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Chapter 240. The Orange Emperor? or the Christine Emperor?
Jiang Jianxin turned on his computer and logged into the game "Big Sister". The familiar female swordsman dressed in the "Goddess Descends" outfit appeared in front of him.

She clicked "Start Game" and guided her character to the dandelion field she had visited before.

Feng Shiman's character stood not far away. Jiang Jianxin did not approach him, but simply stood quietly at a distance.

"And then what?"

Jiang Jianxin asked.

Feng Shiman slowly said:

"Turn on the camera mode like I did, and adjust the wind direction and force as I told you."

Jiang Jianxin did as she was told. She turned on the camera mode and adjusted the wind direction and force on the control panel little by little, as Feng Shiman had instructed.

"Buzz—whoosh—"

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

With each keystroke of her fingers on the keyboard, the sound of wind in the game gradually became clearer.

"Woo——————"

An invisible force began to brew in the sea of ​​flowers. Jiang Jianxin was surprised to find that the dandelion in the center of the screen began to rotate in a certain pattern, gradually forming a small vortex.

As she adjusted the last parameter as instructed, the cyclone became clearly visible, drawing in the surrounding dandelion seeds and forming a shallow, rising spiral.

"Now, turn the wind up to level 10."

Feng Shiman said.

Jiang Jianxin moved the mouse, pushing each wind speed slider to its maximum value.

In an instant, the scene on the screen underwent a dramatic change—the originally gentle cyclone suddenly erupted and expanded at an astonishing speed.

The white dandelion seeds were wildly swept up, weaving together in the air to form a massive vortex that stretched to the heavens and the earth.

“Woo—woo—”

Her character was blown about by the strong wind, her long hair dancing wildly in the wind.

Jiang Jianxin, sitting in front of the screen, unconsciously held his breath, his eyes fixed on the spectacular scene.

A bold guess emerged in her mind:

"You won't want..."

Feng Shiman smiled and said:
"They can control me, but the wind is free."

"If all goes well, the long wail of the hurricane sirens will drown out all evil."

Jiang Jianxin looked at Feng Shiman, who was still in the same position, and suddenly understood the reason for his series of bizarre behaviors.

—He wanted to use the wind to destroy Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals, so he obtained the wind track prediction map from the TV station in advance to plan the wind.

Ordinary gales are no match for it; only a sudden, overwhelming hurricane formed by the convergence of multiple currents can pose a threat to Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals—because 99% of the current Light faction are omniscient.

Sudden natural disasters can only be foreseen and seen.

From a purely planning standpoint, this could indeed be a fatal blow to Black Eye Pharmaceuticals.

However, the initial steps must be kept strictly confidential. If any oversight occurs and the omniscient detects the plan, then he will fail.

Therefore, Feng Shiman was very cautious. He didn't look at the wind trail map, nor did he turn on the camera mode to operate it himself.

Because he knew that there was another pair of eyes behind his own.

How terrifying is omniscience?

Feng Shiman had no doubt that even if he did nothing, just by looking at this wind chart, the Omniscient One could deduce what he wanted to do.

If he were to manually manipulate the composite wind in photo mode, they could even deduce the direction of the wind flow, or even the direction of the image itself.

The enormous gap in intelligence was like a chasm, enough to crush everything; he had to ensure every detail was perfect. "I hope you succeed."

Jiang Jianxin said.

She didn't know what else to say, so this was all she could say.

Feng Shiman's actions seemed somewhat insane to her; she couldn't believe there was such a way to retaliate against Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals.

When do you plan to launch the plan?

Jiang Jianxin asked.

"Let's wait for the right time, which may be a long time from now."

Feng Shiman said.

"But because of that hurricane, at least I can live with hope."

What he didn't say was that he had a backup plan.

That path, which young Feng Shiman once considered the most useless when he first awakened, is now shining dimly in his bloodline, becoming the last source of confidence for adult Feng Shiman.

Sometimes, life is just that ridiculous.

……

At six o'clock in the morning, Jiang Jianxin dragged Feng Shiman to play some games with her older sister for a while, and finally left the arcade satisfied.

The last time she stayed up all night was during finals week in college, when she had to work until dawn to avoid failing her exams.

Back then, I thought it was already tough enough to stay in my dorm eating instant noodles and chewing on thick books, but I never imagined that the world would change so drastically in just a few years.

In this chaotic world, the former university campus has long since turned into ruins, and the life we ​​once had seems warm and peaceful now.

As Jiang Jianxin walked back, enjoying the cool morning breeze, he suddenly thought of his former classmates.

She felt neither hatred nor love for her college classmates; they were simply not familiar with each other.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, the university class groups on WeChat were quite lively for a while.

However, as time went on, the group became quieter and quieter until no one spoke anymore.

The last message in the WeChat group was from early spring, a message forwarded by the class monitor showing the location of the Dawn Base.

Three hours later, the chubby, round-faced class monitor who always cared about his classmates became a floating corpse in the fountain pool in the central square—the fountain had long since stopped spraying water, but blood would still gush out from the bullet holes on its own.

Those students who once complained about early morning classes are now either sunk to the bottom of the dark Cangjiang River or hanging on the barbed wire that was once ravaged by the zombie horde, turned into fragments of rotting flesh scattered in the wind.

The luckiest few managed to establish their own armed squads amidst the ruins, but like kites with broken strings, they never contacted their former classmates again.

On today's Ping An Forum, the debate about the reinstatement of veterans has split into two extremes: one side is filled with vehement condemnation, while the other side is filled with a morbid expectation.

This division is just as Xia Qizhen said: "The world needs a war that causes rivers of blood, a war that must sweep the globe, to completely reshuffle this corrupt world."

The Furong Army's guns were pointed at the War Alliance, Feng Shiman's anger was directed at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals, and beneath this wasteland, who knows how many other pairs of eyes were plotting something in the shadows.

Jiang Jianxin squinted, looking through the thin mist of dawn, but only felt a weariness seeping from the depths of his bones.

The morning mist, like a shroud, enveloped the entire world completely.

“Buzz——————————”

Suddenly, a very sharp buzzing sound rang out in the distance. It was not a vibration of sound waves, but rather a sound that echoed directly in the spiritual realm.

Jiang Jianxin clutched his head in pain, his intuition jolted awake by the sound:
Oh no, your friend is doomed.

Jiang Jianxin trembled, his trembling fingers frantically swiping open the Ping An Forum.

This popular app updates news very quickly; the trending topics list is already filled with a series of blood-red keywords:
#Furong Army temporarily changed course and launched a night attack on Chaoyang Base#
#Zuo Siquan is seriously injured, the number one in the Dreamer sequence is in danger#
#The fall of giants is imminent, and the chaotic camp may be about to be reshuffled#
#The Orange Emperor—Following the Christine Emperor, a new Fool Tyrant is rising#
Each entry is followed by a scarlet "爆" (explosion) character, like a string of undried blood.

I'm going to sleep now, ladies. I'll update tomorrow.