I write obituaries for the gods

"Am I some kind of reincarnated deity?" Lin Chen asked bluntly.

“You are still you, but you don’t remember who you are,” the mayor said softly.

Oh no, the riddle teller is here...

Looking at the mayor in front of him with a half-smile, Lin Chen didn't speak, but waited for him to speak.

As everyone knows, the best way to deal with a riddle teller is to listen to him finish speaking!

“Let me introduce myself. You can call me Buendía,” the mayor said. “And as you know, besides being the mayor of Rain City, I am also the leader of the Secret Party.”

"What is the full name of this secret society?" Lin Chen wanted to find out its nature.

Mayor Buendía stared into Lin Chen's eyes for a long while before speaking softly:

Macondo.

Macondo... Lin Chen immediately thought of the town in "One Hundred Years of Solitude".

It was a small town ravaged by a hurricane; its history was forgotten by the world and no one remembered it anymore.

The Macondo Secret Party... A secret party forgotten by history?

Or vice versa...

“We are the guardians of history,” Mayor Buendía said softly. “Just as you see in the city of the puddles, the Secret Party is a mirror, recording human history, guarding human history, and ensuring that it continues properly.”

"You mean, someone is harming our history?" Lin Chen frowned.

“A demigod,” Mayor Buendía replied simply and decisively.

“But demigods… didn’t they only appear more than twenty years ago?” Lin Chen said softly.

"Is that so?" Mayor Buendía crossed his arms.

No?

Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly as he quickly thought through the situation.

From a general perspective, the origin of demigods is the extraterrestrial meteorite that landed in Rain Town; they are visitors from the outside world.

Through the "Artificial God" project, Lin Chen has been able to confirm that most demigods at the gamma level and below are merely poorly made copies.

But besides those replicas, there are also those like Professor Jürgen who, through accidental fusion with creations of the warp, became demigods.

If the only condition for the birth of an Alpha-level demigod is "an unexpected fusion of a chosen being with a warp-created being," then...

Lin Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

He suddenly had a very bold conjecture...

"Norse mythology, Greek mythology, Buddhism, Christianity, Hinduism..." Lin Chen murmured softly, "Are the gods in those places all 'demigods'?"

Mayor Buendía nodded slightly.

“The history of the birth of demigods is as long as the history of mankind’s rebellion against the gods,” said Mayor Buendía. “Demigods are always trying to define history and decorate the scale of time as their kingdom.”

"They have many methods: religion, poetry, and art. In legends, they are depicted as a supreme god race. Bards write songs for them, and artists create sculptures based on them to maintain the rule of the divine authority."

"The Secret Party has had many names in history. We have been wiped out countless times, but we will always be reborn from the masses at some point in time, because we are Mars."

"We ensure that human history can be preserved."

Hearing this, Lin Chen nodded and said:

"So, the demigods of today are just trying to control history in a different way."

Mayor Buendía nodded slightly:

"They changed the means of controlling the masses from religion to social media, to the internet, and to entertainment packaging."

"The idol worship of celebrities is just like the belief of ancient believers in gods; what drives them is the same thing."

"But...why Rain Town?" Lin Chen looked up. "Is there anything special about this place?"

Mayor Buendía gently shook his head:

"You'll have to figure that out for yourself. We can't talk about it too much, or Laplace's demon will find us."

Laplace's Demon... a demon that calculates and knows everything?

Is this a riddle-like metaphor, or does this thing really exist?

"Give me a hint, okay?" Lin Chen spread his hands.

Mayor Buendía looked at Hua Molan, who then looked at Lin Chen:

“Rain Town, the original inhabitants of Rain Town know some of its history.”

The native inhabitants of Rain Town... Lin Chen recalled that bronze mask.

“I’ve heard they’re extremely xenophobic,” Lin Chen said. “Is there any way to get in touch with them?”

“We can give it a try. We’ll send someone to do it later.” Hua Molan nodded.

The bureau chief seems much more obedient here... Lin Chen pondered, then looked at Mayor Buendía across the table.

"There's one more thing. You put 'Mirage City' in the Bureau of Investigation's lobby, didn't you?"

Mayor Buendía nodded:

"Yes."

"What is it?" Lin Chen asked.

This time, even Hua Molan became focused—the director of the Abnormal Investigation Bureau was clearly unaware of Lin Chen's true abilities; the Secret Party had not told her about it.

This is enough to reveal the extent of its secrecy.

Director Buendía stared at Lin Chen once again, his gaze carrying a penetrating quality, like a well-used blunt knife, honed by the long passage of time to possess a quality more insightful than sharpness.

“In the short term, you can think of the ‘city of mirages’ as a reflection of our history in subspace,” said Mayor Buendía. “You witness history with your own eyes, again and again.”

"In the short term?" Lin Chen frowned. "You mean..."

“This theorem is not true in all cases,” Mayor Buendía said. “As for what cases… you’ll eventually find out.”

......

Chapter 8: You're using this to test your cadres? (Second and Third Updates)

From the look in Mayor Buendía's eyes, Lin Chen could tell that asking him for more information was pointless.

Regardless of whether the "Laplace's Demon" he mentioned was actually watching this place, he had no intention of providing any more information.

However, after this conversation, Lin Chen gained a deeper understanding of the hidden secrets of this world.

“Welcome back to the Secret Service, ghost,” said Mayor Buendía. “I think you’ve lost this.”

He took out a small goldfish pendant and handed it to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen took the goldfish pendant and examined it closely: the pendant was exquisite, the goldfish was lifelike, and the dark blue gemstones inlaid on the goldfish gave it a luxurious feel.

"What if I don't want to join?" Lin Chen wanted to try his luck.

Mayor Buendía pushed a box over:

"This is a superalloy axe, an upgraded version of the experimental weapon you used before. The factor disintegration device has been upgraded."

"In addition, we have customized a 'Godslayer Mode' for it. When you chop the axe into the body of a demigod and press the button on the axe, a violent blue pollution will surge out instantly, causing blue energy damage comparable to the Whale's Roar Bomb."

Lin Chen took the box, opened it, and glanced at the silver and gold axe.

Testing cadres with just one weapon? Is it really that easy?

Seemingly sensing Lin Chen's thoughts, Mayor Buendía pushed another card over:

"This is a black gold card from Yudu Bank. It can be used to pay the municipal government directly, with a monthly limit of 500,000 yuan."

"How much?" Lin Chen looked up.

You'll use this test...

This can't hold up.

Lin Chen picked up the black gold card and solemnly put it into his pocket.

This is something that can't be criticized; it shows genuine sincerity.

"So what is the price?" he asked Mayor Buendía.

If the price is for Lin Chen to become a dog of the Secret Party and do a lot of things against his conscience for them, then Lin Chen would definitely not be willing.

Mayor Buendía shook his head:

"Keep going in your direction. As long as you keep moving forward, the Secret Society will always exist."

After saying this, Mayor Buendía waved his hand, and Hua Molan stood up:

"Let's go, Lin Chen."

Lin Chen also stood up and picked up Liti from the corner of the room.

Before leaving, he noticed that the mayor had once again entered that deep sleep state.

After walking out of the room with the bureau chief, Lin Chen said softly:

"I never imagined that you, Director, were a member of this organization."

“I’m relatively young, so I don’t know much,” Hua Molan said. “The members of the Secret Party don’t share information that much, since there are many things that can’t be said.”

"Is it because of Laplace's demon?" Lin Chen glanced at Hua Molan's profile. "Can't I even say it out loud?"

“Don’t forget, emotions can accumulate in the subspace, and words are the carriers of emotions,” Hua Molan said. “Alright, let’s go.”

When they went down to the first floor, the green-haired girl was sitting in the porch waiting.

Seeing Hua Molan and Lin Chen descend, she stood up and jumped over with a faint smile.

"It's over? Little Green Onion?" The girl looked at Hua Molan and smiled. "I'm coming to your house for dinner today, okay?"

Looking at the green-haired girl, Lin Chen suddenly understood why he had such a strong sense of déjà vu with her.

She looks very much like Director Hua Molan.

Could this be the bureau chief's daughter?

Wait... the daughter calls her mother "Little Green Onion"?

"Are you coming today too?" Hua Molan seemed a little reluctant. "There are outsiders here."

"What outsider? We're all members of the Secret Service, how can you call us outsiders?"

The green-haired girl glanced at Lin Chen and stared at him for a long time.

"Oh, you didn't recognize me?" the green-haired girl suddenly realized.

"Recognize...you?" Lin Chen was completely stunned.

Do I have to recognize you just because we've met before?

The green-haired girl smiled, made a gesture of drawing a sword from behind her back, and then made a slashing motion.

This action... coupled with his identity as a member of the Secret Service...

"You are... Black Sword?" Lin Chen was dumbfounded.

“Yes.” The green-haired girl gently put her hands on her hips.

Lin Chen stared at the girl, who was no more than 1.5 meters tall, for a long time before finally rubbing his eyes.

"no?"

“Yes!” The green-haired girl laughed. “I’ll talk more after I come out. That armor will confine me in a relatively shallow subspace, enhancing my sense of spatial coordinates, so I’ll usually talk less and don’t have much of a personality.”

"This is really...unexpected."

Lin Chen glanced at the petite green-haired girl, then at Hua Molan:

"Excuse me for asking... what is the relationship between the two of you? No offense intended, I just think you look very alike."

Sisters? Or is this little one really Hua Molan's daughter, just a bit headstrong and disrespectful?

Under Lin Chen's gaze, Hua Molan covered her face and sighed, while Hei Jian gently grabbed one of her hands and raised it.

"I'm Director Hua's mother!" The green-haired girl smiled brightly.

Lin Chen: ......?