking rescue helicopters in the sky.
The entire city was burning, and intermittent gunfire between districts could do nothing to stop the tide of corpses.
Pregnant won, disabled elders, and other survivors gathered by the middle-aged white-collar, all wearing expressions of despair. Worse yet, the iron door to the rooftop was being pounded, as the mutants in the hallway tried with all their might to break through.
Just as the door was about to be breached, and all survivors were ready to jump hand in hand off the rooftop, a sudden change occurred,
the slightly balding, beer-bellied uncle emitted a rainbow glow, imdiately incinerating the bloody clothes on him, revealing thick body hair.
A mysterious Japanese female chorus began, immobilizing everyone, including the mutant zombies breaking down the door, forcing them to stare blankly as the middle-aged uncle, driven by Invisible Power, twirled in place like ice ballet, striking various embarrassing poses.
The whole process lasted over twenty seconds, and when the rainbow glow faded, the balding uncle was surprisingly donned in a sailor outfit with his navel exposed, white stockings, long boots, and his crowbar decorated with a cute pink bow.
’What a joke, this is nauseating.’
If the mutant zombies still had a sense of language, they would have definitely voiced their discontent as they lunged at the survivors, only to be smashed into a bloody mist by the bewildered Pretty Guardian Uncle, one crowbar swing at a ti.
"Pretty Guardian Uncle Apocalypse, now showing remarkably."
The Side of Truth chuckled and closed the chessboard, looking at Li Cheng, "Is there sothing you need?"
"It’s like this..."
Li Cheng briefly recounted the mission, the existence of the Oracle, and the theory it ntioned at the end.
"Hmm..."
The Side of Truth scratched his chin under the hood with his left hand, pondered for a mont, and then snapped his right fingers.
The servant demon, shaped like a crystal ornant at the table corner, imdiately sprang into action, floated to the bookshelf, took down a stack of files, and projected their content into the air.
"Lynn, joined the Evil Science Alliance two years ago as Level 10, and defected after stealing a large number of confidential guild docunts a year ago, his level was then Level 27."
The Side of Truth said casually, "I know this person, a Transcendent who smuggled from the Otherworld, his Life Essence is a fantasy creature."
"You know?" Li Cheng was taken aback.
"Yeah."
The Side of Truth nodded, "There are two types of Otherworld players, one located in the Main Universe on the sa level as Earth, with tens of thousands of dium to high-level Transcendents who need to be carefully guarded against.
The second type is in the Sub-universe, where the Summoners are very few and need not too much concern.
I could tell that Lynn was not an Earth person. During the ’tremor’ of the killing field, he smuggled from another world to Earth, lurking within the physical entity of the killing field,
replacing himself with a Simulation Robot to show up in the slum and join the Evil Science Alliance.
Considering his hard-working nature over ti, contributing a large amount of Contribution Points and scientific breakthroughs to the guild, I didn’t expose him imdiately.
However, he scared himself, suspecting his identity was exposed, the guild wanted to capture and dissect him, so he acted first, stealing internal docunts, defected from the guild, and hid in so corner of the killing field entity."
Li Cheng helplessly raised his hand, "Worrying over nothing, huh?"
The Side of Truth replied honestly, "Not exactly, I planned to wait until he reached Level 28 to capture and slice him, of course, I would have resurrected him after the slicing."
Li Cheng clicked his tongue but didn’t dwell too much on this topic, instead asked, "How much truth is there in the world tree theory that the Oracle ntioned?"
The Side of Truth pondered for a mont and suddenly said, "Lizard Man Conspiracy Theory."
"Huh?"
"Many netizens worldwide, especially in the United States, are obsessed with the Lizard Man Conspiracy Theory. That is, a group of lizard people from outer space, using their shape-shifting abilities, are lurking in human society, controlling important economic, political, military, and dia institutions around the world, with the aim of establishing a new order to prepare for the arrival of alien lizard ships."
The Side of Truth spread his hands, "In fact, this isn’t entirely false. I was deeply involved in a related plan a few years ago, which involved using biochemically modified humans to replace celebrities in the real world, the most typical one being Zuckerberg.
This was to test whether the world tree theory held true.
The Otherworld’s Zuckerberg did not turn into a biochemically altered human because his counterpart on Real Earth was replaced. His dominant hand, speaking habits, and usual expressions didn’t change significantly, indirectly disproving the world tree theory.
In the process, so unrelated individuals accidentally saw the logistics team changing Zuckerberg’s tongue attachnt in a luxury hotel suite, fueling the Dark Web’s Lizard Man Conspiracy Theory."
"...What?"
The amount of information in that speech was overwhelming, causing Li Cheng to pause, "Wait, Zuckerberg was really replaced?"
Although the advent of the killing field brought about an unprecedented power reshuffle globally, and only Strength could safeguard wealth, many large guilds, like Thousand Throats Beast, Monster Alliance, Whale Song, etc.,
did not shy away from collaborating with multinational corporations at their inception, accepting investnts, holding cross-shareholdings.
Those wealthy and powerful figures are very aware of the importance of violence, wanting to guard their family’s vast wealth without becoming players themselves, who are at constant risk of sudden death,
So they flocked to parasitize the Transcendent guild, taking a three-pronged approach: investing in shares,
binding promising Transcendents through marriage,
and desperately having children. As long as the number of offspring is sufficient, there will always be a few who succeed and can beco high-level Players— the rampant surrogate agencies and the ergence of infant acceleration growth chambers significantly reduced the ti cost of raising children.
Zuckerberg, as a Jewish nouveau riche, is inherently a mber of the elite class.
Guilds like Protheus and GS Biotechnology, which are deeply influenced by financial conglorates, are certain to oppose the Side of Truth from ddling with their major shareholders.
"Unless..."
Li Cheng’s thoughts raced, and he exclaid, "It’s the will of the Global Supernatural Alliance."
"Bingo."
The Side of Truth replied cheerfully, "For small matters hold a large eting, for large matters hold a small eting. Michael and I both voted in favor, and none of the top-tier Transcendents opposed it, so it passed.
In addition to replacing Zuckerberg, we made slight modifications to the height of Mount Everest, the Earth-Moon distance, and the moon’s rotation period, among other data.
These changes also did not affect the Script World.
The concept of the World Tree, as of now, remains theoretical."
Once these words were said, the Side of Truth noticed that Li Cheng’s face showed no sign of relaxation; instead, the muscles at the corner of his eyes beca more tense.
He asked in surprise, "What’s wrong?"
"The Oracle told that she knew I would seek you out to discuss this matter as soon as my mission was over because I know you."
Li Cheng took a deep breath, "She inford that if you ntioned the Earth-Moon distance in your discourse, the entire statent would be unreliable.
At so point last sumr, the Earth-Moon distance inexplicably shortened by 0.3 centiters.
Moreover, this change was unaffected by any Extraordinary Powers."
"..."
The Side of Truth’s hand paused in mid-air for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, patting the armrest of his chair, "Hahaha, alright, I admit I underestimated her.
Although the answer is entirely off the mark, the reasoning process deserves praise."
As the laughter subsided, the Side of Truth leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, fingers interlaced under his nose, striking the pose of Gendo Ikari, and said calmly, "She is correct; altering the Earth-Moon distance is indeed not by , Michael, or any Transcendent.
Rather, it was affected by the previous killing field’s ’oscillation’—that is, the ti when you escorted the battery and ’I’ returned to four years ago.
On that day, in the Chant Room occupied by the Temple Knight Guild, we used a ritual device to observe a parallel world, its ti point being in the early 20th-century Earth, where humans, elves, and demon beasts organized a large-scale coalition to fight against the Abyss Demons.
Both sides have summons numbering in the hundreds of thousands."
"That many?"
Li Cheng’s eyelids twitched violently; in the real Earth, the total number of players of all levels is just over 200,000, with more than half being mid to low-level Transcendents.
The Side of Truth said calmly, "The good news is that the world doesn’t reach Level 40. The bad news is that the human coalition of that world also discovered us and sent over a brief ssage.
That brief ssage confird many things for us, and it was because of this ssage that the GOC accepted Dr. Noah, who smuggled over from the Otherworld, rather than killing him.
As for the ssage content..."
The Side of Truth spread his hands, and Li Cheng quickly asked, "What is the ssage content?"
"Its content possesses a tic effect; those without a sufficient Sanity Value cannot retain it and instantly Forget."
"That’s easily handled."
Li Cheng patted the Vast Sea Soul-locking Bell hanging in the inner pocket of his clothes with confidence, "My Sanity Value far exceeds that of players of the sa level, definitely sufficient."
The Side of Truth said nothing, instead pointing to the clock on the wall, its minute hand having jumped two minutes ahead at so unknown ti, "This is already the sixth ti we’ve repeated this conversation."
"...Alright."
Li Cheng calmly put away the Vast Sea Soul-locking Bell,
He always believed in pragmatism; after all, when the sky falls, there are Level 40 players to bear it, so there’s no need to get entangled.
Just as he was about to take his leave, the Side of Truth stopped him, "There’s one more thing. A player you saved during this mission is also a mber of the Evil Science Alliance, and he knows you are not short of money, so he entrusted to give you this as a token of gratitude."
The Side of Truth casually threw a luggage bag to Li Cheng, who opened it and took a quick scan with the Information Integration Glasses, finding that it contained quite a few items,
including the red turban worn by Indian Sikh Patrols in the concessions at the end of the Qing Dynasty—because Indian patrols always say "I say," hence the term "Indian."
A laundry bat used by Korean policen who collaborated with Japanese invaders during the war—the origin of the term for Koreans.
In addition, there are the coronation robes of the Vietnase Nguyen Dynasty, Cossack fur coats from Tsarist Russia, red hair of Dutch colonizers, arrest warrants for African stowaways, redneck MAGA hats, Russian Adidas jackets...
A complete collection of racial discrimination and stereotype morabilia.
Li Cheng’s expression was particularly fascinating, though he often uses the Farr Summoning Technique, he himself isn’t much of a Racial Knight at all!
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