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Wan Qi took out a small paper package, showed it to everyone, and said, "Some people say that mystics are a bunch of lunatics, a bunch of lunatics who can't distinguish between reality and illusion. That's bullshit! Mystics or humans, we all come from the masses. If mystics are all lunatics, then there isn't a single normal person in the world!"

"But! Even if the whole world thinks that way, we'll still use the most sober attitude to mock the world, give those self-righteous idiots the middle finger, and tell them, screw you! I'm at least more human than you racist trash!"

"So, my fellow countrymen, don't numb yourselves with drugs, don't deceive yourselves with illusions. As long as human civilization hasn't perished, mystics will never disappear. We are part of this civilization. I have the right, and even more so, the right to stand tall and face tomorrow, to confront my true self. Everyone has a life worth celebrating, just like now!"

The bone guitar sounded again, its passionate notes filling the air, as Wan Qi was tuning it.

Ether Magic O Tuning O Rational Fantasy

The effect of this magic is to repair mental damage and guide the patient's brain to repair itself in a positive way. This effect is used in the magical world to treat patients with brain injuries or brain diseases. In the hands of a tuner, tuning has such a magical effect, and different music is the corresponding medium for exerting its effect.

Therefore, the music system in the magical world is quite vast, and the variety of genres is so numerous that it is truly dazzling.

It's not surprising that Wan Qi found someone on drugs at the rock concert that Xing Di had arranged. This is related to the historical background of rock and roll. However, without the right ideology and the leadership of pioneering teams, the movement turned into a large-scale surrender that swept the entire Western world. It was a self-destructive form of resistance, similar to the operation of "to make the big shots regret it, all of us poor people will collectively commit suicide".

It's not fair to blame young people back then for doing this. If you open a history book and study it carefully, you'll find that young people in Europe and America at that time had no choice but to go to Luoyang with their swords and complain to the upper echelons of the country. At least this way they could make themselves feel better. In reality, there are very few people who can "cause two deaths in a moment of anger." It's unrealistic to expect ordinary people to just complain to their leaders when they're frustrated.

But Wan Qi didn't want any addicts to appear in Si Chen's team; some things had to be nipped in the bud.

They must quit drugs! If they can't quit on their own, we'll help them quit! If they still can't quit, then they should get as far away as possible. Si Chen's team can accept mediocre people, lazy people, and even some bad people, but absolutely no useless or fake people!

Perhaps this world, washed away by the "torrential rain," is yearning for a re-tuning.

Section 76: Star Brocade's Ecstasy, Apple No. 2

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From any perspective, this was a very successful rock concert.

But the gentlemen at the St. Love Foundation headquarters don't think so.

"He's seducing our young people!"

"I'll arrange for someone to go over there and record all the people who went to Sichen Tower."

"That's right, some things must be nipped in the bud."

"Stop it, all of you!" Constantine stood up with an icy expression, sending a chill down the spines of all the foundation's top officials present.

This vice president rarely shows such an expression, but every time he does, it means that something has crossed the foundation's red line.

"Those young people were just there to join in the fun, what, are you trying to push them all to the opposite side?"

Well, none of the people present were fools. They were just in a "do something" mindset, which led to a bad move, or rather, they were quite sensitive about the issue of internal division within the foundation.

But they would absolutely not dare to restrict or demand anything of Wanqi.

What if someone dislikes you and performs medieval bloodletting on you on the spot, and unfortunately you die from 3.5 liters of blood loss in one day? (Fun fact: Washington bled 3.5 liters of blood in one day to treat a sore throat, and then met the real Founding Father Louis XVI) Would the foundation really risk their lives for you?

We can only declare that you have dedicated yourself to the medical profession —_一.

"Perhaps we should make some adjustments to our policies. After all, young people like freedom, and being too strict with them will make them rebellious."

Ms. Z's proposal would have been unimaginable in the past. It's tantamount to asking the Human Party to loosen its grip on mystics, which conflicts with the Foundation's philosophy of managing and containing... cough cough, managing and guiding mystics. It certainly wouldn't pass.

Just like the Rainstorm Reform Act, which had been rejected before it was passed this time.

But times have changed. Other mystics have another option, and this option is right here in the Sichen Building at the Foundation's headquarters, where the two sides are practically locked in a long-running rivalry.

If this place doesn't want me, there's always somewhere else that will. If nowhere wants me, then Sichen's Office!

Young people are prone to impulsiveness, especially young mystics. If the Foundation handles this issue poorly, it is entirely possible that all the young mystics at headquarters could rush to join Sichen Tower overnight.

Who will be the headquarters then?

What if Sichen Tower becomes the side with the most people and the most power? What if those young people grit their teeth, stomp their feet, and prepare a dragon robe for Wan Qi on the spot? Do you think he'll ascend the throne then? Or will he ascend the throne?

In any case, most of the people in the conference room did not think they could resist such a temptation.

The reality is that a second voice has emerged within the foundation, a King who attributes all power to himself.

Yes, circumstances are beyond our control. In the past, the Foundation was in a dominant position, and occultists could only choose one of two options. But now a third-party force has emerged. Unless the Foundation headquarters moves immediately, each occultist will face two opportunities to choose one of two options.

Don't give me that Sichen Tower doesn't have any resources right now and is affiliated with the foundation. If Wan Qi really tries to take it, I'll ask you if anyone here can stop him.

Even if someone could stop him, so what? He would just start fighting on the spot. After a battle, the foundation's headquarters was reduced to a wasteland. In the end, the foundation was the one who lost.

A chess player is not afraid of the chess pieces, but he is absolutely afraid of another chess player who is "strong enough to uproot mountains and whose spirit can cover the world".

Emperor Jing of Han: "Are you calling me?"

"Times have changed, and we must adapt to the new changes."

Constantine's words implied that the Human Party currently has no power to stop the impact of Vanchi's actions, and the mystics at headquarters are gradually gathering around him. Compromise is the only option right now; we shouldn't force them to engage in direct combat with us, or we will only suffer a more crushing defeat.

Because once a mystic goes mad, it's better for both sides to lose than for one to win; they don't care about the consequences at all.

There's a deeper meaning here: the Human Party also needs reform. This is another objective of Constantine's, which seems like a helpless situation but is actually very beneficial to the Human Party.

Some people have been in high positions for too long, and have become detached from reality, no longer concerned with worldly affairs. They truly believe that ordinary people can completely suppress mystics and make these powers their slaves.

If that were the case, the Reincarnation Hand wouldn't have appeared, nor would it have caused such a massive flood, forcing the Foundation to dilute its destructive power by transforming the flood into torrential rain.

All indications suggest that relying on one side to overpower the other is simply unrealistic and will only result in a more severe backlash after the oppression. Similar issues have been brewing within the foundation, but on the surface, things appear calm.

In places like the First Line of Defense Academy, where students' thoughts and education are controlled through various means from a young age, and where mystics are trained to become members of the Foundation, so many children want to rebel. In the adult world, such people will only increase.

Moreover, the opposite of control is rampage. Once the brainwashing education is reversed, the number of students the foundation has trained will increase by the number of even more fanatical enemies in the future.

Constantine had been paying attention to similar things before, but she felt that they could still be suppressed. She herself was the kind of politician who was off the ground, until Wan Qi slapped her a few times, directly shattering the foundation of the entire foundation.

If we don't reform, then we'll just have to wait for a revolution.

Constantine came to his senses quickly; otherwise, how could he have become the vice president? But others might not have been able to.

There are always people who are overly concerned with the meager resources they have, believing that the world of the free market is better. But when the real free market arrives, they are whipped into a spinning top by Hakimi's big hand in no time, and then they start shouting and questioning the whole world.

Some people are spoiled by the foundation system and think that the world should operate this way.

Eagles that can soar through the sky cannot be raised in birdcages; it's time for the fools in greenhouses to face reality.

In the dormitory at the foundation headquarters, Marcus hummed a folk tune from his hometown as he walked towards his room.

However, as she hummed, her tune turned into the melody from the rock concert, a song played by Wan Qi on guitar. As a multilingual prodigy, Marcus naturally understood every song Wan Qi sang, and the atmosphere at the scene made her, unusually, actively overcome her social anxiety. Although it was temporary, the experience was really great.

In short, she is in a good mood now.

Then, at the dormitory entrance, Marcus ran into his mentor, Ms. Hoffman.

"What are you doing here at this hour?"

Marcus was surprised, and then, like a child who didn't know what he had done wrong but felt like he had done something wrong, he looked timidly at his mentor.

Ms. Hoffman's expression was serious, but after a moment she became discouraged.

“Marcus…”

"yes! "

The little girl instantly stood at attention, dropping her book box to the ground, and then there was a flurry of activity.

“I understand, young people prefer to be with other young people, but the situation at Sichen Tower… is rather complicated. If something unexpected happens, I won’t be able to look after you…”

As Ms. Hoffman got to this point, she scratched her head with a troubled expression.

Frankly speaking, she had no interest in, nor did she want her students to get involved in, such messy things. But wherever there are people, there are conflicts, interests, and contradictions. The relationship between Si Chen's team and the Saint Love Foundation is currently in a rather delicate state, and no one knows when the scales will suddenly tip.

Those people certainly couldn't do anything to Wan Qi and Si Chen's team, but with the mentality of "if I can't beat Wan Qi, I can't mess with my own people," they could still make things difficult for those who seemed easy to bully.

Marcus is so young and has such a gentle personality, she is really worried that her student will suffer, especially such unnecessary suffering, which makes her grit her teeth more and more.

Originally, Ms. Hoffman thought that becoming an investigator at headquarters would reduce the amount of trouble she was dealing with because things outside were too upsetting. However, trouble came to her even though she didn't seek it out.

It still got through, GBP=（'。'*）)) Sigh, I'm so tired.

Demanding that Marcus not go could temporarily solve the problem, but that would indirectly increase the girl's curiosity. Don't be fooled by the fact that this student usually seems gentle; once she makes up her mind, even Astro Boy couldn't pull her back.

Thinking about it this way, Marcus's personality is quite similar to mine.

"Yes, I'm sorry to have worried you. I will be more careful."

Marcus replied in a low voice that she did indeed like the atmosphere at Sichen Tower, but it would be a shame if it caused trouble for her mentor.

Ms. Hoffman couldn't hide the disappointment on her student's face. She sighed inwardly, then forced a smile and said to Marcus, "I have some good news. You'll be going on a field mission with me."

Marcus: "!!!"

"Go back and prepare."

"Okay...okay! Thank you!"

"It's getting late, get some rest."

"Yes, see you tomorrow, Ms. Hoffman."

"See you tomorrow."

After Marcus entered the dormitory, Ms. Hoffman turned around and started walking back.

Originally, she planned to recommend Marcus to the Sichen Squad, which was in charge of Ms. Z, but now it seemed that sending Marcus there would be like jumping into a fire pit. Let the big shots play their political games; she and Marcus had neither the interest nor the power to get involved in that vortex.

Taking her away from headquarters at this time was a good choice, at least Vienna in 1913 was not so dangerous.

Sichen Building

"That was fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! Wanqi, your performance was absolutely perfect! Ever thought about forming a rock band with me? You'd definitely become the greatest guitarist of the 20th century!"

Despite Xingdi's enthusiastic invitation, Wan Qi simply smiled the whole way, and then the two arrived at Si Chen's office.

As soon as Xingdi entered the room and saw Virtue, she sensed that something was wrong.

"Star Anchor, I hope you are prepared for what happened today."

There was no anger on Virtue's face, but it was precisely this lack of anger that gave Xingxin a sense of calm before the storm.

"This...that...wasn't it quite a success? It attracted so many people. You see, the reputation of Si Chen's team will greatly increase, and our team will grow stronger, right, Wan Qi? Wan Qi? Wan Qi!"

With the clear sound of the door locking, Xingdi discovered that Wanqi had locked the office door and was standing there.

"Traitor!" Captain Stargazer felt a devastating betrayal.

"Don't forget, I've always been on Si Chen's side, right, Virtin?"

Wan Qi winked his right eye at Virtin.

I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but it seems like I saw Virtin respond to Wan Qi in the same way.

Wait, am I part of your pair too!?

"Xingdi, your application to purchase Apple II will be rejected due to your reckless actions this time."

As Si Chen pronounced his sentence, Xing Di let out a painful cry.

"What?! Apple II's funding application has been rejected! No—!!!!"

Xingpu instantly lost the strength to support his body and slowly sat down on the ground, his whole body drooping like a wilted eggplant.

“Do you have anything to say in your defense?” Veldine asked.

"Is there any hope of successfully defending myself?" Xingdi's voice trembled with tears.

Then Virtue shook his head very "ruthlessly".

"Oh my God, what have I done!" Xingdi wailed.

"How about I give you an Apple II in a different way, Xingdi?"

Wan Qi's voice instantly revived Xing Jin. He immediately stood up, used a mystical technique to briefly levitate, and then put his arm around Wan Qi's neck, saying, "You truly are a good brother! Tell me quickly, what's the method?"

"How about you take out a loan for a ship from me?"

"Hey~ Seriously? You big shot have the nerve to let a poor girl like me take out a loan from you? Were your ancestors Jewish?"

"What? That's incredibly vulgar!" Wan Qi exclaimed, utterly dissatisfied.

"Huh? That's strange. You're from the 21st century, aren't you? World War II ended so long ago, how come there's still racial discrimination?"

Without wasting any words, Wan Qi directly handed Xing Pu a book he had bought in his hometown—"The Country Under the High Walls".

"If after reading this you still feel sorry for their wisdom that has been despised by the whole world for more than two thousand years, I'll take your surname."

"Huh?" Xingdi accepted the book Wan Qi gave him with a bewildered look, and then immediately returned his attention to the reconstruction work of Apple II.

Is a loan absolutely necessary?

"The ship I'm giving you is one of the most unique ships in the entire world."