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

"Are they crazy?"

Lin Xiaoman stared at the screen filled with "I am willing to submit," her face turning deathly pale.

No one answered.

Because everyone knows that those people aren't necessarily crazy.

Some people genuinely believe in a higher order.

Some people are pawns arranged by the remnants of Tianheng.

Some people are simply driven by fear, believing that kneeling down will give them a safer position.

That's the most troublesome part.

The North Heavenly Gate is not afraid of human resistance.

It is most adept at using ropes that humans themselves have given them.

Qin Lan quickly gave the order: "Trace the source and distinguish between bot accounts, organizational nodes, and real individuals."

The technician's fingers flew across the keyboard.

"The sources are diverse, including remnants of Tianheng's internal network, anonymous forums, several overseas deep space research communities, and civilian panic groups."

Lu Chenggong sneered: "The human world is quite lively."

Xu Wangshu stared at the submitters.

She didn't simply say "all invalid".

Because if we do that, it's tantamount to the Joint Office deciding for everyone who can express their opinions. That's also the logic the old Heavenly Court preferred.

But she also couldn't let these volunteer contributors become the interface to Beitianmen.

This is the most difficult part of life.

Freedom does not mean that all requests must be granted.

Freedom also includes preventing someone from selling everyone together.

"Establish a three-tiered decision-making system," she said.

Qin Lan looked at her.

"explain."

"The first level is effective personal expression."

"The second level indicates that the permissions are invalid."

"The third layer involves actions that require submission to the deep space interface, which must undergo public risk review."

Qin Lan nodded.

"Can."

Xu Wangshu incorporated these three layers of rules into the Testimony Network.

Any individual can express their own will.

No individual may submit sovereignty, coordinates, sparks, or Gonggong variables on behalf of humanity.

Voluntary submissions must not bypass public risk review.

Following this response, Beitianmen experienced another calculation delay.

Because it is accustomed to handling two states.

Obey, or refuse.

Humanity offers a third option: You can speak, but you can't sign on behalf of everyone.

Lu Chenggong looked at the screen and suddenly said in a low voice, "This is much more troublesome than fighting."

Xu Wangshu did not look up.

"That's why the old Heavenly Court hated the human world."

Complex, inefficient, noisy, and contradictory.

But precisely because of this, the human world is not easily taken away by an interface.

The remnants of Tianheng were clearly unwilling to accept this.

Soon, they released a "list of voluntary contributors".

The list includes hundreds of names, identities, and organizations. Some are former employees of Tianheng, some are commercial aerospace professionals, and some are just ordinary netizens.

They are trying to use the list to prove that there is a segment of people within the human community who are willing to accept the verification by Beitianmen.

Beitianmen immediately captured the list.

[Group will detected.]

[Should we create a branch interface?]

Qin Lan's face darkened.

"We can't let it be built."

Xu Wangshu looked at the list and suddenly said, "There's a problem with the list itself."

"What's the problem?"

"Too neat."

She enlarged the list.

The submission format was almost identical for everyone: name, identity, reason for submission, and scope of authorization.

It's like we filled out the same form before.

Lin Xiaoman also went over to take a look.

"They don't seem like people who are afraid."

"Like someone who's been organized," Xu Wangshu said.

Qin Lan immediately instructed the technical team to trace the source.

The results came out quickly.

The list template comes from the remaining internal servers of Tianheng.

Some of the so-called "voluntary submitters" never even logged into the submission interface; their information was filled out on their behalf.

Xu Wangshu directly made the evidence public.

[The list of voluntary submitters contains templates that mislead and allow others to fill in the forms on your behalf.]

[The collective will is invalid.]

In the bullet-screen public channel, many of the people listed finally realized what was happening.

Some people angrily spoke out: I did not authorize it.

Some people say they just clicked "Learn More".

Others admitted to being afraid but did not agree to submit their family and city data.

The list began to backfire.

The determination of the North Heavenly Gate will change accordingly.

[Pollution from collective will.]

Branch interface creation failed.

Lu Chengong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shouldn't things calm down now?"

Xu Wangshu, however, did not relax.

Because she saw the patrolman pause and then begin reading those who were truly willing.

Not many.

But it exists.

One of the names caused Wen Zhaolin's expression to change slightly.

[The sound is clear and melodious.]

Qin Lan asked, "Who?"

Wen Zhaolin's voice lowered.

"My sister."

On the screen, Wen Qingyue's submission request lit up.

I am willing to accept the review by Beitianmen on behalf of the former board of directors of Tianheng.

Wen Zhaolin closed his eyes briefly.

"She has taken over the board of directors."

Xu Wangshu's heart sank.

The new representative of Tianheng has finally stepped into the spotlight.