Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 803 Dissolution of Human Intelligence
"This is Cyril Hart. This is my last report before the silence. I am close to the target location. No reply is required. That's all."

After sending the encrypted message, the man pulled out the disposable SIM card, broke it in half, and threw it into the nearby trash can.

He silently exhaled, tightening his grip on his shoulder bag, which was adorned with scattered trinkets, all related to Zenryusetsuna, including several limited-edition pieces. Considering the dedication of Zenryusetsuna fans, even through the Scientific Ethics Committee's channels, it had taken considerable effort to obtain those limited-edition items.

Sigh, when will we be able to apply for and use operating funds without needing to write receipts, with no limit?

"This...this is...a sales pitch for the 'Verse on Impermanence'?"

A voice rang out, and Cyril Hart looked over to see a girl of average height with curly hair. She was staring intently at Cyril Hart—or rather, at a badge on the girl's shoulder bag.

"It's incredibly hard to get, oh my god, you actually have one."

“You have good taste,” Cyril Hart said proudly. “I spent—”

"No, it can't be fake, can it?"

Cyril Hart flew into a rage: "Are you questioning my love for Zenrajapati?!"

"I'm so sorry!" The girl shrank back, her eyes brimming with tears as she apologized, "I haven't seen a piece of this quality in so long, I accidentally... *sobs* You're so amazing, you managed to get your hands on one."

Cyril Hart smiled smugly and made a move to leave.

"Wait, wait!" The girl hesitated for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Cyril: "I...I...our entire fan club has never seen such a high-end style before! Why don't you come stay with us for a while? Everyone will be very happy!"

coming.

Cyril Hart thought to himself.

He pretended to think for a moment, then nodded.

They were currently in the Alosha region, an area previously occupied by the Knights of the Spirit Candle but later recaptured by Zenryusha. Following the girl, clear traces of the war were still visible.

Collapsed buildings, scattered shell fragments, and burnt car wrecks.
Then, lights were hung on the ruins of the building, and scattered shell casings were collected and pieced together to form "snowmen" with different expressions. Everyone in sight was immersed in a strange atmosphere, talking excitedly to each other, as if they were not in the war zone.

They were all followers of Zen Ryūsha.

Cyril Hart was able to identify these people without much difficulty. For example, the person at the seven o'clock position, 120 meters away, had a holographic projection system installed on his back. No matter where he went, he would be completely enveloped by Zenrasetsana's secondary creation.

After learning that Zenryusha had landed here, her followers from all over the corporate alliance gathered in the Alosa region.

Due to the war, the local population of the Alosha region has suffered a severe loss, while the number of Zenryusetsana followers is so large that the Alosha region has now become almost entirely a gathering place for Zenryusetsana fans.

It resembles a cooking pot with its lid tightly closed.

It was airtight and impossible to detect.

That's why I came here. Cyril Hart thought to himself as he cautiously observed his surroundings.

Social order was maintained at a high level, far from the chaos and barbarity of normal combat zones. This was because the various Zen Ryūsetsu support groups had spontaneously taken over the area, and their armed forces, such as the "Setsuna Defense Force," the "Zen Knights," and the "Ryūsetsu Expeditionary Force," ensured local stability.

This was no mere self-amusement. Cyril Hart's heart sank slightly. In just a short time, he had encountered several men whose fighting ability could be described as "good." If they were to fight head-on, his chances of winning were worrying.

While their equipment was severely restricted due to their infiltration and investigation missions, their skill level was still evident. How did these individuals become so enthusiastic about Zen Ryusei?
He subconsciously looked up, and the enormous, magnificent creation hanging high in the sky was reflected deep in his pupils.

Despite having a different mission and belonging to a different group, he had to admit that Zenryusatsuna and this space carrier were truly beautiful.

He wasn't the only one looking up at the sky; many people would occasionally stop what they were doing and gaze up at the space carrier known as the "Land of Eternal Dreams".

However, Cyril Hart scoffed inwardly at the way these people were staring at him; he would never be like them. Zenryusha wouldn't appreciate such a disgraceful act.

"How many people are in your support group?" Cyril Hart asked as he walked, gathering intelligence.

"Wow, I see there are over a hundred people in the group chat," the girl said proudly. "Fifty-three people have already arrived, and the others are on their way. I estimate they'll be here soon."

There are only a little over a hundred people at most?

Cyril Hart shook his head inwardly. The scale was too small to be a concern. After all, the support group that issued him the mission numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

"Ah!" The girl suddenly stopped and ran excitedly towards a spot: "It's a photo of Setsuna-sama from the 'Release of Commandments' tour! My goodness, it's so well drawn!"

There was a coffee shop that had been destroyed by some weapon, and the best-preserved wall that had barely collapsed was covered in graffiti.

The girl in the painting is dressed in fine gauze, her eyes are lowered, and her hands holding the microphone are gently placed on her lower abdomen, as if in prayer.

Ever since their Zen Ryusei support group announced their occupation of the Alosa region, these secondhand works have filled every corner of the local area. Even the free WiFi on the network is no longer used to infect the prosthetic eye with viruses and push advertisements, but has been replaced by forced viewing of Zen Ryusei works.

Cyril Hart had seen many in the past few days, but he had to admit that the painting in front of him was the best of the best and worthy of being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

It's really getting a bit annoying. This person is doing such a good job, he's bound to be favored by Zenryusetsana.

Cyril Hart realized that Zenryusa's love was limited to being a loyal follower of the other, and he shouldn't have such a dark and selfish thought, because the incomparably lovable Zenryusa always insisted on loving everyone.

But no one is omnipotent, and neither is love. Even mothers, often considered great, inevitably show favoritism towards their own sons. Yes, without a doubt, Setsuna-sama is far greater than any mother, but she has so many people to love—what a difficult thing that must be!
I am sorry.

Cyril Hart said painfully.

"Lord Setsuna, I have troubled you."

(End of this chapter)