People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

However, this plan also encountered an unexpected turn of events. The Deep Blue Tree suffered brain death for unknown reasons, and the super behemoth split into four, giving birth to four "Primordial Ones." The "Primordial Ones" then spawned countless sea offspring, forming a system called the "Great Swarm."

Their existence, along with the demons, has become one of Terra's [crises].

However, this crisis is actually viewed from the perspective of Terra's existing civilization, or rather, from the perspective of Terra's human civilization represented by Ernst.

If we turn back time to the beginning, then the marine creatures in the ocean are, in a sense, the creatures that should have existed in the ocean, the masters of the ocean.

On the contrary, the existence of the Agor people is actually not reasonable.

"The people in charge of the survival plan have an agreement with each other that the plans are independent of each other and do not interfere with each other, nor can they forcibly plunder the resources of others, unless someone can ensure that their own plan has a success rate of more than 50 percent."

The doctor said slowly.

Ernst knew what he meant by that.

He was reminding Ernst why there was a species called the Agorians in the sea.

There should never be Originium in the ocean! According to the initial division of the survival plan, it should have been the development ground for Luo's Deep Blue Tree! The only life forms that should exist there, capable of forming a civilization, are the [Large Group] derived from the Deep Blue Tree!

Even if there were animals other than large groups, they shouldn't have grown into "human-like" forms without the influence of Originium. This human-like appearance is essentially the result of information released from within the Originium. None of the Azure Trees or the Sea Heirs resemble humans, proving that Lo never intended to build a "human-like biological ark"!

The Agor people's bodies are actually not suited to living in the deep ocean, but for some reason they came to the deep ocean and "accidentally" picked up countless gifts from the ancient civilization, thus establishing the Agor civilization in the deep ocean!

Ancient civilizations left behind so many relics, many on land, but which of these relics doesn't require a threshold for use? On land, there's the Black Crown platform of "Civilization's Survival" acting as an intermediary, helping the Sarkaz master the methods of using a number of relics. But what lies in the ocean?

为什么他们2能幸运到捡到9那么4多的先史0文明4遗产，3又在这些危5险的遗6产毁4灭他们之前，完成了对遗产的解析和应用，并发展出了一个领先陆地如此之远的超级海洋文明？

Once is a coincidence, twice is luck, and three times is being chosen by God, but Agor's development history can't continue the whole way with "I am the chosen one, and the only one," can it?

The last one thought he could stay like this forever, but now he's being whipped like a spinning top!

Ultimately, this civilization, deeply influenced by Originium and developed as ghouls, named Agor, unexpectedly became the biggest obstacle on the path of evolution for the Sealings and the Blue Tree! It completely stalled the progress of the Raiser Project!

This is nothing short of plundering resources from other programs.

Who did this?

First, exclude Ernst, who has already been eliminated.

Ernst looked at the doctor.

There aren't many candidates, only two.

Coupled with the doubts surrounding the previous problems with the "Heaven's Pivot" project, this is enough to lead to a terrifying conclusion.

But Ernst even thought of something else.

Even the seemingly least likely successful "Preserver" project appears to have encountered unexpected setbacks.

Trevor Friston crashed twice over a long period of time due to data overflow in the emotion control module. It was these two crashes that led to the extinction of tens of thousands of ancient human beings preserved by the [Preserver] project.

Upon further examination, Trevor Friston stated that the sarcophagus itself was not damaged, but the consciousness of the people preserved inside had dissipated, leaving only a pile of living, breathing, rotting flesh. He himself could not explain this situation, only attributing it to the Observer's method of ruthless extermination.

After all, he himself didn't really think that the plan could be hidden from the eyes of the "Observer".

This would normally be considered a normal situation. However, what was abnormal was that when Ernst first met the [Preserver], the "debate" he initiated, as one of the leaders of the Lu Tang Prehistoric Civilization Preservation Project, was easily invaded by Precys, as if Precys had left a backdoor all along.

Trevor Friston was completely unaware of this until Ernst told him about it after he came out. He even reprimanded Precys for it—"Since you knew I was still here, why did you never contact me or communicate with me? Instead, when I found the 'treasure' of reincarnation and was having a sacred 'debate' with him, you suddenly interrupted and stole my time?"

However, Trevor Friston didn't actually make things difficult for Precys because of this; he merely grumbled. Since the agreement stipulated "no interference with the plans of other responsible persons," Precys's lack of contact could be seen as non-interference—irrational, but reasonable.

However, Ernst should mention that this matter is also a point of doubt—not to mention that Precys awakened the dead [Preserver], just if Precys reminded Trevor Friston of some problems with his comrades in those sarcophagi when Trevor Friston was awake, would that mean that those tens of thousands of comrades could actually still have a chance to be saved?

This speculation, taken out of context, might seem too harsh on Precyth, but given the unforeseen circumstances surrounding the two previous survival plans, it does indeed appear to be full of doubts!

Ernst swallowed hard, wanting to utter the logically deduced answer, but before he could speak, the doctor put a finger to his lips, shook his head, and shushed him.

Ernst understood, but on the surface he nodded in awe to the doctor and gave him a thumbs up.

You're really something!

The doctor gave a wry smile.

He didn't want to understand these things, nor did he want to think in this direction.

If it were the person he used to be, if he were the "prophet," perhaps he would have subconsciously ruled out these possibilities?

After all, he wasn't the type to doubt his lover, even when her behavior was so "suspicious".

Thinking of this, the doctor's smile became even more bitter.

Amnesia made him forget everything, including the responsibilities he bore, the gray nails in his mind like steel stamps of thought, and his lover.

But it did give him an opportunity to re-examine his past from a third-person perspective, to reflect on details he hadn't noticed or didn't want to notice, and to re-evaluate the decisions he had made.

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"The Prophet" was his former code name.

He also looked up the meaning of this code in various languages ​​in the current Terra dictionary.

A wise man, a philosopher, a leader, someone who foresees everything, lays countless traps, and guides people onto the inevitable path.

A madman, a fool, a lunatic, a idiot, spouting nonsense, a fraudster who thinks he has stolen the authority of the gods.

Which one is he?

Was his initial choice and current situation actually a radical and unconventional arrangement made out of his own conscience to break free from constraints?

[Prophet], how far have you predicted all this time?

The doctor couldn't figure it out, just as he had when he gazed at the starry sky from the deck last night.

At this moment, all he felt was confusion.

A hand gently patted his shoulder, and Ernst's voice rang in his ear:

"Alright, stop looking so glum. Your hypothesis this time is bold, but also very valuable. Now, how about we take action together?"

"Shall we go to Sami to relax?"

The doctor stared blankly at the face of Ens's uncle—8)四钐叁另5中-转QuN:特.

At this moment, his face showed no trace of guilt for doubting his friend, nor any tension or heaviness as if he had discovered the "truth behind the scenes." Only his peaceful eyes, with a faint smile, conveyed a sense of reassurance to him.

There is an old Chinese saying: "Where there's a will, there's a way; where there's a will, there's a way."

"Don't let those seemingly grand but abstract future changes distract you from your current life. We're still alive, aren't we?"

The doctor opened his mouth, as if to say something, but after a long pause, all his emotions dissolved into a relieved smile:

Yes, we are all living life to the fullest.

Fortunately, he still has trustworthy friends by his side.

Chapter 1030 No matter what, believe first!

Lateran, World's Fair, closing ceremony.

“We’ve set a bad precedent, Mr. Ernst.”

Sitting in the front row of the audience, enjoying the classic symphony "War" composed by the Leitanians on stage, King Ivangelist XI adjusted his small round glasses, chuckled, and whispered a joke to Ernst.

"The last representative of the Rembitox Minerals Consortium also submitted his authorization to the World Summit yesterday. The countries have agreed to our demands without even a second round of negotiations."

"This shows that our price was still too low."

Ernst nodded.

"However, contentment brings happiness."

"But for those of us who came after them, it was a sad time for them."

King Ivangelista XI stroked his long beard, a sinister grin spreading across his kind face, which resembled Colonel Sanders.

"At the first World Expo, you announced the technology of the [Airship]. At the second World Expo, we announced the technology of the [Paradise Network]."

"One changed the war landscape of Terra, and the other changed the communication landscape of Terra. The threshold is set a bit too high. I wonder how much trouble our successor will have in the future."

He looked up, his face filled with a sorrowful and compassionate expression.

"Sigh, the purpose of what we do is not to become some insurmountable mountain that our predecessors couldn't reach. I hope that those who come after us can keep striving and eventually surpass us. After all, the future belongs to them, don't you agree, Ernst?"

Ernst glanced at him, nodded, then shook his head.

King Ivangelista XI was somewhat surprised:

"Not entirely agree?"

"Hmm. I think you're thinking a bit too far ahead."

Ernst shrugged.

"Perhaps the one who should be worrying about this isn't the newcomer at all?"

"If the World's Fair were held every year, Your Holiness the Pope, you yourself would be in for a major headache this time next year."

King Ivangelista XI paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening.

Hey, it seems that's really the case!

However, no, no, if you put it that way...

Ivangelista XI forced a smile and nudged Ernst with a mocking elbow.

"It's alright. With Mr. Ernst's help, I won't need to worry about it."

Ernst was such a good man, how could he let the World's Fair get stuck on such a hurdle?

King Ivangelista XI had absolute faith, complete faith, unwavering faith, that Ernst would surely find a way.

Besides, next year's World's Fair won't be held in Laterano anymore; it might return to Kjerag, or it might be on the territory of another country—who knows? The benefits Laterano received from hosting the World's Fair this year are undeniable: tourism brought in money, hosting brought fame, and [Paradise Network] reaped both fame and fortune, its international standing also improved. All the countries are watching with envy.

Perhaps next year, even more countries will actively compete for the hosting rights.

However, to Ivangelist XI's surprise, Ernst shook his head:

"Not necessarily. Your Holiness, your crown is eternal, but my power is not. I have to run for election next year."

King Ivangelista XI blinked, his immediate thought being:

"Go ahead and choose, who can beat you in choosing?"

Could you possibly lose the election and be forced to step down? Ivangelista XI would never believe that! He would rather believe that he was accidentally blown up by some unruly Sakota while walking down the street than believe that Ernst would step down.

Who has that ability? Are we relying on his good-for-nothing brother?

To be fair, when Ivangelista XI was learning about Ernst's family background, he actually already knew about Ensioudis.

In his opinion, Ensiodes was a "hero" in a way. Given his background, it was already quite remarkable that he could develop a desire for change, not to mention that the Karan Trade had actually made a name for itself.

But to say that he could beat Ernst would be a bit of a joke.

It's no exaggeration to say that Ivangelista XI could confidently declare:

"To defeat Ernst, the great god Jeragand of Shelag would have to personally take the microphone and run for election!"

But what a joke! Who in the world doesn't know that Jeragand and Ernst are in cahoots? Their relationship is inseparable, as close as can be.

King Ivangelista XI smiled symbolically and patted Ernst on the shoulder:

"That's alright. If Mr. Ernst steps down next year, he might as well travel around and see the world."

"You're still young. Besides all the backstabbing and scheming, there are also many beautiful landscapes, lovely ladies, and touching stories on this land. Take advantage of your youth and travel around. That way, you won't waste your youth."

King Ivangelista XI's words carried a hint of emotion.

One cannot simultaneously possess youth and the feeling of youth; when this topic is discussed, he also experiences a myriad of emotions.

Especially when facing Ernst. Putting aside his achievements, he was actually just a young man in his twenties. At his age, wouldn't he have just been an ordinary priest?

Over the past few decades, fate has been constantly piling up huge stones of pressure on him. He has withstood these stones and used them to build a high platform, eventually becoming the Lateran Pope who succeeded Ivangelista. Looking back, his life can actually be described as very exciting and fulfilling, with few regrets.

Therefore, Ivangelista XI always had an exceptionally peaceful state of mind. Among the leaders of this land, only he could show such a pure and unadulterated smile of joy.

But what about Ernst?

He's a bit too young.

This assessment was initially a denigration or disparagement of him, but now that he has proven himself, it is more of a regret.

His brother Enciodes pushed him onto this road, and he saw all the scenery along the way in the shortest time and at the most amazing speed, but in return, he was destined to miss a lot.

After all, what was that saying again?

Life is a wilderness, not a track.

King Ivangelist XI, unusually adopting the demeanor of an elder, made a promise to Ernst: