I write obituaries for the gods

He is not greedy for credit at all.

"Let's go, kids, it's time to head back," Jiang Zhengge said, handing over the demigod's corpse and returning to Lin Chen's side. "Tired?"

"I'm a little tired." Lin Chen felt a soreness in his neck.

He had barely rested throughout the fight and had projected his demigod power several times, so he was now completely exhausted.

However, after killing Bai Duozhi, Lin Chen absorbed a large amount of dark blue matter, which replenished his energy.

"Damn it, are you sure you'll be okay eating that stuff directly?" Jiang Zhengge asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I feel a bit more energetic."

"Alright, as long as your stomach can handle it, I guess you have your own reasons, so I won't ask any more questions," Jiang Zhengge patted Lin Chen on the back. "Go back and rest. Our mission is over. Let's have a celebration banquet tonight."

"So we did have a celebration banquet planned..." Lin Chen murmured. "I thought we were being pretty casual before."

“After all, one thing after another happened before, and there wasn’t much of a chance,” Jiang Zhengge laughed. “Now that we have WHALE’s information, it’s only a matter of time before we bring down the foundation.”

The square stone behind Baiduozhi is the logbook of "Ideal Country". The information in it has been extracted and sent to the logistics department for analysis.

The specific data regarding WHALE will likely come to light soon.

Lin Chen already knew the official name of that thing: Potential Emotion Wave Control Array.

On his way back to the real world, he kept pondering the meaning of the name.

An array that controls emotional waves... Emotions, human emotions?

Professor Jürgen said that human emotions can accumulate in the warp, attracting warp hurricanes, which in turn cause erosion.

If we can control the accumulated emotions... could we then guide the subspace erosion?

Lin Chen felt he was very close to the truth.

"Buzzing..."

After leaving subspace, the Orca was hoisted and secured in the harbor.

After leaving the Orca, Lin Chen followed Jiang Zhengge through the entire pollution cleanup process before getting into the back seat of the Porsche.

“Professor Jürgen went to pick up the children,” Jiang Zhengge said, gripping the steering wheel. “He was finally kicked out of his post by the director, who said he would die suddenly if things continued like this.”

“But I feel that Professor Jürgen is in better spirits than us…” Li Zhanyi complained. “I think he and Bruce seem to know each other quite well. He’s often been involved in warp-space descent missions before?”

“He participates in almost all operations that dive into the subspace,” Jiang Zhengge chuckled. “As for Little Litty’s insomnia, isn’t it said that something deep in the subspace resonates with her? Professor Jürgen has always wanted to locate the source of that resonance and cure Little Litty’s illness at its root.”

"Huh?" Lin Chen was stunned.

Something deep within the warp resonates with Lydie... so we need to dig deep into the warp and deal with that thing?

What an amazing doting father!

“It’s very difficult,” Jiang Zhengge sighed. “The Investigation Bureau assisted in his research, and the final conclusion was that the depth of that resonance source was around 8-9.”

"You should know that the depth of subspace is divided into 10 levels. The theoretical depth of a subspace tunnel boring machine is D-6, while the world record for deep diving is only D-5.16. Attempts to go deeper have basically all failed."

"How did you fail?" Lin Chen asked curiously.

“Nobody knows why it failed, and there’s not even a record of it being sent back,” Jiang Zhengge shook his head. “That’s how subspace is. It’s hard to describe its properties using physics. Each layer and each section may have completely different fundamental laws. That’s why there are so few anomaly scientists. It’s just too difficult to study, and it’s hard to find a job. It’s very discouraging.”

"What Professor Jürgen has been trying to do is to go deeper, until he finds the cause of Litty's illness."

Hearing Jiang Zhengge's description, Lin Chen suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash over him.

Professor Jürgen is already over fifty years old. Who knows how much more time he can spend studying subspace, or even participating in frontline expeditions like today?

The human mind cannot remain clear-headed forever; even the most brilliant wisdom will gradually fade with the passage of time.

But he continued his research tirelessly, and Lin Chen rarely saw him outside the laboratory.

“Now I understand why the foundation didn’t approve those projects,” Lin Chen sighed softly. “They sound like a troublesome matter that burns through money and manpower.”

“The good news is that our investigation bureau has approved quite a few,” Li Zhanyi said, looking up at the rough roof of the car. “After all, subspace operations are our daily routine, and Professor Jürgen’s projects can basically be used in practice as soon as they are implemented. For example, the cool diving suit of the deep-sea submersible department is Professor Jürgen’s product.”

"They actually managed to create Astartes, I'm truly in awe..." Lin Chen exclaimed.

As we were chatting, the Porsche pulled up downstairs at my apartment building.

“I called the rest of the team, they’ll all be here later,” Jiang Zhengge said, turning to the two young men in the back seat. “I’m too tired to cook today, let’s order some takeout later. You guys take a shower first, I’ll go park the car.”

"okay!"

"..."

After returning home, Li Zhanyi took a shower first, while Lin Chen sat down on the sofa, feeling his fatigue gradually melt away in the soft fabric.

He took out his phone and started browsing Toutiao (a Chinese news and information platform).

A series of large characters came into view:

The Rain City Anomaly Investigation Bureau announces a resounding success for "Operation Break the Nation"! Foundation's Gamma-level demigod, Bai Duozhi, has been captured! Hundreds of Mentis cultists have been arrested!

The Foundation's Fake Public Relations: Messengers of Justice or Masterminds of Conspiracy?

Captain America's autopsy report released: He died several days ago! The Foundation's manhunt was a hoax!

"A Recap of the Skybreaker Incident: Accident? Out of Control? The Foundation's Demigods Are Heading Insane!"

The overwhelming headlines that bombarded Lin Chen's eyes left him stunned.

Huh? Our media outlets are so effective? Such massive advertising spending?

Is Director Hua Molan really that rich?

Just then, Lin Chen's phone rang, and a text message arrived.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it.

Shen Xuanyi: Okay, I've already joined the group.

Wow, it turns out the rich women made their move.

......

Chapter 112 Muddling the Waters (Fourth Update)

To be honest, Lin Chen was quite pleased that Shen Xuanyi was still willing to get involved at this time.

After all, after the bunker incident, United Concrete had the opportunity to extricate itself from the situation and could have stayed away from it all to restore the group's vitality.

But given the chance, Shen Xuanyi still chooses to join a group tour.

She truly is like a lioness; once she bites down on her enemy's throat, she never lets go...

Is it impolite to describe a girl like that?

"Lin Chen, I'm done washing up, you should go wash up too!"

Li Zhanyi, wearing pajamas, passed by Lin Chen from behind, glanced at his phone, and hummed in response.

"Another explosion? That was intense!"

“Yeah,” Lin Chen laughed, “I bet the foundation is in complete chaos right now…”

......

The West Wing District branch building of the foundation.

An elderly man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a trench coat, walked into the conference hall with a cane. His attendant pulled out the chair for him.

After taking his seat, he straightened the nameplate on the table: Executive Committee, Z.

“I think this operation can be described as a public relations disaster, right?” Mr. Z glanced around at the executives of various departments at the table. “We used the rise of one demigod to cover up the fall of another, twice in a row, and then failed twice.”

“The actions of Baidozhi are authorized by the F Council,” Ms. J said in a low voice. “The rest of the time, we have been carrying out your orders.”

“And now the F Council is sending us straight to hell,” Mr. Z said, crossing his arms. “What are your countermeasures?”

“It’s already underway,” Ms. J reported. “We’ve generated a lot of AI videos related to the scene, ready to muddy the waters. Please take a look.”

After saying that, Ms. J pressed a button on the remote control, and the screen at the end of the conference room began to play:

"This is a video released by the Investigation Bureau."

In the video, Baiduozhi is shouting into the first-person perspective:

"My elder brother told us that the Foundation will soon gain the power to manipulate the world!"

Ms. J turned her head and looked at Mr. Z, saying:

"This video is the main point of public opinion. Baiduozhi's slip of the tongue has triggered the long-standing theory that 'foundations control the world,' and our offline peripheral stores are being attacked on a large scale."

“He didn’t break his word,” Mr. Z said, gently stroking the gray stubble on his chin. “He didn’t want to be a scapegoat, so he chose to drag us down with him.”

“We have prepared a corresponding video to address this sensitive topic,” Ms. J nodded.

A new video begins to play on the screen:

"You bastards from the Investigation Bureau, you've used me and then discarded me!" Hyakutoshi shouted into the camera, "You promised to release me if I did what you said! The Foundation didn't do any of these things, you—"

"Oh!"

A gunshot rang out, and the video went black.

"AI video generation technology is truly innovating every day," Mr. Z nodded.

“Fools without discernment will take these AI videos as real,” Ms. J nodded. “Of course, there will also be many fools who think they have discernment and will take real videos as AI-generated. Either way, it’s in our favor.”

"The water's been muddied, and then what?" Mr. Z spread his hands. "No matter how many more videos like this are released, our reputation is still damaged, and our losses are real. Who will bear the responsibility?"

"I'll take responsibility."

A silver light separated the triangular doorway, and Euclid stepped into the conference hall, his silver metal mask reflecting the focused gazes from the conference table.

Everyone around the conference table immediately stood up and bowed slightly, but Mr. Z remained seated as steady as a mountain.

“Now, I’m in charge,” Euclid said. “You’re all sitting ducks in the Bureau of Investigation. The wastebasket is your final resting place.”

“Mr. Euclid, I believe the ‘eldest brother’ would not want you to interfere at this time,” Mr. Z lit a cigar with the help of his servant. “In fact, it was your interference that caused this turmoil—Baiduo Zhiben could have evacuated the Republic.”

“It is your unauthorized actions in Waldav that have made me have to clean up your mess,” Euclid said calmly. “The ‘ghost of history’ has returned, and you have given him three demigods.”

"Honestly, can't we... just deal with this ghost directly?" Mr. Z twirled the cigar between his fingers. "Like... killing him, or something?"

“You can’t kill a ghost, you can only banish it, but it will always come back, just like always,” Euclid shook his head. “It’s better to make sure it stays in our sight.”

"So what do you plan to do?" Mr. Z leaned forward slightly. "You don't want to... repeat the 'Iron Horn Bridge' incident again, do you?"

Under the watchful eyes of the Executive Committee, Euclid nodded:

"That's not a bad idea. After all, at this pace, they'll soon find the location of the WHALE prototype. We must speed up our experiments."

"But before that, we need to appease the rain capital and get the rain to stop for a few days."

"So, how do you make the rain stop?" Mr. Z leaned back.

"It's very simple."

Euclid leaned forward, his hands bracing against the table:

“When we donate money, approve public welfare projects, and promote public welfare research, the public will forget the evil deeds because of our good deeds, even if we were devils who tried to destroy the world yesterday.”

“Uh, just a heads up, the funds we raised recently are almost used up,” Mr. Z said, pressing his cigar down on the table. “We’ve already lost a lot of money at United Concrete, and if we approve another bunch of projects like this… we won’t have enough money to go around…”

Euclid shook his head:

"It's okay."

He stood up, opened his arms, and the triangular door behind him opened:

"I won't let those idiot paranormal scientists waste our money."

......

"Welcome, kids!"

Lin Chen had just finished drying his hair and stepped out of the bathroom when he saw Li Ti and Hui Hui rush into the room, circling around Li Zhanyi together.

Behind them, Professor Jürgen was carrying a plastic bag and waving to Lin Chen with a smile.

“I bought some braised dishes along the way,” he said, picking up the bag. “I’ll contribute some ingredients for the gathering. I hope you won’t mind.”

“There’s nothing to complain about. We ordered takeout tonight,” Jiang Zhengge, wearing an apron, poked half his body out of the kitchen. “I’m just responsible for heating it up.”

Professor Jürgen had just sat down on the sofa when the doorbell rang again.

"Who is it?"