Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 279 May the Miracle Walker Live Forever

"Speak, who sent you?" The young major sat across the table, while the spy was bound hand and foot to a chair.

This is Black City in the Hongdu sewers, once the headquarters of a notorious gang. Now, the gang leader, like his outlaws, is in a deep, infantile sleep, being transported to prison.

The major requisitioned the gang's lynching facility to interrogate the madman who had tried to destroy the elixir cauldron.

The spy woke up, his simple face filled with fear. He stammered that some terrible people had threatened him to do this. His family had disappeared, and he had received anonymous smears. If he did not cooperate, his wife and children would be harmed.

The major watched him lie with a blank expression.

After the spy finished speaking, his whole body twitched and trembled slightly, before he spoke: "You obviously don't realize who you're going against. Germi Teso, intelligence officer of the Anfeng Republic's diplomatic embassy, ​​you were ordered by your superiors to steal the elixir, but you decided to blow up the crucible on your own."

The spy's pitiful appearance vanished. He straightened his back, his chest aching from the violent beating of his heart, and his voice was hoarse: "I knew this day would come. Our people leaked the secret, didn't they? They, like you, were blinded by miracles and were no longer loyal to their country."

The major paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's just the two of us here. So I can be frank with you."

He took out a letter from his pocket; it was the spy's will.

"How did you get this letter?" The man tied to the chair struggled suddenly, but to no avail. His face was completely drained of color, and his lips were pale and cyanotic.

"Don't worry, comrade. Our intelligence network remains loyal, at least for now."

The spy was stunned and speechless. It took him a moment to realize the implied meaning in the other person's words.

He knew the identity of the young officer in front of him, and he also knew that the man had studied in the Bountiful Continent, but he never expected that he would be one of his own.

The major stroked the envelope. "While you were unconscious, the Miracle Saint cast a spell on you, and you answered every question in your sleep. So you have no secrets at all. Actually, it's the same for me. That person knows everything about me."

“You still don’t understand what kind of opponent we are facing. Although our party does not believe in gods or saviors, we must acknowledge reality. Escaping the problem and turning a deaf ear is useless. Violence will not work if you want to oppose God.”

Having experienced a rollercoaster of emotions in a short period, the spy felt extremely weak after just waking up. He said softly, "I suspect that the plague was spread by the mysterious man, who wanted to eliminate dissidents. That's his biggest motive."

The major shook his head. "Impossible."

Before the spy could object, the major offered his own perspective: "You think he's eliminating dissidents to expand the Cult of Miracles, right? Making the whole world submit is the wish of all ambitious people throughout history. But that motive doesn't hold water for him. If you'd seen him in person, you'd understand that he doesn't care about our attitude."

The spy frowned urgently, "You clearly saw those people kneeling before him, do you think this kind of thing should happen?"

“You can stand in front of him,” the major said loudly. “You can resist him, you can refute him. Whether you stand or kneel, and ignore him, he won’t care, understand?”

The spy asked in surprise, "You've seen him before?"

"Yes, I've seen him. I tried to confront him, and he simply handed me the medicine... If you've seen him, you'll understand why so many people are willing to go with him, why so many people are willing to give up everything."

The major's eyes gleamed in the light, his voice as light and murky as haze. After he finished speaking, he coughed lightly.

"You are too weak, my friend."

"Wait until you've seen him before you criticize my weakness. Tell me, my friend Teso, why did you blow up the crucible?"

"Does the reason matter?" the agent said bitterly. "I did think about stealing the crucible, but that's impossible. But I also can't stand by and watch these religious people continue to have it and create more fanatical fools."

"Many people will die if they don't get the medicine, do you know that?" the major leaned down and questioned.

The spy paused for a moment, then said, "Whether this cauldron exists or not, it makes no difference to the people of my motherland. Even if the elixir is stolen and sent back home, only the president, bureaucrats, and wealthy businessmen will benefit, while our working brothers and sisters will still struggle and die in their sickbeds. This epidemic is unfair..."

The major was furious. "Your thinking is seriously flawed! Do you think the people of the Sail Islands deserve to be buried with you?!"

“I am guilty. I confess. But I do not want to see a group of religious fanatics who worship gods invade the world in the name of holy war.”

"Ha! Ha!" The major laughed angrily. "Does the Miracle Walker need an army of mortals?! Don't you know that with a wave of his hand, he can make tens of thousands of people surrender? With a single word, he can dispel the gloom in the sky above Hongdu, make the sun lose its color, and make the stars appear in the daytime?"

"If he wanted to conquer the world, he only needed to write a letter to the rulers of various countries. Would they dare to remain in that position? Do you know that when Emperor Kening returned to the palace, he trembled like a drowning child? He needed alcohol and drugs to fall asleep every day?"
"This is absolute violence, my companion. Do you really think miracle workers need to use war, famine, plague, and death to eliminate dissidents?"

The secret agent shook his head silently.

The major gradually calmed down, sat back in his chair, remained silent, and then said in a low voice, "I understand. I also believe that humanity doesn't need gods. But you can't expect the masses, struggling on the edge of life and death, lacking knowledge and wisdom, and filled with bad habits, to possess this kind of rationality. People suffer too much; miracle workers can make them feel happy and receive real benefits, even if it's just living one more day, that's a good thing." "Brutal pragmatism," the agent laughed.

“Yes.” The major smiled. “Our leader opposes religion as a mere form of spiritual addiction, but the Cult of Miracles represents a revolution in productivity. You guys in this line of work often steal data from the Arcane Machines, right? That’s what he allows. Vaccines too, elixirs too. His thinking has always been simple, easy to guess.”

"The Cult of Miracles is a new form of social organization. Our opponent is not just an ideological entity, but a real community. To defeat it, simply winning in theory is useless. You have to provide a better life to get people to follow you."

The spy couldn't laugh. "Who could do that?"

"No one can do that. Therefore, his victory was inevitable."

"You have betrayed your oath."

"No. I just found that going with him would make the vow come true faster."

"You've forgotten, we don't need gods or saviors."

"But God and the Savior have already appeared, haven't they? Whether you believe or not, it doesn't prevent him from transforming the world. I think that whether it's the rulers of the old era or us who have never created a new era, we should all learn to adapt to the current forms of struggle."

"Tell me, if we all disappear, will our political party still exist?"

"It will happen. Because the rational instinct of humankind will not disappear; we will always find fault and nitpick. If the future is tragic, history will create new parties to continue our unfinished work."

The major untied the spy and then handed the will back to him.

"Won't letting me go like this cause you trouble?"

"Being knocked unconscious by a seagull is hardly a problem. But don't think you can just walk away like that. Stay and help out."

The spy nodded in agreement, then borrowed a light to burn the will, saying, "I'm worried that if the mysterious man grows old and dies, won't the world he created fall apart overnight?"

“I’m worried about it too,” the major sighed. “Perhaps we should pray that our miracle worker will live forever.”

Is such a thing even possible?

The team escorting the crucible stayed in Hongdu for five days before setting off again.

After they left, no one lived in the sewers anymore. The main criminals were taken to confess in their sleep, which implicated a series of lawbreakers, all of whom were thrown into prison.

The homeless were resettled, given temporary shelter and jobs, children were sent to school for education, and the disabled received affordable and durable prosthetic limbs, each starting a new life.

As the vaccine spread, the epidemic in the Kening Empire was contained, and the number of patients needing the elixir of life decreased. However, regardless of whether they were sick or not, people still wanted a bowl of the elixir.

The Cauldron of Abundant Elixir will feed twenty million people, and the journey continues, with the archipelago's destined dragons coming under the Miracle Walker's command.

Half a month later, the magical phenomenon that had lasted all night at the cape lighthouse outside Jinbei City on White Stone Island subsided. In the early morning, a light rain enveloped the cape plateau, and the clouds were small, covering only a few dozen meters around the lighthouse.

The guard brought over a basin of hot water and a washcloth, followed by a steaming meal. The little seagull picked up the towel, soaked it, and wiped the night watchman's face with it.

"(In magical language) Thank you." The mage's voice was hoarse as he sat down to rest.

It took him a long time to recover. Lin Bo picked up the soup bowl and spoon. On the table in front of him was a water tank, and in the tank was a small fish with a body as transparent as a ruby. Its body was only the length of a toothpick, but it had a beautiful and magnificent tail fin, which gently swayed the water.

This was the first multicellular organism he created.

Lin Bo split the small piece of philosopher's stone in his hand into tens of thousands of parts, and carved genetic incantations at the same frequency, eventually obtaining such a small fish.

He has overcome the most difficult technical hurdles and has experience in creating multicellular organisms. To create more complex organisms, he only needs to continuously increase their size.

From fish to land animals, and finally to the human species, the genetic incantations will become increasingly complex, but with the assistance of the Destiny Dragons, the deduction speed will not be too slow.

That day, Lin Bo purchased another alchemy material package, summoned the disciples of the Lighthouse, assigned them tasks, and began preparations for refining the Blood of the World.

The day the Philosopher Stone is forged will be the day he cleanses his body and transforms his form.

(End of this chapter)