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Chapter 324. Crushing and Encirclement (Two-in-One)

At this moment, inside the Meteorological Observatory News Building.

The piles of corpses were stacked on top of each other, almost blocking the corridor.

Several dark gun barrels emerged from behind the pile of corpses, all aimed at a young man with light brown hair wearing a gray hoodie in the office.

He wore frameless glasses and looked exhausted, as if everything in front of him was irrelevant to him.

Blood spread from his feet, forming a dark red stream on the ground, where the mangled limbs crushed into a bloody pulp could be vaguely seen.

A girl wearing tight pants and loafers floated in mid-air.

She crossed her arms and legs, looking down at him with a mocking smirk.

"Sir meteorologist, the entire weather station has been overrun. Are you still prepared to fight like a cornered beast?"

The young man's face was stern; he remained calm and composed even as he faced numerous gun barrels.

He raised his hand and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his movements as calm as if he were compiling a research report.

Then, he slowly raised his hands.

Chi Piao's eyes sharpened, and a gravitational field subtly rippled around her. She was poised to strike, waiting for the slightest movement from him before crushing him into a bloody pulp with a force a hundred times greater than gravity—

"Don't shoot, I surrender."

As if afraid his sincerity wasn't enough, he nervously adjusted his glasses and added:
"I do meteorological research, which is very useful."

"?"

Chi Piao was taken aback.

Having witnessed countless battles fought to the death by the weather station staff along the way, this was the first time she had encountered someone surrendering so readily.

She was almost caught off guard.

"I'm a henchman at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals."

Her tone was tentative:

"Aren't you going to put up a fight?"

The young man glanced at her, his voice languid:
"You are a war giant, I am from the Light faction, the strategist branch."

—The former has a combat power of 100, while the latter's combat power is infinitely close to zero.

Punching her would probably feel like tickling.

Chi Piao couldn't tell whether the person in front of her was telling the truth or lying. She reported to her superior through the communicator:

“Your Excellency, the schemer, I just killed the guards surrounding the meteorologist, and the meteorologist surrendered immediately.”

Xu Huan on the other end of the communicator seemed unsurprised. He gave the order:

"Leave someone to keep an eye on him. Go and search to see if there are any survivors. Kill those from both the War and Chaos factions. Kill those from the Light faction who refuse to surrender as well. Tie up those who are willing to surrender and transport them back together later."

"clear."

Chi Piao ordered the other thugs to tie up the meteorologist, then used gravity to leave and began searching for other living people.

The young man in the light gray hoodie leaned back in his chair, a glint of dark green light flashing beneath his half-closed eyes. Several gun barrels were coldly pointed at him, yet he remained calm, as if the surrounding threats were irrelevant to him.

At this moment, the inner world of his mind was already in complete chaos.

[The main personality has fainted again! The psychiatric medication isn't working at all, what should I do?]

A furious female voice shouted.

[Move her to the bed first, and lie with her for a while. Did she talk in her sleep?]

The voice that answered was calm, the same one that belonged to the Song family.

Don't panic, keeping her calm is the most important thing.

A deep, steady male voice broke in.

No wonder she didn't respond when I called her main personality earlier; it turns out she had another episode.

Another female voice belatedly exclaimed in surprise.

[Weren't they saying things were getting better just a few days ago? How come it's suddenly gotten worse again?]

Several voices rang out in a cacophony, with at least five or six personalities speaking simultaneously.

The meteorologist interjected quietly:
If it were truly cured, this alternate world that allows us to communicate directly wouldn't have suddenly split off...

【…】

The inner world immediately fell silent.

The meteorologist recalled the previous situation. Although the split in the dominant personality had been quite severe, at least no obvious somatization symptoms had appeared yet.

At that time, the personalities could not fully share information and could only communicate through the primary personality. But ever since the bodyification began, this "inner world" has inexplicably appeared in my mind, where all the personalities can communicate directly.

The significant improvement in information sharing ability indicates that the main personality's talent for "dissociative identity disorder" has advanced to a new level—which also means that her condition is worsening.

What should we do now? Who can get more effective psychiatric medications?

Someone broke the silence.

[It's difficult. Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals almost monopolizes the market for psychotropic drugs. I'm in a small organization, so I have no access to them.]

I don't have any connections either.

【+1】

[I'm currently working at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals, but the control over psychotropic drugs is extremely strict; even internal staff have a hard time obtaining them.]

A new female voice joined the discussion.

The meteorologist spoke again timidly:
[If you ask me... perhaps we should send the primary personality to a mental hospital for treatment? Her split personality is getting more and more severe; if we don't intervene soon, she might really not be able to hold on.]

"Are you crazy? The mental hospital is Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals' territory. Sending her there is like walking into a trap!"

There was an immediate and personal rebuttal.

[But the world's top neuroscientists and psychiatrists are indeed all in mental hospitals, and Black Pupil monopolizes all new psychiatric drugs.]

The meteorologist offered a low-pitched explanation.

If we really want to save her, we can't get around Kurohime...

【You can't just go openly like that! Do you think your master's life is too long?】

His voice was abruptly interrupted, the argument resumed, and the inner world was plunged into chaos once more.

The meteorologist shrank into a corner of his consciousness, unable to join the conversation.

Of all the personalities, he was always the weakest. The stronger personalities were just as cunning and scheming as the dominant personality, while the weaker personality like him lacked both intelligence and courage, and his first reaction to trouble was to surrender.

The other personalities call him "loser," and he really doesn't have much energy to spare, always looking listless.

Listening to the cacophony in his head, the meteorologist hesitated for a long time before finally mustering his courage and speaking softly:
[Ladies and gentlemen... please stop arguing! I've just been captured by people from Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals. Is there anyone who can save me?]

He strained to raise his voice, shouting through the cacophony of the argument:
The original personality told me to meet Feng Shiman, saying someone would meet me... but now I'm tied to a chair and a gun is pointed at me...

The arguing subsided slightly, though the dominant personalities were still debating the main personality's condition, when a calm female voice took over:

[I'm in the strategist department at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals. Cooperate obediently; do whatever they tell you to do, don't resist. Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals generally doesn't kill prisoners of light. Once you're taken back to headquarters, I'll protect you.]

"Okay, sis!" The meteorologist's tone immediately brightened, as if grasping at a straw. The female voice, one of the few powerful personalities, was quickly drawn into the debate among the other dominant personalities. The meteorologist heard someone ask her:
[Psychotropic drugs, you really can't get any?]

[Not now. But let the main personality hold on a little longer; the schemer won't live much longer. Once he's dead, I can take power, and then the main personality will be saved.]

Her tone was firm.

Was this a scheme orchestrated by the dominant personality all along?

A male voice pressed for an answer.

Yes. She had already anticipated that she might lose control of her illness, so she arranged for me to infiltrate beforehand. Now the plan is nearing completion, and we must make sure she holds on.

The good news that there was an undercover agent among the high-ranking members of Black Eye Pharmaceuticals brought a slight sigh of relief to all the personalities.

The male voice that had spoken earlier suggested again:
【In the meantime, why don't we have the main personality come to Ideal Thirteen Cities first? I'll be an elder here, so bringing her over won't be difficult.】

The irritable female voice immediately objected:
What's the situation outside? It's full of disaster victims and contaminated areas. We're a group of people from the light; who will escort her?

[The Rose Group is engaged in a fierce battle, several highways are closed, and we can only take dirt roads, so I can't guarantee their safety.]

The male voice calmly responded:
[I have a subordinate, someone I recruited from the War Alliance, who can control the night. Have him secretly escort the main personality over, and we'll send another personality to take care of her personally.]

Another debate arose in their minds, but this time most personalities expressed their agreement, while some questioned the reliability of the guards.

The meteorologist stopped listening because his limbs were all bound and he couldn't move. He was sitting in a chair, only able to look up at the ceiling.

My vision gradually blurred, and my consciousness slowly sank into the darkness...

"Hu-hu-"

When Chi Piao returned, he saw the meteorologist who had just been captured sitting in a chair, surrounded by several gun barrels, his head nodding as he slept soundly.

She kicked him in shock, grabbed his collar and lifted him up, asking sharply, "Aren't you scared?"

The meteorologist gasped as he was being pulled, not fully conscious, and shrank back, muttering incoherently, "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Chi Piao was speechless for a moment. Just as she was about to speak, her boss's cold new instruction came through her earpiece:
"There's not enough time. Smash the building and, while the dust settles, use the gravitational field to quickly retreat with the prisoners. The geographers are still on their way; long-range missiles and mortars will cover your retreat."

"clear."

Chi Piao's expression hardened. He grabbed the meteorologist and gestured to his subordinates. Instantly, a gravitational field unfolded, suspending everyone in the air, and they flew out of the window one by one.

She brought up the rear, turned to face the towering meteorological observatory building, spread her five fingers, and pressed them sharply into the air—

"Three hundred times gravity—collapse!"

"Om————"

The air seemed to freeze the moment the command was given.

An invisible, immense force, powerful enough to warp space, descended from the direction of her palm.

The entire building seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand from the sky, and from the top floor onwards, every inch of the reinforced concrete structure groaned under the unbearable weight.

The glass curtain wall was directly crushed into dust, and the load-bearing columns bent and deformed under hundreds of times their own weight, like wax figures under high temperature.

The entire building was forcibly squeezed and crushed inward within that terrifying force field.

The steel bars were forcibly peeled and twisted from the concrete, emitting a piercing metallic groan, and then crushed and compacted by violent force along with the cement fragments.

In the blink of an eye, the majestic building completely collapsed, like a piece of iron being repeatedly hammered by a giant sledgehammer, shrinking layer by layer.

"boom------"

Finally, with a deafening roar, it was slammed into the ground, turning into a huge, rubble-strewn crater. All the original structure and space vanished, leaving only a chilling, flat ruin.

"Whoosh—"

At the same time, the billowing dust, like a shockwave from an explosion, shot into the sky and quickly engulfed the spot where Chi Piao and his group had just been standing.

At the very instant she withdrew the power from her fingertips, a blindingly bright light suddenly burst forth in the distance.

"Om————"

The almost solidified spiritual power transformed into a dazzling golden barrier, like a sword of judgment, piercing the sky and pushing forward with unstoppable force.

—The giant of the television station's psychological warfare branch has made its move.

"Don't panic, fly forward, don't look back."

The schemer gave clear instructions over the communicator, and his calm voice instantly steadied Chi Piao's somewhat flustered mind.

"Om——"

A black missile, launched from the Dream Pavilion in the distance, trailed a long trajectory and roared through the air as it crashed straight into the dazzling spiritual barrier that swept away everything.

In the instant the two collided violently, even though Chi Piao had his back to the explosion point, he felt as if a red-hot iron cone had struck his soul.

First came a terrifying heatwave that could burn your back, followed by a sharp screech that almost pierced your eardrums.

"Waaaaah————————————"

……

At this time, Rose is in traffic.

Jingwei received an urgent call back from the TV station. After saying goodbye to her colleagues, she quickly followed the navigation and headed toward the nearest TV station building.

To take a shortcut, he used his hiking stick to climb over a barren hill.

However, the moment he reached the top of the hill, his steps abruptly halted, and a chill shot up his spine to the top of his head—

Across the vast plain ahead, there was a dense mass of people.

Thousands upon thousands of people in blue and white striped hospital gowns, like silent statues, stood or sat, densely covering the entire field.

What's even more chilling is that all of them are facing him.

Thousands of eyes, empty and devoid of anything, stared intently at him alone, unblinking.

Jing Wei's pupils contracted sharply, her heart pounded, and she almost instinctively turned around hastily.

The path we came from has long been cut off.

The hillside we had just passed was now silently blocked by a vast, quiet crowd of people dressed in blue and white.

He stood atop the hill, completely surrounded.

A warm summer breeze swept across the hillside, causing the wild grass to sway, but it brought no warmth whatsoever, only a bone-chilling cold.

"Your Excellency, Geographer."

A soft, even slightly shy female voice suddenly rang out very close behind him.

Jing Wei froze, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the trekking pole.

He struggled to suppress his trembling and slowly, extremely slowly, turned his head back.

He saw a girl wearing a gray linen shirt standing quietly not far in front of him.

She held a white cane in her hand, her face radiating a tranquility that seemed out of place with the eerie atmosphere around her.

"long time no see."

She spoke softly, as if chatting casually with an old friend.

Not too busy today, so here's a two-in-one bonus.

The comments section has been updated with a summary. While I might not be good at much else, I'm good at explaining the plot clearly. Let's get straight to the point, the female lead's displays of power are clear, and the number of supporting female characters is obvious. I'll see who dares to criticize me now (￣.￣). Those nasty haters! I was already angry because it was raining and I lost my umbrella, and now these haters are spouting nonsense. My automatic umbrella... I wonder who stole it. They really had their fun. My umbrella must be really useful, right? (￣.￣)