Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

The results of Level 1 training were very poor.

Lin Jibai was beaten down by Lu Chenggong nine times.

The first time, Lu Chengong only glanced at him, and his right leg nerves felt like they were being pierced by invisible arrows, causing him to fall to the ground.

The second time, he tried to predict the trajectory using the echo of the black pillar, but hundreds of fragments of fate that did not belong to him flooded his mind, and blood immediately flowed from his nose to his chin.

The third time, he was smarter. He first kicked the electromagnetic interference device on the side of the training field, creating a three-second blind spot.

Then he was punched into the protective pad by Lu Chengong.

"You're too slow," Lu Chenggong commented.

Lin Jibai lay on the ground, panting: "Are all you Houyi Sequence members so averse to chatting?"

"Arrows don't need to chat."

"No wonder the legend says your wife went to the moon."

Someone at the edge of the training field burst out laughing.

Lu Chengong's eyes turned cold.

On the tenth time, Lin Jibai did not rush towards him.

He rushed toward the control panel next to the black pillar.

Xu Wangshu's pupils contracted: "Lin Jibai!"

Too late.

Lin Jibai pressed the metal ring on his wrist directly into the console interface.

It's sizzling!

The current surged.

All simulated targets in the training field malfunctioned simultaneously, and the trajectory parameters locked by Lu Chengong's right eye were forcibly refreshed.

It wasn't an attack on Lu Chengong.

It is the environment in which he is targeted.

Lu Chengong was finally moved.

The golden arrow grazed Lin Jibai's shoulder and pierced the control panel casing.

Lin Jibai was thrown into the air by the blast wave and crashed heavily to the ground, but he smiled.

For the first time, Lu Chengong's right eye went out of focus.

0.7 seconds.

enough.

Lin Jibai grabbed the insulating rod from the ground and swept it across Lu Chen's ankle.

Lu Chengong took a half step back.

It didn't fall over.

But he withdrew.

The training ground fell silent.

Lin Jibai coughed up a mouthful of blood: "The tenth time, I won by half a move."

Lu Chengong looked at the destroyed control panel: "You cheated."

"I'm not here to participate in a sports meet." Lin Jibai struggled to his feet. "I'm here to save people. If I can disconnect the wiring, I won't try to withstand the gun barrel; if I can cut off the power, I won't try to outmuscle you."

"Is this the idea behind Gonggong's side variables?"

"That's the mindset of the poor."

The lights in the dome suddenly went out.

Wen Zhaolin's voice rang out: "Lin Jibai, go to the observation deck."

Ten minutes later, Lin Jibai stood on the observation deck at the deepest part of the base.

It's called an observation deck, but it doesn't actually have any windows.

The entire wall is covered in data.

Global war index, poverty distribution, healthcare bank runs, extreme weather, fraud networks, number of deaths from loneliness, missing children records, genetic disease databases, financial collapse models...

Every second, numbers change.

Behind every number is a person.

Wen Zhaolin stood in front of the data wall, wearing a dark gray suit, his back straight and almost restrained.

"You said in the training ground that the human world should not be entrusted to the old system."

Lin Jibai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "That's what I'm saying now too."

Wen Zhaolin nodded: "Very good. A stable stance is a rare quality."

He raised his hand, and the data wall switched.

"Over the past decade, the number of unnatural deaths worldwide caused by human error in decision-making is conservatively estimated at 37 million."

The screen changes.

"Ninety-two million preventable deaths due to unequal distribution of resources."

Jump again.

"The number of people whose life trajectories have been permanently altered due to information pollution, financial manipulation, medical opaque practices, and war and conflict is impossible to count."

Wen Zhaolin turned to look at him.

"Lin Jibai, do you think these people have a choice?"

Lin Jibai remained silent.

Wen Zhaolin did not press for answers, and his tone remained calm.

"You've seen the horror of fate being written by the heavens. I've also seen the consequences of fate being completely left to humanity's own hands."

"When I was a child, my mother died from a very ordinary drug approval delay. It wasn't that there was no medicine, or no money; it was due to procedural issues, vested interests, buck-passing, and failure to report data. Everyone made just a small mistake, and in the end, she died."

Lin Jibai raised his eyes.

This was the first time he had heard Zhao Lin talk about his personal past.

Wen Zhaolin continued, "Later, when I worked as a celestial balancer, I discovered that the vast majority of disasters in the world were not because there were no answers, but because humanity was unable to implement those answers."

"So you want to find a system to perform these tasks for humans?"

"It's not 'substitute,'" Wen Zhaolin corrected, "it's 'calibrate.'"

The data wall behind him displayed a structural diagram of Mount Buzhou.

"The old Heavenly Court was guilty. It overstepped its authority, purged variables, and treated people as objects to be archived. I do not deny that."

"But Mount Buzhou itself is not a sin. Nor is order a sin."

"The fact that a knife has killed people does not mean that humanity should abandon the scalpel."

Lin Jibai frowned.

He hated his wavering at that moment.

Because what Wen Zhaolin said was not empty talk.

The data is right there.

The world is indeed riddled with holes.

While delivering food, he saw an elderly person die alone in a rented room, saw a patient's family kneeling in front of the hospital payment window, and saw a shady employment agency swindle migrant workers until they only had an ID card that they could never return to.

Chaos is not a concept.

The chaos smelled of blood.

Wen Zhaolin walked up to him.

"Your sister was taken in by the Moon Palace because the old system identified her as the South Heavenly Gate key container. I can help you save her."

Lin Jibai's eyes flickered.

"condition?"

"Participate in the Earth-Moon Ladder Project to help me restart the controllable Buzhou Mountain."

"Controllable?"

"The interface is controlled by modern humans, the execution framework is provided by Tianheng, and the old system is supervised by the Adaptors."

Lin Jibai laughed: "It sounds like you've already placed yourself in the position of the Heavenly Court."

Wen Zhaolin was not angry.

"If no one stands there, the position will be taken by something even worse."

"for example?"

Wen Zhaolin raised his hand and pulled up a previously archived video.

The footage shows the last three seconds of the live stream mishap on the far side of the moon, which were not made public.

Beyond the broken mountain, through the gap in the South Heavenly Gate, rows of faceless figures looked up.

They opened at the same time.

"Disorder has broken down in the world."

"Request to regain control."

Lin Jibai felt a chill run down his spine.

Wen Zhaolin said in a low voice, "Lin Jibai, I am not your enemy. The real enemy is those inhuman old authorities behind the door."

"And I will reclaim order before humanity still has the right to negotiate."

These words were like a nail, driven into Lin Jibai's mind.

He did not immediately refute.

He simply asked, "Did my father believe in this stuff back then?"

Wen Zhaolin remained silent for a long time.

"Yes."

"Then why did he betray us?"

Wen Zhaolin looked at the broken pillar deep within the data wall.

"Because he later realized that I had underestimated the old system."

"But I think he overestimated humanity."

The observation deck suddenly shook.

The alarm went off.

"The synchronization rate of the Houyi sequence has exceeded 60%."

"Nine Days of Fragmentation Response".

"Warning: Lu Chen Gong is awakening."

For the first time, Wen Zhaolin's eyes sharpened.

"Lin Jibai, training is over early."

"Your first real test is here."