I am Jinshan Youxia

As one of the few extraterrestrial civilizations more like Earthlings, the Lizard People received considerable preferential treatment and were undoubtedly beneficiaries of such policies. They were very close to Earthlings and were among the first extraterrestrial civilizations to turn to humanity.

Even though they were once notorious exiled pirates, they still managed to ally with Earthlings by taking advantage of their lack of understanding of interstellar civilizations and their policy of being close to humanoid civilizations. They also managed to secure the right to be among the first to offer sacrifices, and thus gained the right to live on the moon and enter Earth during the sacrifice period.

Unfortunately, a leopard can't change its spots.

Jin sighed and chuckled self-deprecatingly. His mind was actually wandering to thoughts of the lizardmen's oddities and Earthlings' strange proverbs. Lately, he had really become too obsessed with Earth's civilization.

Matsui Keiichi's illusory figure quietly appeared behind Ku. As Jin's gaze shifted, the figure flickered continuously. No matter where his eyes were fixed, Matsui Keiichi appeared as if following him, yet he seemed oblivious.

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Above the mushroom city, in the floating church compound, is the council hall.

"As expected, the lizardmen have betrayed us."

Matsui Keiichi stood in the center, smiling, and said, "Are you all interested in the proposal to completely enslave the lizard people?"

He looked around at the seven people sitting around him, who were jokingly referred to as the church's decision-making seven. In reality, there was no official definition; they were simply the leaders of seven different factions within the church. They would gather together to hold meetings and vote when the entire church needed to work together.

Humans are such strange creatures, banding together in times of trouble and splitting apart in times of ease. Even though everyone knows that the Hellstar problem is still unresolved, since they can retreat, delay, and even destroy it temporarily, and have ample contingency plans, they don't need to worry about the Hellstar attack for at least several hundred years in the solar system. So, splitting apart is only natural.

Even the church, which symbolizes faith, was split into seven parts.

There are many different interpretations of the words of God, and disputes often arise. If God didn't actually live on Earth and be able to watch over everyone at all times, people would probably have been fighting each other to the death long ago.

To this day, Kei Matsui still suspects that his grand-disciple was instigated to do that.

But he had no evidence, nor could he possibly wage war against dozens of mind controllers of the same level as him. No mind controller would open their mind for others to examine. Other things like memories, images, and recollections could all be faked, but the traces of the mind were real and undeniable.

To find out the truth, he would have to dissect the minds of everyone with the motive and ability, which would be tantamount to starting a war.

At this crucial moment in the pact between man and God, no matter how crazy Matsui Keiichi is, he would never act now.

"objection."

"pass."

"Abstain".

"pass."

"pass."

"..."

After a few seconds of thought, a great deal of mental fluctuation and communication with the outside world, the plan to enslave the lizardmen was finally passed with four votes, two abstentions, and one dissenting vote.

Chapter 421 Proxima

In the Proxima Centauri system, only 4.24 light-years from Earth, a dozen giant mushrooms, just slightly smaller than planets, float quietly.

One after another, spaceships of various shapes and from different civilizations quietly underwent inspection. Every now and then, one would suddenly explode, the dazzling light, radiation, and randomly ejected particle streams quickly wiped away by the largest red mushroom with cold light after the explosion, as if they had never existed.

Earthlings, who rashly ventured into interstellar space and displayed strength that was disproportionate to their level of civilization, had no friends in the galaxy.

Aside from allies with ulterior motives, there are also enemies who attempt to invade the territory of Earthlings.

Many exiled civilizations that have been destroyed often have a large number of remnants remaining due to their overly dispersed power.

Just as humanity has split into countless factions in just a few decades, the Church holds fast to the solar system, the security forces guard the Proxima Centauri system, and other human factions tend to roam the star systems surrounding the solar system, at most a few thousand light-years away.

It's not that humans can only travel such a long distance, but that it's impossible to contact each other if the distance is too far, and if someone goes missing, they are assumed to be dead and enter the process of canceling their identity.

There has been no news for over ten years; either they have completely left Earth's human society, or they have died in the distant stars.

Even for Earthlings with the ability to traverse space, the universe is not their backyard.

The blazing star suddenly flickered, and several tiny figures emerged from it, traversing the vast expanse of space at breakneck speed, arriving above the red mushroom, and entering it following the guiding beam.

"Lord Furuhata," the security team member responsible for guarding the spatial phase mushroom bowed and said.

"Thank you for your hard work," Goro Furuhata nodded and walked into the transfer pod on his own. After adjusting it through the mental network, countless faintly glowing particles filled the transfer pod. The next second, in a flash, he arrived at the Third Tokyo City located on Proxima Centauri B.

The so-called spatial phase mushroom is actually a type of mushroom that can spatially transfer objects using microscopic particle beams.

He didn't understand the principle, but it was very convenient to use. Small space phase mushrooms could be moved within a planetary range, while large space phase mushrooms, which were as big as planets, were super weapons with a destructive power level of two in mushroom technology.

If there are enough symbiotic microorganisms inside, the maximum output can be enough to send the entire star system away.

By mastering the manipulation of microbial symbiotic relationships among microscopic particles, it is possible to ensure that no unnecessary molecules are sent out during micromanagement, and precision is absolutely not an issue.

The only downside is that when faced with randomly occurring quantum disorder fields in the universe, the spatial phase mushroom will directly shatter the transferred items, sending them piece by piece to various parts of the universe. The vast majority of these pieces are lost, and the largest known distance between two fragments is probably more than 10,000 light-years.

It's impossible to determine whether the others that are out of contact or unmeasurable are too far away or have disappeared forever.

Therefore, in most cases, the use of spatial phase mushrooms is usually within the observable range of the universe, generally not exceeding 0.375 light-years, with an accident rate of zero. In extreme cases, the probability of an accident within one light-year is about seven in ten thousand.

Such accurate calculations were achieved not only through extensive testing but also at the cost of the lives of many researchers.

Clearly, teleportation within the Proxima Centauri system is an extremely safe and fast route.

Goro Furuhata stepped out of the teleportation pod and arrived at an underground hall filled with teleportation pods.

"Lord Furuhata."

"Yo, Furuhata!"

Nearby, a long row of teleportation pods reserved for the security team saw people constantly going in and out, and he was often greeted by people.

The covenant between humans and gods has driven many Earthlings, especially those from the generation decades ago, to rush to Earth. Proxima Centauri, as the nearest star system, is an important transit point, so the security forces are naturally extremely busy. Don't assume that Earthlings won't cheat other Earthlings.

The bloody lessons of the past have taught Earthlings a profound lesson: fellow human beings are not worthy of complete trust, especially some white or black people who leave Earth, full of joy, to seek refuge with aliens, only to be sent back as undercover agents, their fate being nothing more than being sent to churches or laboratories.

Laboratories need personnel, and so do churches.

In the past, the church was a melting pot of all sorts of people, but now it has long become a stronghold for mind controllers. Keiichi Matsui set a good example.

This guy became famous for mind control and was called the strongest. Some people even shouted that he was the strongest human on Earth. Naturally, he attracted a large number of mind controllers to join him and gradually became the mainstream of the church.

It's become a stereotype now. When someone says they're from or a member of a church, many experts instinctively think of the three-piece set: mental shielding, sensory substitution, and physical anesthesia.

There's no way around it; mind controllers have gone from manipulating minds to interfering with the senses, and now they're even using their minds to overflow into reality and manipulate the body. It's just too unfair to fight them.

To put it simply, I might not be able to be killed by you, but if you accidentally get controlled by me, you'll suffer a fate worse than death.

Goro Furuhata also knew that Keiichi Matsui had recently developed techniques to manipulate a series of mysterious and esoteric things such as personality, subconsciousness, and cultural identity. These techniques allowed him to directly bypass the limitations of the senses, body, and mind, and forcibly manipulate the subconscious of strong individuals within the same culture.

He learned his lesson last year; during private discussions, many illogical ideas and decisions suddenly popped into his head.

Of course, he ultimately won. He abandoned thinking, his subconscious, and all ideas, and directly detonated the surrounding microscopic particles. As the strongest in terms of physical strength, swimming in the sun was not a problem for him. Thanks to his grandson's status in the laboratory, his body underwent multiple modifications through mushrooms and accelerated bacterial development, resulting in a much faster natural growth rate than the bacterial lord had anticipated.

He can withstand microscopic explosions, but Keiichi Matsui cannot.

However, this victory was achieved only when there was no way to escape. If it were a fight where any means were used to determine the winner, he felt that he probably wouldn't even be able to touch Matsui Keiichi.

[The annoying mind controller]

Goro Furuhata sighed. Mind controllers are the legendary experts in civil wars but novices in foreign wars. Once they encounter something without a mind, they struggle greatly. Mind interference with reality consumes too much energy. Among the hundreds of billions of people on Earth today, there are fewer than 10,000 monsters that can distort reality to create "desired reality" and are known as wish-granting machines.

Most others can only harm intelligent life forms, and they are also affected by devices and abilities that shield the mind.

Faced with the bizarre and unpredictable universe, mind controllers have too many limitations, yet they have become the mainstream choice for Earthlings to adopt microbial symbiosis.

Who doesn't like to show off their power among their own people?

[When I see the deity again, I must report this matter...]

Goro Furuhata shook his arm and walked out of the underground hall.

Chapter 422 'He'

The sky above Proxima Centauri B was as bright as ever.

This is mainly because the planets in the Proxima Centauri system are fixed in place and no longer rotate. After all, it has been the headquarters of the security forces for nearly twenty years, with many fortresses and giant mushrooms coming and going. If planets and stars were allowed to move freely according to gravity, it would increase the workload considerably, so they simply locked the gravity.

This resulted in one half of Proxima Centauri B's sky being perpetually daytime, while the other half was perpetually nighttime.

Actually, with the current state of mushroom technology, making adjustments wouldn't be difficult, but it would be too troublesome and expensive.

Transforming a planet is no small feat. Even just adjusting the light involves many aspects. In any case, the average physical condition of Earthlings doesn't really matter much about light, and sleep is something only babies need to worry about.

Infants cannot join the security force.

After emerging from the underground hall, Goro Furuhata slowly walked along the pedestrian street on the ground. Compared to the bustling atmosphere in the sky, the ground was very deserted. How many young people these days who can fly would be willing to spend time walking slowly on the ground?

The Third Tokyo City has a very spacious area and excellent landscaping, all of which he specifically requested. What a pity...

He wandered the empty streets, and the closer he got to the covenant between man and God, the more uneasy he felt.

Has he done enough over the past forty years?

What will the deity say when they meet again? Will he be disappointed in humanity?

"Tap~" Goro Furuhata stood at the entrance of the police station building, looked at the white sign written in Chinese characters, sighed silently, and took off into the building.

The high-ranking officers of the security team had been waiting for him for a long time.

"team leader."

"Lord Furuhata."

Goro Furuhata nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then assigned the tasks to be done during the tribute period one by one, resolving each problem in an orderly manner until the conference room was empty and all the projectors had left.

He sat alone in the chair, gazing at the first seat he had insisted on reserving for the deity, lost in thought for a long time.

"Knock knock~" The knocking sound rang out.

"Come in if you want," Goro Furuhata said coldly.

A woman in a tight-fitting suit pushed open the door and entered, speaking in the voice of Matsui Keiichi: "The Lizardmen's higher-ups are plotting something sinister. The Church's plan to 'liberate' all the Lizardmen has been approved."

"'Liberation'?" Goro Furuhata said sarcastically. "How many of the Lizardmen's high-ranking officials are actually themselves?"

Fifteen years ago, Keiichi Matsui discovered how to forcibly distort the minds of others with his own, shaping them into his own image, thereby turning others into himself, connecting their minds, and forming his own unique "mind network".

This is why, despite not being as talented as many rising stars, he still firmly holds the title of the number one expert.

It contains not only a large number of aliens, but also a considerable number of sinners sent to the church. 'He' or 'they' live quietly in human society, monitoring everything.

From the praying mantises to today's reptilian people, this is the sixth alien civilization to be quietly enslaved and turned into a servant race of Earthlings.

Goro Furuhata wasn't some saintly figure who would pity other civilizations; rather, he thought this approach was too extreme. Not all alien civilizations are evil or scheming. When conflicts arise and cannot be resolved, resorting to war is understandable.

Ironically, it all started with Keiichi Matsui stirring up trouble, arousing others' desires, setting a trap, and taking the initiative to swallow the alien civilization whole.