Sir! Don't close the net!

“That’s because I was too young to understand back then. Things are different now,” Ashley said, putting her hand down and standing in front of the study door, showing no intention of going in.

Tipole paused for a moment, then turned his face away, speaking softly as if in murmur, "The people of Millennium Capital have driven everyone out, including tourists from other countries. Now, the Wasteland is truly infamous, and Arkham University..."

The news of the closure has probably reached the ears of every country by now.

"If nothing is done, the wasteland will truly perish. Countless people will be displaced in the wasteland. Those who grow up in the wasteland will only fall to the very bottom of the social ladder when they go to other countries, and it may take many years for their situation to change. This time, the wasteland's royal family and nobility have completely lost their popularity."

"What awaits the wasteland inhabitants... is an incredibly dark future."

"Therefore, no matter what, we must avoid such a future, no matter the cost."

Ashley looked at Tipor silently, without even changing her expression. Tipor couldn't help but glance at her sideways. "My daughter, don't you have anything to say?"

“What should I say?” Ashley sighed.

“For example, your affair with Dante,” Tipor spun his chair, put the book back on the shelf, and gently placed his hands on the armrests of the chair. “I don’t intend to interfere in your affairs, ha… I was going to say something, but since you’ve already slapped Romeo and Juliet in my face, I don’t dare to say anything.”

Ashley pursed her lips, her fingers clenching slightly. "I can't..."

“You’re not a child anymore. You have your own thoughts, and I don’t intend to force you to change them. It’s precisely because I hope you can become that kind of person that I’m raising you this way,” Tipor let out a long sigh. “Tomorrow, no matter what happens, don’t leave your room. I won’t lock you in, so please…”

Ashley neither refused nor agreed; she simply turned around quietly and closed the study door behind her.

As the study door was closed behind him, Tibor slumped down, raising his hand to his forehead.

Outside the study, Ashley leaned against the wall and slowly moved forward, softly reciting the story of Romeo and Juliet.

"A flame rose from the ashes; if we were not meant to know each other, why did we meet?"

“Then I will obey you. If you call me, I will be baptized again and renamed. From now on I will no longer be called Romeo.”

In a daze, Ashley recalled the scene when she first met Dante. It was also a dark night, and the disheveled young man crawled out of the bushes, awkwardly staring at the rebellious runaway girl.

“Mr. Dante, I… I lied.”

Ashley paused, reached for the doorknob, and turned it. Inside, Annie tilted her head in surprise. "Ashley...Miss? Is something the matter? I remember you weren't..."

“We’ve finished talking. I just gave you a couple of instructions,” Ashley rubbed her face vigorously, put her hands on her hips, and gestured toward the window. “There were a lot of people suddenly showing up, and they told me not to wander around like before. Or rather, they told me not to leave the room.”

"A lot of people suddenly came...?"

Annie paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly. "Yes, a lot of people will be here soon."

Ashley opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, then closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently swinging her legs. "Miss Anne, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

“Arrangements? What arrangements could there be? Didn’t your father tell you not to run around? Of course I’m staying here to chat with you,” Annie blinked, her tone quite relaxed.

In fact, Anne really feels relaxed now.

The people in the capital, Millennium, started popping champagne, and the merchants in the chalk circle made arrangements for those who had been kicked out. Now Tipole is telling Ashley not to go out tomorrow. What does this mean?

Tomorrow, the revolution in the Jurassic and Cretaceous will begin. Without the Cult of Steam and Steel, it will likely be a series of rapid changes. Meanwhile, the residents of the capital, Millennium, have been quite cooperative in driving everyone else out, minimizing the casualties in the wasteland.

Anne, lost in her daydreams about the future, didn't notice Ashley's complicated and somber gaze.

“Miss Anne, Mr. Dante... will be alright, right?”

Anne was taken aback, tilted her head, and then waved her hand. "It's alright, it's alright. Mr. Dante will be fine. He's the son of the Mafia Godfather, and his only son. Norman wouldn't really kill Dante."

"Because, no matter how hard Mr. Dante tries, he can't change what's going to happen, he can't even make a splash. Since he can't even make a splash, the Mafia godfather naturally won't kill his own son for no reason."

"But even so, Mr. Dante will go and guard the gate, let anyone else go, even if he can only guard one gate, because... he is a hero of justice."

Ashley sat quite upright, her hands folded on her thighs, smiling gently as if she were telling her best friend about her husband's helplessness and bravado.

Annie, who hadn't expected Ashley to say that, froze on the spot. She raised her hands and gestured for a while before scratching her face. "Mr. Dante, he probably really will do that... right?"

Anne wasn't very confident. Although Dante had been persuaded by them to stop the Jurassic Circle from waging war, he had been avoiding the issue until now. It had only been a few days, and Dante's resolve couldn't possibly be as strong as Ashley described.

Dante definitely wants to be with Ashley. He will figure out the inevitable revolution that no one can change.

“He will definitely do it, because it was I who called out to him, and he…”

Ashley Fall

I looked down.

It wasn't out of a young girl's fantasy about a romantic story, but rather out of fear of reality and a desire to escape.

Are you the righteous hero who has come to help me?

【Yes】

Dante opened his eyes, looked at himself in the mirror, paused for a while, then raised his hand to touch his chest. The thickness of the letter made him feel incredibly at ease.

Dante exhaled softly, his gaze falling on the dagger glowing with a green light on the cabinet beside him. After a moment of contemplation, he pulled the dagger out.

Chapter 154 [God] The Civilized Soil It Requires

Why does God never descend upon us?

Because God has never cared about us?

This is impossible.

We felt the voice of God, the gaze of God, the presence of God. We, so insignificant, would never have been able to perceive these things without God's instruction.

If God requires us to do something and we fail to do it, we will face God's abandonment, just like humanity did in the past.

It is foolish to speculate about God.

So, what can we, so insignificant as we are, do for God?

To expand the world and transform it into a civilized land where [God] is willing to descend.

They need to know what the world of God is like.

Then go and seek the footprints of God, the offspring of God.

Since they are the offspring of God, even if they have long forgotten all their mission, the offspring of God will instinctively seek out the soil that God needs, and their every move will inadvertently reveal the habits of God.

A desolate wasteland devoid of any temples or traces of civilization, a place where one can start anew.

However, that's not enough. They realized it far too late. The role of the offspring of God is diminishing, and there's no longer enough time for them to slowly experiment.

God certainly needs servants, but they cannot offer servants who need to be educated by God.

Transform the social environment and induce morphological changes.

The necessary elements for a civilization to be established by the arrival of God have been gathered.

What remains is a fusion, and a lie that can conceal all the elements.

The priest flicked his finger, and the still-burning cigarette butt landed on the [language algorithm].

“Normally, you would have been hanged,” Yuri stepped out from behind a pillar and glanced at the priest’s attire. “What triggered you to become a priest and confess your sins in Theresa Prison, Walter?”

“Excitement? No, no, no, in Harry’s words, it was divine revelation, but divine revelation is not accurate. I was spying,” Walter, dressed in priest’s robes, pulled a conch shell from his pocket and shook it. “I also obtained…something quite important information.”

“Quite important information?” Yuri raised an eyebrow. “You’re only telling me now?”

“No, no, no, this is very insignificant, important information,” Walter held up a finger and waved it from side to side. “Don’t worry, the result will not be wrong in the slightest.”

Yuri didn't relax; in fact, he became more wary. "So, according to you, unexpected mistakes will occur during the process?"

"Life is unpredictable, especially the human heart."

Yuri's face turned cold, and he turned to deal with the unpredictable matter Walter mentioned. Walter tilted his head and said, "That unexpected error is the ingredient we lack, and it is also a gift that the King in Yellow has given us."

Yuri paused, turned his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, paced back and forth a few times, then frowned and raised his head as if he had a headache from overthinking. "I hope so..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

For the first time in a long time, Carly had a beautiful dream, but what woke her up was a less-than-ideal reality.

The moment Carly opened her eyes, she saw Nemo's seemingly humble but actually arrogant smile. Before Carly was fully conscious, she felt the whole world begin to shake, and a jumble of sounds flooded her mind.

That was cheers.

"Carly! Carly! Carly!"

"Our guide!"

"Thank you for bringing us freedom and equality!"

Carly stood up, rubbing her forehead and shaking it vigorously. "What happened?"

“What else could it be but cheers and celebrations?” Nemo stepped aside and raised his hand. “Miss Carly, you should give this matter a perfect ending.”

Carly stared at Nemo for a while, then expressionlessly strode away from the cabin. For some reason, Carly felt that the sunlight was a bit too bright today, and everything in front of her became somewhat blurry, but Carly didn't care. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight and walked to the front door.

A dense crowd of homeless men were excitedly looking in his direction. In the center of the procession was a makeshift, roofless carriage. Of course, a group of homeless men without homes could not possibly have a carriage, so many thin ropes were held in the hands of homeless men who were stronger than the others.

Carly immediately understood what Nemo meant.

If the previous marches were for protest, then this march is for declaring victory.

Despite having achieved a hard-won victory, they lacked any sense of shame and instead swaggered around trying to show off, just like royalty.

Carly rolled her eyes slightly, and amidst the cheers of the homeless, she boarded the dilapidated carriage. She mechanically waved and smiled at the others while glancing around at her surroundings.

The homeless people surrounding the area probably thought they were well hidden, but they overlooked the fact that the view from above was much better than they imagined.

The homeless men had guns, and quite a few of them, so Nemo clearly kept his promise and provided the homeless men who came seeking help with... fairly reliable assistance.

As the cheering procession moved forward, Carly noticed something unusual. The Self-Defense Forces, who had been so intimidating yesterday, were nowhere to be seen, and there were more residents of the San Die Quan neighborhood on the road, staring at her with rather dangerous eyes.

But none of this mattered to Carly. Everything in her field of vision was pushed into the distance by meaningless white, and the chaotic cheers gradually faded away. She was like a message in a bottle adrift in a lonely ocean, not knowing where she would drift or when she would break.

In any case, it's all a meaningless world.

Just then, a familiar voice rang in her ears, and everything was brought back to the present moment.

"Carly! Carly!"

Carly looked over blankly. At the edge of the line of homeless people, Shirley was anxiously pushing her way towards her while waving, probably to let the residents of the Triple Circle clearly see their victory. The line of homeless people was long but not very wide, with only three or four homeless people on each side of the carriage. With Shirley calling her name, Shirley quickly squeezed onto the carriage.

"Carly! Lorne is missing! He hasn't come back yet! Did he come to your place last night?!"

Carly paused, a glimmer of light appearing in her empty eyes. She turned to face Sherry. "What happened?"

Shirley opened her mouth but then turned her face away unwillingly. "We had a fight, and Lorne ran away in a huff. I thought he would come back the next day after he understood."

Amid the cheers of the vagrants, Shirley gripped the edge of the carriage tightly.

"But he didn't come back, just like you."

Carly was stunned, as if something had exploded in her head. She subconsciously reached out to take Sherry's hand, but before her fingers could touch Sherry's hand, Sherry suddenly raised her hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled hard. Carly, who hadn't reacted in time, felt her body float and fall off the carriage.