Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 195 Security Council Summary
On the island of the soul.

The thief An He pushed up the single crystal glasses on his right eye. He was dressed in standard secretary attire, holding a notebook in his hand, and writing furiously with an old feather pen while reporting at the same time.

"Many complaints have been received from Hell, reporting that some devils maliciously mixed personal grudges into their roles as NPCs, and excessively used means to restrain evil spirits, resulting in a significant increase in the frequency of work-related injuries."

Audience member An He gently shook his glass and returned the question to the thief and fortune teller: "Is there any good solution?"

"What does the grudge between the devils have to do with us? Isn't this purely a matter of personnel transfer? Let them go find Miss Witch." The fortune teller An He said that he absolutely could not take the blame.

"Well, actually the devils have made their own demands." The thief An He quickly added.

"What is it?"

"Their demands are simple, to sum it up they just want more money."

Audience member An He pondered for a moment, drank the wine in the glass, then put down the empty glass and looked towards the foggy sea not far away.

The crimson stars developed very quickly, and as the number of extraordinary people increased, faith continued to accumulate, and at the same time it was transformed into new gray-white mist at a considerable speed.

The newly generated grayish-white fog merged into the sea of fog, making the already very thick sea of fog even thicker, almost condensing into substance. As the density increased, the color gradually changed to darker colors. It is foreseeable that in the end it may condense into the ultimate color - colorful black.

"In addition, the identities of several great demons who are capable of playing high-sequence characters have basically been arranged. We can officially start the script after completing the basic opening prerequisites." The thief An He turned a page and continued to report on the current situation of the Metaverse.

"However, Lucifer is still on leave and cannot take on the position of Archbishop of the Scarlet Church for the time being. The High Sequence of the Scarlet Church will still be vacant for a while."

"What on earth did he do?" The fortune teller An He was puzzled. "Did he ask Hong Zi?"

".She said that it was because the gates of hell had been wide open recently, and the devils had learned a lot of new tricks in modern society, and were carrying out major reforms in hell. And Lucifer, as the lord of hell, had to approve hundreds of regulations a day." Audience member An He was speechless for a moment.

"What about letting other big demons take over? Save Satan." The fortune teller An He raised his hand and suggested.

"Satan is alive." The thief An He said there was nothing he could do, "It is said that all the big demons are already in place."

"Don't you have the ability to clone yourself as a great demon?"

"It's been abandoned for hundreds of years, and I've long forgotten it." The thief An He spread his hands, "The gates of hell have been closed for so long, the devils and the human world have long been out of touch. In the past hundred years, the most popular sport in hell was even hand-to-hand wrestling. Understand that."

".I don't know where to start complaining." The fortune teller An He was silent.

"Things in hell are complicated, but easy to solve."

The thief An He then talked about the next topic: "Plans on applying metaverse technology to the real world."

Audience member An He raised his hand and said, "Let Noah's Ark gradually open up the permissions of the Church of the Knower in various places. At the same time, modify the probability of scholar players and highly educated people being born in the jurisdiction of the Church of the Knower in the background, and give them the cost of trial and error in the metaverse. The development of science and technology in reality will naturally catch up."

"Teacher Miyano borrowed my Sequence 5-level 'Analysis' to conduct cutting-edge research on theories, and relied on the 'Book of Omniscience' to include verified results into the Metaverse Network, using this as the physical cornerstone to ensure the upper limit of these scientists. Then it's up to time for civilization to ferment on its own." The thief Anhe nodded.

The fortune teller suddenly asked: "What is the extraordinary penetration rate among officials of various countries?"

"It's a bit low, only 42%. We need to reach more than 60 percentage points to promote true universal extraordinaryness. Otherwise, the modern order will easily collapse." The thief replied.

Audience member An He calmly analyzed the current trend. "Sequence 9 in all pathways cannot challenge the authority of modern technology, but some extreme pathways have the ability to affect social stability at Sequence 8. This is the result of our careful design, and we did not allow a truly antisocial lunatic to be promoted."

"The next plan is to promote the number of people to become Beyonders once the official Beyonders reach 8%. At the same time, we will open up the restrictions on a small number of individuals to advance to Sequence 7. As for Sequence , we have to wait until modern technology develops to a certain stage and we officially reach the level above Demigod."

The thief An He nodded, and then pretended to write something in his notebook with a feather pen that couldn't write at all, and then said, "Then the next topic."

"After a period of systematic observation and research on the dream world using the ability of Sequence 5 'Dream Thief', I finally discovered a characteristic."

"The ocean of collective unconsciousness is too vast, and the islands of the mind between living things are too far apart and too deeply rooted to allow for intersecting or colliding with each other."

"And the spiritual world is too 'narrow', and the resistance of spirits in it is too small, so it is easy to cross the boundary."

"Dreams are different from both. They are as stable as islands in the mind and are not easily affected by reality. They are also as inclusive as the spirit world. When two similar dreams are affected by a little external force, they can easily "merge" and achieve a certain "connected dreaming" effect."

"Even extreme people's dreams may go beyond the boundaries of dreams and collide with the spirit world, unconsciously receiving information from the spirit world and achieving 'passive divination' predictive dreams." The fortune teller An He was a little confused after listening to this, and asked hesitantly: "So..."

"We need to make one fact clear," the thief An He explained, "that is, 'dreams' cannot be artificially created. They exist naturally and change all the time."

"Now let's imagine a picture of many soap bubbles floating on the water."

"They are attached to the water surface and exposed to the air. They occasionally blend with each other, but most of the time they are separated."

"At this time, a gust of wind blew from the air."

The fortune teller An He had a clear picture and suddenly realized: "Soap bubbles will collide and blend with each other under the blowing of the wind, thus forming a huge soap bubble!"

"That's right." The thief An He snapped his fingers. "The underwater is the sea of collective subconsciousness, the air is the spirit world, and this huge soap bubble is the 'dream world' we are going to build."

"When everyone's dreams are connected, every sleep will inevitably lead to a common 'online dream', and there will always be people who hope to sink into it."

“And all we have to do is just…”

He touched the single crystal lens on his right eye socket and gave a nasty smile.

"Give them a strong breeze."

The suburban streets were so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of the wind. The cold autumn leaves were blown around. In such a season that made people feel desolate unconsciously, a taxi slowly stopped by the roadside.

A slightly fat man with a big nose got out of the car. He first smiled at the driver, then rubbed his thumb and index finger together in front of his chin a few times.

"Praise the fool."

"May fortune favor you." The driver smiled back, "It's 3 soles in total."

The big-nosed man found some change from his pocket and paid the fare. Then the driver stepped on the accelerator and left.

He felt strange that in this age when the Internet has become so popular, there are still people who hail cars on the street in such a primitive way and pay with cash.

Especially coming all the way from the central commercial street to the cemetery on the outskirts of the old city.
He shook his head and put all these crazy thoughts behind him.

Anyway, the order has been completed and this person has nothing to do with him anymore.

On the deserted street, the big-nosed man glanced around. There was no one around, only the occasional crow that flew by and landed on a dead tree in the cemetery, looking at him curiously with its head tilted.

His gaze lingered on the iron gate at the cemetery gate for a while, and finally fell on the dark guard room and the small lantern hanging on the treetop nearby. The dim halo merged with the sunlight under the setting sun.

The big-nosed man hid in a small alley very vigilantly. When he came out, he no longer had the rude face, but a clean and gentle thin young man wearing a pair of glasses.

This person is naturally our beloved second generation of Kidd, the genius magician Kuroba Kaito who has unparalleled disguise skills.

After changing his appearance, Kuroba Kaito quickly felt a strong sense of security.

For high-sequence strongmen, his physical disguise is naturally useless, but for those "Raiders" who are wanted and hunting him, this level of disguise is more than enough.

This is also the reason why he didn't have to end up like Kogoro Mori and still had enough money to take a taxi.

After walking around the cemetery for a while, thinking that he should avoid the sight of the guard room, Kuroba Kaito climbed over the wall and easily entered the cemetery with the skills of a phantom thief.

The cemetery is very large and no one is specifically taking care of it. Some of the tombs have crude tombstones built in a haphazard manner, while others have exquisite and clean tombs. Although they are buried in the same area, the family background and family relationships of the deceased can be seen at a glance.

This is a cemetery that was entirely funded by the Scarlet Church. However, for some reason, they did not spend too much time and effort on its management. Instead, they seemed to have forgotten about it and allowed it to develop at will.

As time went by, people in the old city gradually filled up the cemetery, just like a wild flower garden. The excellent breeds grew naturally and vigorously, while the inferior weeds could only survive in the cracks with tenacious vitality and luck.

(End of this chapter)