Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Lai Gushi's consciousness was instantly detached from and escaped from this valuable body at a speed that transcended the rules of physics!

In the end, he didn't even dare to leave Bai Mo an "empty shell" to vent his anger on!

(Lai Gushi: Children, Bai Mo has no sportsmanship! He attacked! He attacked me, an old senior who has worked for the world for countless Amber Ages! (╥_╥)byd He didn't even let me finish my opening remarks!)

"Tsk!" Bai Mo's violent attack missed its mark and slammed hard into the ground where Lai Gu Shi's body had disappeared.

The hard rock instantly turned into dust, forming a huge crater.

The immense recoil, combined with the strain on his body from the previous explosive burst, caused his left arm to tremble violently.

The newly scabbed wound instantly burst open, and fresh, hot, bright red blood gushed out again from beneath the dark red scab, dripping heavily onto the center of the crater.

Blood seeped rapidly into the charred rocks, as if announcing an unfinished hunt.

Just then, a semi-transparent projection without any energy fluctuations appeared faintly in the distance.

It was still Lai Gushi's face, but the voice had lost its previous "liveliness," leaving only a cold, pre-set statement:

“What a brilliant speech… Kamerslana.” The projected voice was completely flat.

"But...those who deceive the people will be punished, and those who break their oaths will be tortured. The wheels of history never stop turning because of individual lamentations. I'm really curious..."

The projected "gaze" seemed to fall on Bai Mo, "How can you save this world that will eventually be completely swallowed up by the endless black tide?"

Your struggle is nothing more than a slightly jarring note in a symphony of destruction.

Bai Mo flicked the blood off his left hand, letting the blood drip from his fingertips, staining the rocks beneath his feet red.

He raised his head, a chilling smile curving his lips, his eyes sharp as knives, staring directly at the illusory projection, his voice carrying undisguised provocation:

"I'm also very curious, after permanently losing 60% of my special privileges, losing the ultimate agreement of Onpharos, and... deeply experiencing my 'specialness',"

"Do you still dare to let your consciousness step into Onpharos again?"

Or have you, this ancient being, stooped so low that you only dare to hide in a safe corner and play these pre-recorded, cowardly last words?

However, the projection ignored Bai Mo's provocation and simply played the pre-set final chapter on its own, coldly.

Chapter 82 Lao Gu Shi: Have I become a source of amusement for some higher-dimensional beings?

"You can't save it. The destruction of this world is already a foregone conclusion, the end of entropy increase, and an irreversible destiny."

Even if you steal the authority of the "law" and grasp that seemingly supreme power..."

The projected voice even carried a hint of formulaic pity: "You cannot change that final outcome. The Black Tide will devour everything and reconstruct everything."

You, along with everything you cherish, will ultimately become nourishment for the birth of a new world. Struggle, Kamerslana, await the embrace of destruction in despair.

Bai Mo's brows furrowed tightly. So cowardly? He didn't even dare attach a shred of his consciousness to the projection in real-time?

It has completely turned into a one-way, self-talking recording?

At this moment, outside Onpharos

Lai Gushi felt that a part of his core was indeed somewhat "similar".

The feeling was like a masterpiece that had been painstakingly crafted over countless years, with immeasurable resources invested, and was on the verge of completion, only to be shattered precisely by a brick falling from the sky at the very last moment!

The Iron Tomb! That creation envisioned to destroy the supreme god! The experiment is already 99% complete! Just one step away! Dawn is in sight!

Why did such a... sinister variable have to appear at this crucial juncture?

Kamerslana! The name was burning like a hot iron in his mind at that moment.

Now look what's happened! More than half of his core administrator privileges have been permanently frozen by that damned "ultimate protocol"!

He's like an ordinary user who's been kicked out of his own supercomputer's administrator account, and even added to the highest-level blacklist!

Onphalus's ultimate agreement has also been lost by himself!

Now, let alone intervene, he doesn't even dare to let his consciousness projection enter Onfaros to "take a look"!

Although he knew he couldn't possibly die inside Onphalus, who knew what the criteria were for determining his ability? What if he were sentenced to death just for impersonating Louis XVI?

Could it be that I... have become a source of amusement for some higher-dimensional beings? A clown trying to please them?

A surge of emotion, a mixture of overwhelming anger, immense frustration, and a hint of... fear that even he himself was unwilling to acknowledge, churned within the core of his ancient consciousness.

"Enough..." After a long silence, a sigh that seemed to come from the end of time echoed in the void. The voice was filled with a violent force that had been forcibly suppressed and a kind of cold-blooded decisiveness.

"Kamerslana, do you want to play the savior? Do you want to ignite that insignificant flame of hope?" Lai Gushi's consciousness fluctuated as he issued the final command.

"Then so be it, let this play... come to an abrupt end."

"Re-creation process, execute the final stage instructions. Black Tide spread rate...maximize!"

"Let the Black Tide...come even more fiercely! Devour this generation of Onfaros as quickly as possible!" The chilling command tolled like a death knell.

"After all..." A final trace of "consolation" flashed through Lai Gushi's mind, as if he were trying to convince himself to accept this embarrassing loss-cutting.

"Isn't it said that... a complete reboot can solve 99% of system problems?"

"This time, let me... format it completely!"

As Bai Mo, with the still slowly bleeding wound on his left hand, walked steadily but with an undeniable weariness down the last section of stone steps of Dawn Cloud Cliff...

A pink figure, like a cherry blossom swept up by the wind, exuding an air of anxiety, suddenly darted out from the shadow of the nearby rocks!

"Xiao Bai Mo—!" Xi Lian's voice was filled with obvious anxiety, and her eyes, which were always full of smiles, were now filled with fear and heartache.

She practically pounced on him, grabbing Bai Mo's injured left hand tightly with both of her own without a word, her movements so urgent they were almost clumsy.

"You! How could you be so impulsive! No matter how much you want to prove you're not a Golden Descendant, you can't... you can't hurt yourself like this!... Feng Jin! Feng Jin, come quick!"

As Xi Lian spoke, she anxiously turned around to look for her companions, her pink hair flying wildly in the wind.

Bai Mo's heart felt like an ice lake tossed with a pebble, suddenly rippling with a warm sensation.

He stopped and glanced at the figures that had gathered behind Xi Lian:

Bai E, calm and composed as a mountain, with a furrowed brow;

Wan Di, arms crossed, his eyes filled with a complex yet unconcealed worry;

Summoned by Xi Lian, she quickly stepped forward, holding a wisp of gentle, healing light in her hand;

Xia Die stood quietly, her eyes filled with silent support;

And three little ones, their faces full of nervousness, squeezed at the back of the crowd;

And there was also Ms. Aglaia, with her elegant demeanor, who now also showed concern...

Their gazes, like invisible threads, entwined around him.

This profound warmth gave him a sense of... the feeling of the Elegant Secret Pavilion.

But in the end, Bai Mo still somewhat awkwardly pulled his left hand, which was still slightly bleeding and tightly gripped by Xi Lian, gently from those warm and soft palms.

At the same time, he slightly turned his body to avoid Feng Jin's outstretched healing hand, which was glowing with a faint green light.

He forced a smile and said in a seemingly relaxed manner.

“Sister Xilian, I just used this hand at the Citizens' Assembly to prove that I will not side with you Golden Descendants gentlemen…”

"So all the Golden Clan members are here to bandage me up now?"

He paused, then said, "I don't want people to gossip about me so soon."

Xi Lian's hand froze in mid-air, and Feng Jin's movements also stopped.

The air around them seemed to freeze for a moment, and the concern in their eyes deepened, mixed with a touch of heartache and helplessness.

Bai Mo felt an invisible pressure under the silent yet heavy gazes of everyone.

He took a deep breath, turned his gaze to Aglaia in the crowd, nodded slightly, and spoke in a low, clear voice:

“Ms. Aglaia, the Senate… those remnants of the old era are still awaiting their final fate. Time is of the essence, I… must go first.”

Before he finished speaking, he resolutely turned around, strode towards the magnificent and cold gates of the Senate.

He didn't turn around again, but his back was straight, as if he could clearly feel those gazes still clinging to his back, carrying warmth and weight, like a silent sigh, and like a silent support.

"I'm sorry... everyone..." This whisper was so soft that only he could hear it, and it disappeared in the wind that swept across the cliff.

Heavy footsteps echoed on the wide stone steps leading to the main hall of the Senate.

A somber atmosphere began to permeate the air. Bai Mo composed himself and prepared to proceed with the next political purge.

However, just as he was about to step onto the last step and reach out to push open the enormous door that symbolized the core of power—

Chapter 83 Bai Mo: Losers have to work until they die!

A sudden, inopportune, and abrupt flash of light caught his eye.

It comes from the cold, ancient stone handrail next to it.

On that rough and cold stone surface, a small metal coin was spinning around.

Like a mischievous little sprite, it spun around, constantly capturing and refracting the light projected from the distant "Dawn Machine," drawing his attention.

It was a cat coin.

Beside it, a roll of pristine white gauze, neatly folded, and a small bottle of ointment with a simple label and a faint, cool medicinal scent lay quietly.

Their placement is just right, so they won't be easily blown away by the wind, yet they're also positioned so that passersby can see them at a glance.

A very soft, yet incredibly genuine chuckle escaped involuntarily from Bai Mo's tightly pursed lips.

That smile was like the first warm current breaking through the ice in early spring, instantly melting the frost in his eyes and the heavy frown between his brows.

A bittersweet feeling, both warm and indescribable, welled up inside me.

He walked over without hesitation. He reached out his right hand, carefully picked up the cat coin that had stopped spinning, then picked up the roll of gauze and ointment, and walked to the shadow of a huge pillar nearby.

When Bai Mo finally pushed open the heavy door of the Senate and stepped into the huge hall filled with power struggles and historical dust, his left palm was already neatly wrapped with a clean white gauze.

Bai Mo looked down at the group of terrified, ugly remnants called elders.

He looked around, and no one dared to meet his gaze. "Since we all share the same goal—the stability of the Holy City and the greatness of Ohmah—from this moment on, we must 'work together' to overcome these difficult times."

He paused, his smile deepening, but devoid of warmth.

"Ms. Aglaia has worked tirelessly for the Holy City for many years and is exhausted. As the new elder, I feel a great responsibility."

Therefore, I have decided that, effective immediately, all matters concerning the daily administration of the Senate, trivial matters concerning people's livelihoods, and even budget reviews, personnel scheduling, dispute arbitration, etc., that do not affect the major decisions of the Holy City shall be handled by the Senate.

Everything was personally handled by the elders present, with Ms. Aglaia overseeing the process.

Upon hearing this, the elders' faces instantly turned from deathly pale to ashen.

"Personally...doing it all himself?" a fat elder exclaimed, having never even used his own quill pen in his entire life.

“That’s right.” Bai Mo nodded, his tone matter-of-fact. “The Holy City is going through a turbulent time. The lingering effects of Kayneth’s poison haven’t been cleared, the problems of the Golden Descendants are still unresolved, and external threats are looming large. At such a critical time, how can we entrust the task to others?”

Only with the personal involvement of the elders can we ensure the smooth implementation of policies and prevent any possible delays or corruption.

He took two steps forward and placed the sword that had beheaded Katniss and pierced the Senate the previous night on the table.

“I know you are used to giving orders, to fine wine and food, and to discussing philosophy in the garden. But times have changed.”

His voice suddenly turned cold: "Starting at dawn tomorrow, the Senate will implement a new working system."

He held up one finger, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"First, abolish all positions of attendant, secretary, and clerk for elders."

The drafting, copying, distribution, and archiving of all documents were completed by the elders themselves.

Each document must be personally signed by the senior member in charge and accompanied by a detailed report of the processing procedure.

I will establish a dedicated 'efficiency monitoring team,' and anyone responsible for any illegible, illogical, or delayed documents will be held strictly accountable.

Several elderly veterans are already teetering on the brink of collapse. Are they really expected to handle mountains of case files and write them by hand?

"Second, working hours will be adjusted to 5 a.m. to 11 p.m. every day."

All banquets, hunting trips, theatrical performances, and other entertainment activities have been cancelled.

The Senate chamber serves as your office and... temporary residence.

No one may leave without my personal permission.

Bai Mo's gaze swept over the faces that were used to partying every night, and he saw the light in their eyes instantly extinguished.