Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 809 Observer

The power that was so great that it could reshape reality suddenly receded, just as the rising tide slowly receded, revealing the submerged shore and restoring its former calm.

Even the silence in the reception room was gradually broken by a low laugh.

However, this is not "contraction".

Conversely, after Song Shi finished speaking, although there was no further movement around, the sense of danger emanating from Paddy Morse suddenly intensified. Like the final moments before a storm, a massive catastrophe was brewing beneath the brief tranquility.

"Ah"

It was less of a laugh and more of a cold, emotionless expression.

“You already said it,” Paddy Morse said, emphasizing each word: “I am not ‘threatened’.”

“So this isn’t a threat, it’s persuasion,” Song Shi replied. “—I came to Wuke Land to persuade you.”

"Jade Pharmaceuticals used 'clones' to disrupt society; Dwight Brooks ushered in the 'Post-Abyss Era'; Zenryusatsuna triggered the 'Dissolution of Human Intelligence.' Even earlier, Abundant Feast hoped to establish an eternal commercial dynasty using addictive substances created by the Singularity technology 'Golden Branch'; Fubo Energy and the Zenith Central respectively sought to divide the Sun and the Evening Moon—"

"What did the Security Bureau do in all of this? You wanted to establish an unquestionable government authority, making everything above you, above you, and below you. But it's clear that since the end of the Seven Earth War, the corporate alliance's government has no face to speak of."

"[Human disintegration] will not be the last case. As long as the company exists, there will never be an end to Level 0 events—they will only come more often and more frequently."

Paddy Morse said slowly, "You, the Enlightened One, the Scientific Ethics Committee. Your power is considerable, yet not abundant. In the Second War of the Seven Earths, are you truly confident that this place won't descend into an even more brutal state?"

"That's just stating the obvious."

Song Shi spoke eloquently: "If we didn't have confidence, we wouldn't be here having this conversation at all."

"The current corporate alliance is all show and no substance; in reality, most of its energy is focused on internal conflicts. We have to fight with each other, and the companies have to fight with each other. Your security bureau, those roving hacker groups, mercenary groups and gangs of all sizes, and emerging religions—aren't they all fighting against other forces? This tangled ball of yarn, in such a messy and chaotic state, how can we expect to stand up to the other forces on Terra?"

“But after the land is divided and a new country is established, these will no longer be problems.” Song Shi stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and then suddenly clenched them: “All voices will be silenced, all forces will be unified, and they will all be directed in the same direction. We will dominate everything, and you will have the opportunity to forge the authoritarian government you desire.”

"Is this your own opinion, or a paraphrase of someone else's?"

At some point, Paddy Morse took out a cigarette, lit it without looking up, and left it to his own devices.

"The reasoning is very simple, and everyone can see it. As for the specific remarks, someone made some minor modifications."

Paddy Morse scoffed: "That's just someone else relaying what they've heard."

"Convincing, but not enough. Still not enough." Thick white smoke obscured the man's face as he shook his head. "This belongs to someone else. Did a True Spirit come here just to act as a playback device, vomiting up other people's remnants?"

Song Shi laughed.

The previous eloquent manner disappeared, replaced by a genuine smile.

"—Of course, of course."

“I only have one opinion,” Song Shi grinned.

"When we first met, it was also in this shell-like place. At that time, I had not yet reached the peak of the fourth ring. Now, we are standing on the same level—the fifth ring of psionic energy, the second stage of the [True Spirit]."

“I will break through to the sixth ring [God's Throne].” Song Shi’s tone remained unchanged, as if it were a casual chat after a meal, requiring no thought or hesitation: “The seventh ring, which no one has reached yet, I also want to see what the scenery is like with my own eyes.”

"I am the reason."

Paddy Morse finished his cigarette and stubbed it out. The two vanished simultaneously. Thirteen seconds later, a scorching sphere of light erupted in the middle layer, as if two miniature suns had collided.

Three hours and twenty-seven minutes later.

"Nan Dou" Song Shi left the earth's crust.

He brought only one more thing with him when he came.

The order was personally signed by the Director General of the Security Bureau.

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"President."

The door opened automatically, and a smartly dressed young man who looked to be in his early twenties walked in. He stopped three meters away from the balcony: "The Level 2 incident 'Circular Farm' has entered its final stage. A detailed action report will be submitted within a week."

"Yes, you did a good job."

When she said this, Yvette Gregory did not turn around, but continued to gaze into the distance, as if observing something.

“I saw it on my way back too.” The young man stepped forward, raised his head, and looked in the same direction: “The Director of the Security Bureau and Song Shi, ‘Nan Dou’. So blatant, and so dazzling. The Fifth Ring that attracts attention.”

The two orbs of light that once shone in the middle layer have disappeared, but the countless holes left by their collision will take time to heal. These shocking "celestial phenomena" tell the story of the fierce battle that had previously broken out.

The young man's real name is unknown, but he has used many aliases. However, those who know of his existence prefer to refer to him by a title: one of the key new generation seeds cultivated by the Scientific Ethics Committee, who, at less than thirty years old, has reached the third level of the Transcendent Realm as a "Thousand-Changer".

“You don’t have much time to prepare. New turmoil is coming.” Yvette Gregory gripped her cane and shook her head slightly. “This is undoubtedly a disaster, but it is also an unprecedented opportunity for you.”

"Go prove yourself."

Upon hearing this, the young man nicknamed "The Thousand-Faced One" straightened his expression and replied.

"I will ensure that the future world has a place for science ethics committees."

"Oh, just saying?"

Yvette Gregory finally turned her head, her body turned to the side, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

“If you don’t talk about it first, how will you know it was you who did it even if you do it?” The young man laughed and shrugged. “This is the most useful lesson I’ve learned in all my years here, Chairman.”

Yvette Gregory grunted, neither confirming nor denying.

"--President."

Immediately, the young man's smile faded, and his expression became much more serious.

"I've come back with only one question."

"I will do everything in my power to push the Science Ethics Committee toward the vision of an independent nation—no matter what your answer is, it will not change my decision. This is just a question of my curiosity."

His index finger pointed to the ceiling.

"—If the corporate alliance splits, what will happen to the one on the evening moon?"

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