What’s wrong with the dream world!

Xu Yuanjie's majestic and arrogant voice rang out in Fu Yaohui's ears and deep in his heart:

"You have pledged allegiance to me, so everything you have, including your dignity, belongs to me."

"If I didn't ask you to kneel, you don't need to kneel."

"This is true even when meeting other pillars, even when meeting so-called permanent directors."

Fu Yaohui straightened his back, but still did not look up. He no longer had the courage to look directly at Xu Yuanjie.

He just suddenly had a premonition.

Perhaps, the Federation's suns no longer only have six...

At this moment, Xu Yuanjie suddenly raised her head and looked towards the corner of the sky, as if someone was peeping at her there.

She showed an arrogant smile and said something that made Fu Yaohui terrified when he thought about it, but also made his blood boil.

"Do you think I'm right, Prophet?"

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In a quiet place that seems isolated from the rest of the world, there is a small pavilion shrouded in clouds and mist.

Inside the pavilion, a man wearing a simple yellow robe, his face covered by a layer of mist, unable to reveal his specific features, was playing chess with an old man wearing a Tang suit, with neatly combed hair and a rosy and healthy complexion.

The old man is naturally one of the permanent members of the Federation, the [Prophet], currently a transcendent in the field of "omniscience", and the leader of the [Lighthouse of the Future], a semi-official organization composed of those with the fate of the omniscience field in the Federation.

The person playing chess with him is the [Saint], who is also one of the permanent members of the Federation. He is currently the transcendent in the field of "rules" and the founder of the [Everyone's Morality Committee], a semi-official force of the Federation.

On the stone table in the pavilion, the chessboard is crisscrossed with black and white pieces, as if a silent battle is in full swing.

But upon closer inspection, one finds that there is no order and it is a mess.

There is a kind of beauty in mixing Go and Renju, and the winning rules of Renju are constantly changing.

"Oh my god, I'm so scared!"

The sound of reading without any emotion.

The Prophet's movements were exaggerated, as if he was frightened, but his arms stretched forward with a clear purpose, and he suddenly rushed towards the chessboard!

The Silence of the Lambs: Chapter 143: The Saint

"Don't make trouble."

A voice was heard in the pavilion, which could not be distinguished from gender, age or young age, and there was no detectable emotional fluctuation.

"Your acting is terrible, and you should have known it was useless."

At this moment, the [Prophet], who had half of his body lying on the chessboard, seemed to have touched an invisible restraint and was being pulled by an invisible force, unable to continue moving.

Just like an NPC whose program has been designed, disrupting the chessboard seems to have become his untouchable underlying code.

Seeing that his trickery was futile, the [Prophet] reluctantly sat back in his chair and muttered:

"Alas, you're obviously the worst chess player among the six of us, but I just can't beat you..."

"That's because you cheated and used your own abilities."

The Saint, dressed in a simple yellow robe, sat motionless, his face completely obscured by the mist, so that no expression could be seen. It was even impossible to confirm whether the indescribable and strange voice came from his mouth or was transmitted directly to others through his thoughts.

"And since you broke the rules of the game first, don't blame me for changing the rules of winning the game."

"Actually, I didn't set the rule directly to 'White wins within three moves'. This is already my tolerance for you, a fellow with almost no chess ethics."

It sounds like some kind of cheating, but the Prophet understands that this is not just a verbal rule of the game.

He could clearly feel that every time the faceless man in front of him made a move, the rules of the chessboard would change, just like self-evident common sense, naturally forming in his mind,

He himself is unable to do anything that violates the rules, and his consciousness also changes the premise of victory.

But this is not a distortion of the mind, but a distortion of reality.

[The Sage] casually put down the white chess piece in his hand.

[The Prophet] sighed and slowly put down the black chess piece in his hand.

The game remained chaotic and disorderly, with no clear plan; the conditions for victory changed with every move, jumping from Go to Gobang, and from Gobang to Liubang...

But the two people playing chess seemed to have the same chess game in their minds. Amidst the chaotic rules, they would raise their hands to make a move as the other person made a move, going back and forth continuously.

The [Sage] does what he wants without breaking the rules, because the rules of victory on the chessboard change with his thoughts; the [Prophet] reacts as quickly as if he had memorized a chess manual, because he has already reviewed the game countless times in the ever-changing future.

But in the end, after losing more than a dozen pieces in succession, the [Prophet] sighed and admitted defeat.

"I don't want to play anymore, I don't want to play anymore, I give up."

He stopped and although his expression showed some reluctance and regret, he didn't seem to be very persistent.

The Sage seemed accustomed to this situation. He placed his hands on the chessboard, took the initiative to collect the chess pieces, and said seriously:

"If you stop cheating and play chess seriously, you will definitely be able to beat me."

"After all, memorizing and abiding by the rules of reality is already taxing my mind, so I don't have much energy to delve into the rules of some small games on the chessboard and avoid confusing them."

[The Saint] spoke in a gentle tone, but his words seemed to reveal some horrifying truth.

The Prophet smiled, his weathered face looking somewhat cunning.

"Perhaps, I can only see part of your future right now, and the part about you being able to win without cheating is exactly what I've overlooked."

"Your recent extension of the 'saint' paradox in the 'secret' realm is indeed quite good. You are almost out of my sight!"

The tone was still emotionless, or even exaggerated and fake.

"loquacious."

Even though he could not tell the truth from the words of the white-haired old man in front of him, the [Saint] did not take the [Prophet's] words seriously because of his understanding of him and his trust in his ability.

"Who can you fool with that tone?"

And this is indeed the case.

"Haha, so this is just a joke between old friends. There are some people I wouldn't dare lie to... If I did, I might not have a future."

The [Prophet] said cheerfully, and seemed to agree with the [Saint]'s statement. At present, the [Saint's] movements were still within his sight.

Then, he changed the subject and said in a light tone:

"Our Federation Commander, the pillar you hated the most is dead. He was dealt with by your second most hated pillar."

"The Warmonger is dead? Killed by the Ruler?"

The Saint was not surprised.

"Hmm... that's not quite accurate. It should be said that he's in a state no different from his 'weapons' and is currently under the control of the [Dominator]."

At this point, the [Prophet] seemed to think of something interesting and laughed.

"And just now, this was the seventy-sixth time the Ruler had provoked me. Although I now know she has no way of knowing for sure whether I was spying on her, to be honest, I was genuinely startled the first time..."

"I don't care if you're intimidated by her bravado."

The [Sage], who had already cleared the chessboard, interrupted the [Prophet].

Although I still couldn't see his specific expression or hear his specific tone, the Saint did say with a hint of disgust:

"You've already spoken so many good words for her in front of the other five permanent members. I wonder how you managed to convince the other four not to pursue the Ruler's overstepping of boundaries this time."

"But I've already discovered her spies within the Renren Morality Committee... This is unacceptable... In the past, I could tolerate her skirting the rules just like I tolerated Liu Liangrui...

"But this time she was different. Her radical and reckless behavior was enough for me to take action."

Inside the pavilion, an ominous aura, an indescribable strange mist, emanated from the slightly fluctuating [Saint] wearing a yellow robe.

The mist stained the cloud in the sky, and that cloud henceforth lay prostrate on the earth;

The mist distorted the bright sunlight, and everything in the world seemed to lose its color and turn pale;

When a sage gets angry, everything falls into disorder.

Just when this thin mist seemed to want to be stained with something else, a white-haired old man wearing a Taoist robe, with long eyebrows and a long beard, who looked like an immortal, came riding a crane.

He, who had also lost his color, sighed and waved the whisk in his hand. In an instant, everything regained its color.

"Your Excellency, please be mindful of your emotions. Your Excellency, the Prophet, please also be mindful of yourself and do not deliberately provoke Your Excellency, the Saint."

"My 'fairyland' cannot accommodate two great Buddhas like you."

[Immortal]'s tone was full of helplessness. As the vice president of the Everyone's Morality Committee, he felt that his life was really difficult sometimes.

"Feel sorry."

"Definitely next time."

The [Saint] apologized sincerely, while the [Prophet] sincerely deceived people by avoiding the question.

The [Immortal] seemed to have gotten used to it. After resolving the unusual changes in his own fairyland, he simply shook his head and rode away on the white crane whose color had been restored, without disturbing the conversation between the two permanent directors.

After this incident, the Sage seemed to be losing his composure, but he still stood by his previous opinion:

"You have a broader vision than anyone else, so you should understand better than anyone that her provocation was never a bluff, but a signal for war!"

"This ambitious young man is eager to demonstrate his power and seize all authority. He even attempts to turn us into puppets... This is no longer just a pillar of support. We must strike hard!"

"The Federation is not a Federation of the six of us, but it is a Federation created by the six of us working together. It must not fall into the hands of a power-mad man."

The [Prophet] listened quietly to the words of the [Saint], with a smile on his face, as if he had already planned how to convince the [Saint].

After the Saint finished speaking, he continued calmly:

"Do you believe me?"

The fog trembled.

Looking at the sincere expression of his old friend opposite him, the [Saint], whose face was obscured by the fog, still could not see any expression and could not grasp any emotion.

A muffled voice came from behind the fog.

"Do you think she would have grown that big if I hadn't trusted you enough?"

"But the reason I allowed her to grow up before was largely because I could protect you. And at that time, she really didn't show any inappropriate behavior. She was just a person who seemed to be gifted, overly mature, and had a natural personality that was naturally different from ordinary people..."

"Having a different mindset than the average person isn't a problem, because you and I are not much different. This is an inevitable flaw for those born with a strong destiny. You've had an aging mind since birth, and it took me a long time to stabilize my existence."

"It's not a problem if you're ambitious and want to replace us. After all, when the Federation was first established, the six of us agreed that although we created the Federation, we don't necessarily need to control it forever."

"But there's one thing about the Ruler that I absolutely cannot tolerate. Not only does she want to seize the Federation we created together and reach the pinnacle of power, she also wants to turn the billions of people in the Federation into her own personal wealth... including us!"

"[Prophet], I don't care what future you see in her, but now she has broken the rules, and without rules, there is no order."

"I can tolerate her unfulfilled ambitions, but I cannot tolerate the evil deeds she is about to commit, which are obvious to anyone with a discerning eye."

"I didn't intend to kill her, but at least I wanted to make her understand that her behavior had crossed the line of being a human being, and that violating the rules would come at a price and require punishment!"

The Silence of the Lambs: Chapter 144 I, the Prophet, will bear the infamy!

"You feel that the Ruler has had things go too smoothly and lacks the necessary respect for certain things and rules, so you want to teach her a lesson... but how? Kill her right now?"

"That's better than doing nothing. If I didn't just know that the warmongerer would remain inactive even without the war, I would destroy him myself."

"I must remind you that you are not ordinary transcendents. The Federation cannot afford the collision of two suns."

"A short pain is worse than a long one. Since the disease is already terminal, the cost of surgery is inevitable."

"The [Crowd] has been persuaded by me, the [Gatekeeper] doesn't like to go out, the [Reincarnators] are disappearing regularly, and you won't bother the [Sailor]... You can only go alone."

"So in your eyes, will I win?"

"Hard to say."

"I thought you would tell me directly that I would lose, to warn me not to go, but you said something so ambiguous..."

The Saint stood up, his face obscured by the mist, and looked towards the other side, gazing into the distance, his sight seemingly outside the 'fairyland'.

He turned around and said in an unfathomable tone:

"I'm cleaning your ass, old friend."

"You allowed a cancer to grow, and you attempted to feed an insatiable power monster."

"And now, for the future of the Federation, and to ensure that the rules we originally set are not trampled upon, I must deal with her."