At the mont of swallowing the Divinity, a bright white lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the majestic hall.
On the throne bathed in light, a pair of growing flesh wings cast a burgeoning shadow. The white-haired young man had his eyes tightly closed, blood streaming down from the corners of his eyes. The wings behind him burst through the white clothing, spreading with a whoosh, like two thin black scissors intersecting.
The blood clan beneath him were growing ever more humble, their foreheads firmly pressed to the ground.
After a while, Lü Shu moved his fingers and opened his eyes.
Aura of slaughter, clarity, and destruction wafted from his body...
The aura of a "God."
...
Kelsas Border, Central Research Institute, No.1 Experintal City.
Pale buildings stood dense like a masterpiece of white blocks shaped by chanics and pipelines, with transport vehicles and railed machinery shuttling incessantly.
Clattering keyboards, flickering LCD screens, buzzing transmitters, rapidly consud paper... The observation and calculation of [Red Sun’s Demise] went on without pause. Flushed cheeks and dripping sweat could be seen everywhere.
"The temperature is rising by a degree every ten minutes... and getting faster..."
"There are only one hundred and sixty-five doses of the Desacrollopin left, enough to cover just one percent of the population..."
"News from the Ocasie History Research Institute: the calculation for the Eden Location Formula has been assisted by the Supre Tower, which is great, as they are a bunch of Lucky Ones favored by the God of Inspiration."
"The Moma Biological Evolution Alliance reports that it can currently be assud that the secret of Eternal Life has altered the Law of Conservation of Energy..."
Isabella stood in front of a gigantic screen, showing deep black eye bags.
Despite achieving the "Strawberry Crisp" experintal result, there was still much awaiting them. The capacity calculation for Eden, simplification of the enter the book formula, wide-scale implentation of cooling technology, energy efficiency...
These nurous and trivial matters would not appear in the Protagonist’s eyes, belonging to countless ordinary researchers.
"Dead hand, calculate... quickly calculate..." Isabella’s eyes were bloodshot as she stared at her wristwatch, her core piece of Equipnt that assisted her in scientific Research with its Artificial Intelligence.
She clutched her forehead, suddenly feeling dizzy and fell forward.
Just then, a hand caught her in ti.
A young female researcher with orange-red hair tied in a ponytail and wearing thick glasses supported her to the side.
"Senior, take a rest, and wipe your sweat." The female researcher, drenched in sweat herself, took out a handkerchief, timidly helping Isabella wipe her forehead.
"Liu Yan, how is the progress going?" Isabella, dizzy, still fixated on the screen.
"Still parsing the energy; converting it to text is extrely tedious. Not sure how much we can bring into Eden in the end."
"Hmm... What about the temperature?"
"Seems thanks to the ’Ice and Snow Empress’ Tian Yu’s efforts, the temperature rise has slowed down. Now it’s..." Liu Yan glanced at the number on the wall: "38.3 degrees."
"Outside is so noisy... What’s happening?" Isabella glanced at the distant pale façade. Through the wall’s surveillance, she saw a group of well-dressed people...
"It’s the officials from Nalan Court and All Living Beings United, these high and mighty parliantarians finally willing to step off their pedestal, leaving their Cloud Mist Island." Liu Yan pursed her lips and whispered: "The insect race ambassador rna lining their pockets at the border, the Lodili Royal Admiral Audilia commanding a million beast army, and Duke Vivian of the Tasya Empire... all these big shots coming here must want to curry favor with the new ’Olivius’."
She didn’t continue, being naturally shy, she didn’t want to pour her grievances in front of her respected senior.
Those big shots weren’t interested in Otidis’ flood disaster or the civilians suffering in deep water, only interested in fine wine, art, poetry, and Paradise!
"The new ’Olivius’..." Isabella realized, Su Ming’an was here, just a wall away from her.
Liu Yan lowered her head, looked at the communicator: "Senior, Ran Bo needs a batch of docunts, I’ll accompany the delivery chanical Man to send them over."
Isabella nodded: "Go ahead."
Liu Yan and Ran Bo were peers, entering the laboratory at the sa ti. Due to mastering the Artificial Lin Clan formula, Ran Bo rose to the top tier of the laboratory, while Liu Yan, the best among their batch, only beca Ran Bo’s assistant.
Liu Yan took a few steps but then returned, hesitantly pursing her lips, wanting to say sothing but not daring to.
For a mont, Isabella rembered a network buzzword often ntioned by Yamada Machiichi, "infp little butterfly," describing a persona with introverted nature and sensitive emotions, making her think this young girl resembled it a lot.
"Senior, at the mont the Red Sun descends, even if everyone has a Strawberry Crisp, only those with higher Spirituality can successfully enter the book." Liu Yan looked sincerely at Isabella:
"I know my Spirituality is dim, a far cry from geniuses. My chance of surviving is slim. If I don’t succeed in entering the book and turn to dust under the Red Sun, could you please pass sothing to Ran Bo for ?"
She took out a crystal pendant from her pocket, it was a magpie holding a stalk of wheat in its beak, with ruby eyes, exquisitely made.
Isabella’s expression suddenly grew complex: "Don’t talk silly, just give the gift now."
Liu Yan shook her head: "He’s doing sothing important, shouldn’t be distracted."
Isabella took the crystal pendant: "Why give this?"
Liu Yan’s cheeks slightly reddened, she cleared her throat: "Because he seems to... really like magpies."
Without further disturbing her senior, she turned and left.
After sorting the docunts, she passed through encrypt doors, delving into the heart of the building.
On the way, Liu Yan bowed her head, took out a white Isa Flower, plucking its petals one by one, pursing her lips:
"Will he like ..."
"Does he not like ..."
...
"Wow—"
Ran Bo braced himself against the experint bed, suddenly vomiting a mouthful of blood.
He gazed at the mass of transparent flesh before him—this was the embryonic form of the Lin Clan.
After long calculations, he had finally computed the basic form of the Lin Clan, lacking only a body to operate in and a pure, just, and kind pure white Soul.
Xiao Bai silently watched him: "As far as human limits are concerned, you should rest."
Ran Bo shook his head: "No, it’s not finished yet..." When he turned, he caught sight of the mirror on the wall, montarily almost not recognizing himself. This man with forehead wrinkles, deep nasolabial folds, and drooping eye bags—was himself?
Under the slowing of the Ti authority, he was insensitive to the passage of Ti. Outside, decades passed; within the Barrier, more than ten years had flown by. Unknowingly, youth was gone.
Ran Bo stared at his reflection, suddenly clutched his head, laughing aloud, tears dropping down.
Xiao Bai lowered her eyes, sorting through her braid’s end adorned with a bright red red spider lily: "...Crying while laughing, laughing while crying. I still can’t understand you humans, are you happy or sad."
Ran Bo laughed with tears: "Happy! Of course, happy! I finally completed the research topic I shared with my parents!"
Xiao Bai sighed lightly, her hands lowered: "The Artificial Lin Clan is an extrely dangerous subject, akin to a Pandora’s Box, with a slight mishap causing huge catastrophes. Perhaps, Sique wanted to protect you back then?"
"Just because of that reason!? Even if there’s danger, I’d willingly sacrifice myself to pursue the truth!" Ran Bo’s tone turned cold.
Xiao Bai didn’t comnt: "Alright, rest a while; pushing yourself like this. Your parents would be sad."
"My parents were executed by Believers by Execution by Fire for Sique’s betrayal years ago..."
"...Then, your sons and daughters would worry about you."
"I, being a failed loser, wouldn’t bear children to suffer together..."
"...Uh, then think of your lover?"
"Heh, I don’t have a lover. No one would like a solitary person like ."
Silence ensued for a long ti.
After staring at each other for dozens of seconds, Xiao Bai said, "You have nothing at all?"
Ran Bo said firmly, "On the path to pursuing truth, I don’t need unnecessary emotions to tie down. My only vision is to stand on the world’s high platform and question Sique Olivius!"
At this mont, the surrounding air suddenly started to boil.
...Has Hui Bai returned?
Xiao Bai turned his head to look, closing his eyes to perceive.
Ran Bo walked towards the outside of the barrier, "Hui Bai! It must be Hui Bai coming back. That’s great—"
...
Click—Crack.
The barrier opened with a sound, and Liu Yan entered with a light heart.
She saw—a middle-aged man with graying hair, drooping eye bags, and heavy wrinkles.
Her first reaction wasn’t disgust but concern, "Ran Bo! How did you beco like this..."
Seeing it wasn’t Hui Bai, Ran Bo imdiately covered his face, "Liu... Liu what? It’s been too long; I can’t quite rember who you are..."
Liu Yan smiled bitterly in her heart, opened the chanical box beside her, and handed over the files.
What no one expected was—
The transparent Rin Clan embryo suddenly started agitating.
Xiao Bai, supporting the ti barrier, couldn’t move freely. Ran Bo’s heart tightened, instinctively trying to dodge, but found the distance too close—
Quicker than him was an orange-red figure.
...
"Boom—!"
Su Ming’an heard the loud explosion.
The explosion ca from the highest laboratory building; the air trembled as a fierce wind blew.
The people from the Nalan Court and All Living Beings United around him looked over in shock.
"What happened?" rna knit her pretty eyebrows.
"Just an ordinary experint accident, sotis people die," Leisili squinted her golden eyes, "Everyone, we shouldn’t spend our ti on such trivial matters."
"Following the orders of this protagonist Olivius is the most important," Duke Vivian, with slicked-back golden hair, flattered.
Su Ming’an withdrew his gaze, looking at the dazzling group of dozens in front of him.
"...In any case, I need you to call for a group of people to first enter the small world and Eden," Su Ming’an raised his voice.
"—At your command, ’Lord Olivius.’"
The people bent over in unison.
They didn’t care who was seated at the highest position or why the forr Olivius disappeared.
They only cared if their own seats were secure and if they could earn the favor of this new ruler, Su Ming’an.
"Hehehe..." Su Ming’an heard laughter.
Xiao Na’s laughter, coming from who knows where.
It seed to be waiting, waiting for the end of everything to take him away forever.
...
11:10.
The surface plane, Desert River Border, Isaikuer Country.
High temperature, lack of water, barren land.
Such a country is everywhere, filled with the starving and wanderers.
A woman with a bright red veil on her head walked through the vast wilderness, heading towards the city.
She was one of the eight protagonist candidates, Shi Ying.
As for the "Shi Ying" under the World Tree, it was a product of her Golden Finger, the Affection Strategy System’s prop: the Ti Managent Master. She could separate a clone to conveniently handle emotional matters.
The reason she ca here was because the system indicated that a five-star difficulty strategy target, Eni, was nearby. If she managed to win him over, she could gain another batch of points.
"Once I successfully enter Eden... I’ll go after Eden’s new owner, whether it’s Su Ming’an or the World Master, it doesn’t matter, I’m not picky..." Shi Ying thought carelessly, starting to crave.
The forr had outstanding charm, a gentle personality, and strong strength. The latter had deep thoughts, vast influence, and a domineering CEO aura, which was very much to her taste.
Ah... how to choose, isn’t this making it difficult for her?
This kind of problem is suitable for posting on the internet to let netizens help her choose, but these posts often end up with none succeeding...
She walked on carelessly, seeing many migrating refugees along the way. She wondered why they didn’t stay at ho but wandered around instead.
Just then, she saw an elderly granny a few steps away, faltering dangerously.
"Careful." Her figure flashed, imdiately supporting the granny.
"Thank you... thank you, kind girl." The granny stood firm with lingering fear. At her age, a fall might an she couldn’t get up again.
Hearing the thanks, Shi Ying felt a little pride. Indeed, she wasn’t a good person, stirring up others’ feelings and then breaking up amicably, but she wasn’t that bad either. If she could help, she would.
"Girl, don’t go any further, there are no more Frozen Needles ahead," the granny warned her once she was stable.
Frozen Needles, scientifically known as Desacrollopin, served to relieve heat.
Since the new Lord Olivius called for people to "survive the Red Sun only with Strawberry Crisp," people from all corners of the world have been urgently searching for Strawberry Crisp.
The refugees had no pen or strawberries, so they road between "charity distribution points" in various cities.
The most terrifying was the temperature... so couldn’t withstand the heat and had to search for free-distributed Frozen Needles.
"Can’t those above even complete the preparation work?" Shi Ying thought to herself, "Forget it, Luowasha is indeed too big, it’s impossible to care for every aspect. Essentially, this is also a kind of screening; only those who are healthy and lucky enough can survive to the mont to enter the book... sigh..."
Feeling irritable, she wanted to leave, but sothing cold was suddenly pushed into her hand.
Looking down, she saw it was a white stone.
"Here, take this," the granny showed a simple smile, "The city’s Frozen Needles are all gone, but there are many white stones nationwide, known as ’non-lting ice blocks.’ Holding it can cool you down; it’s the wisdom of our ancestors..."
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