This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 325 The Second Administrator Arrives Before His Loyal Heart Sea Control Panel
The scene before him allowed Nie Weiyang to instantly connect the clues.

The intermittent warnings from the Glory Space Station, the fragmented message "Do not move backwards...", the story of the previous civilization being harvested by interstellar forces, and the 'Reverse Tower' before them, echoing the deep-sea ruins...

The Reverse Tower looks very likely to be a remnant of a previous civilization... or simply a resource extraction device set up by those interstellar harvesters.

If so, it is rooted inside the planet, greedily drawing some kind of energy—perhaps geothermal energy, perhaps energy flowing through the earth's veins, or even part of the planet's barrier energy, or the power of the deep sea—the 'fetal sea'—where the cycle of life and death resides.

Was the warning from the Glory Space Station a reminder that the Tower of Reversal itself was dangerous, and that touching or interfering with it could lead to catastrophic consequences? Or was it a warning that the Returning Cult and the Transcendent Demons were engaging in some kind of perverse act—attempting to use the tower to achieve some blasphemous purpose?
As for that fifty-meter-tall armored statue...

Nie Weiyang stared at it.

It kneels on one knee, facing the inverted tower, its posture resembling both protection and sealing.

Did the previous civilization realize the tower's danger before its destruction and try to seal it off in this way? Or is this statue some kind of control component or safety valve for the tower?

The Glory Space Station opposed his arrival, probably because the situation here was too complicated, and that statue looked...

Nie Weiyang glanced at it for a moment.

The statue is jet black, its clean, glossy surface blending seamlessly with its matte finish in an elegant and simple way. It has no head, only a bowed posture. Its right hand rests on a long, sleek staff with a diamond-shaped structure at the top that splits to the sides, but it lacks a pointed tip for attack. Its left hand places a short spear, resembling a signal tower, on the ground. A signal diffuser-like structure lies horizontally in the middle, like a fragile shield. Behind it is a massive external structure that looks like a thruster, with three pairs of folded blades that droop to the ground.

Between its chest and thighs, Nie Weiyang could see a faint blue fluorescence, like some kind of energy source, flickering weakly.

This thing... looks so gaudy and flashy, more like a ceremonial object than a military weapon.

But Nie Weiyang was certain that in a fight, that thing would be far more powerful than the crudely made statue of the Life Cult.

Everything here—the Tower of Reversal, the Armored Statue, the Return to the Cult ritual, the possible conspiracy of the Transcendent Demon…

If any link gets out of control, or if the enemy is allowed to develop further, the consequences will be unimaginable.

We cannot act rashly...

Nie Weiyang quietly observed the situation.

He needed more intelligence, especially specific details about the tower and statue, and what the Returning Church intended to do with it. Therefore, he had to get close to it.

He gestured for Russell to find a place to hide, while he quickly slid down the rock face.

Before landing, he took out a robe of a mid-level cultist from his backpack. The golden mask on his face, combined with the uniform, provided a more complete disguise, allowing him to blend perfectly into the shadows of the city ruins below.

He carefully avoided main roads and patrols, quietly blending into the edge of the prayer procession, and then leaving the group several times. Using his keen sense of energy fluctuations, he gradually moved towards the city center.

At times like these, the advantage of his vampire bloodline becomes apparent—in such darkness, even though he is a paladin, as long as he carefully conceals his presence, he can still barely blend into the environment.

But there was indeed some kind of power in the center, giving people a strange sense of order, as if some kind of magic was scanning back and forth in the void, but he could not see its true form.

The closer one gets to the center, the more pronounced the strange sense of order becomes. An invisible force field hangs over the city, repelling the surrounding chaos and filth. The traces of Returning to the Church's activities diminish sharply here; only a few people dressed in specific attire, who appear to be technicians or high priests, are active. Their expressions are solemn, and their movements exude a cautious reverence.

It's worth noting that... there's a cage every fifty meters, each containing a young man with an empty expression. The closer to the center, the denser the cages become.

They were all mind readers, and also living surveillance consumables here. The eerie glow of the Kaligan crystals flowed from all directions, severely reducing the sensory abilities of everyone present.

The Return Sect had never considered the possibility that a world-class or even the strongest expert in the world would travel thousands of miles to infiltrate their hometown. Their precautions were not unavoidable for Nie Weiyang.

He hid behind a half-collapsed metal column, his gaze piercing through the gaps to land on a group of people near the base of the inverted tower.

It was far away, but he could still roughly deduce what the group of people were saying by combining the faint sounds, lip movements, and a little mind-reading feedback.

Nie Weiyang's gaze was calm and harmless, and it did not arouse any suspicion when it swept over the leader.

And the one leading them was a figure in a red robe—

New Sun Lord.

The new sun god was clearly male, tall and thin, with his back to Nie Weiyang. Even from a distance, Nie Weiyang could feel a sharp, icy aura emanating from him.

He was holding a high-tech-looking data panel in one hand, staring intently at the screen, while in the other hand he held a thick, brick-like book, which appeared to be a dictionary.

A man dressed in a dark blue robe, clearly a member of the Mother Goddess Cult, stood beside him, muttering a complaint:

"...If only we had someone fluent in the common language of the previous civilization," the cultist sighed, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Unfortunately, we lack truly top-tier linguists, and this amount of time is simply not enough for our people to learn the common language..."

"Can't their semantics just not evolve? It would be so much better to preserve the original meaning of words in the mother tongue!"

The new Sun Lord didn't turn around, but simply tapped the edge of the data panel lightly with his fingers, producing a crisp sound. His voice, coming through the mask, carried a cold quality:

Complaining is useless.

"The Lord needs this obelisk to be reactivated, and we must link it to the sea of ​​the wise before the next blood moon rises."

“Breaking its control protocol is the only way.” The new Sun Lord paused casually, seemingly consulting a dictionary, then pronounced a difficult syllable, referring to a symbol on the data panel, “…'permissions'…'power', 'core', 'central area'…damn, these words have so many variations in different contexts…”

They couldn't understand these things, but Nie Weiyang's heart stirred upon hearing them.

Obelisk? They call the inverted tower an 'obelisk'? Reboot? Control protocol?
It seems the Returning Cult... or rather, the Voidwalkers behind them—know some of the tower's functions, but they don't fully control it, or even know its real name. They need to crack the control protocol left by the previous civilization to restart it.

And the purpose of restarting it was indeed to reach the depths of the human mind!
Nie Weiyang stared at the silver-white tower, a multitude of plans flashing through his mind. Finally, he put his headphones back on, grinned, revealing a sharp, fanged smile, and sank his consciousness into his mind.

Administrator Number Two arrived at his loyal Heart Sea operation panel.

—Do you need a language expert from a former civilization who wants to access the inner world of Homo sapiens?
Congratulations, you've drawn a lucky draw!
(End of this chapter)