Disaster Simulator, global collapse begins.

Thanks to quantum communication technology, cities are not completely isolated from each other, but traveling between cities has indeed become a very difficult thing.

Ordinary airplanes are no longer effective; flying in the sky, they become large targets, or, in the eyes of the supernatural, flying meat cans.

Once opened, you can enjoy the delicious human food inside.

There are many solutions, such as having a powerful figure like the fairy Ellie escort the aircraft, or coating the exterior of the plane with gold leaf to transform it from a flying can into an invisible can.

Both are extremely expensive and have limited transport capacity.

With large areas of wilderness lost, the source of food has become a problem.

Fortunately, SDRRD has proposed a solution for an artificial aura greenhouse, and the accompanying controlled nuclear fusion technology has already been made public. For Earth's current level of civilization, this energy is inexhaustible.

There's food to eat and internet access.

Although people can't travel everywhere and their living space and quality of life have been greatly reduced, they can still live normal lives.

SDRRD was not Chen Jie's sole authority, but the King of the Weird's plan was successfully implemented.

Everyone can see that if things continue as they are now, humanity will slowly but inevitably move toward death, just like the frog being slowly boiled in water.

There was a little incident in the middle.

The method to create the King of the Uncanny is the second type of monster—through legend.

The image of the Lich King and his various abilities are promoted online, leveraging global public opinion and the power of the Lich King's resurgence to create such a figure.

The original version of the King of the Weird was based on Chen Jie's own appearance.

This initial design was met with unanimous opposition from all participants from various countries, including senior executives of SDRRD.

They believe that the protective umbrella has finally revealed its true colors.

Despite the ongoing cooperation, the openness of various technologies, and joint research, these experts from different countries all sensed that the Umbrella Corporation was hiding something from them.

It's like a group of people forming some kind of shady, underhanded clique within a large company or team!

This has led to a certain alienation and estrangement within SDRRD, even though the world has become like this. There's no way around it; wherever there are people, there are conflicts, and it's hard for people to trust a group of people who seem to be carrying huge secrets and are not honest.

Thus came the second version of King of the Weird.

Stripped of any personal elements and idol worship, the second version of the King of the Uncanny is a massive golden throne built upon numerous bizarre corpses.

According to the description, any human who sits on this throne can become the King of the Weird, thereby suppressing the increasingly serious resurgence of the Weird.

Through the spread of information online.

Regardless of nationality, region, or faith, people must watch daily accounts of the King of the Uncanny to ensure a sufficient number of believers.

The supernatural and faith are used in the hearts of the people, and SDRRD is also beginning to build the throne into a physical reality.

The massive Honkai energy crystal beneath Grivil Town was completely unearthed. On one hand, making the entire throne out of gold would be too expensive; on the other hand, this crystal, which continuously radiates Honkai energy, also has a suppressive effect on the supernatural...

Or, to put it another way, assimilation.

The eerie creature, which SDRRD had captured and studied for over three years, was chained to the Honkai Crystal and then cast into a single piece using molten gold.

The steps and the high seat were carved out, and then the living remains of the prophet were poured into a complex circulation system, like blood, and began to flow.

These three seemingly disparate forces, under the influence of this increasingly bizarre world and the contemplation of humanity worldwide, will combine to form a massive amplification device.

The Golden Throne, belonging to the King of the Uncanny!

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Chapter 170 I will continue to carry out the mission

Thanks to the efforts of almost all of humanity, the King of the Uncanny has truly been born!

The moment it appeared, the whole world seemed to emit some kind of strange buzzing.

A wave emanated from the enormous golden throne, and mortals with weak wills would be instantly captivated by this great marvelous creation upon witnessing it, kneeling down and becoming eternal fanatics of the throne.

A believer who kneels is not qualified to ascend the throne.

Including Chen Jie and Ai Li, about one-third of the SDRRD members successfully passed this first test of willpower.

“It’s like in some novels where the birth of a saint is celebrated by the voice of the Great Dao,” a researcher who was originally from China but is now a believer said with a fanatical expression.

"The world is offering a gift for the birth of a king."

“It’s less celebratory music and more a lament of unbearable burden,” said the fairy Ellie.

She could sense that the planet beneath her feet was gradually coming to life due to its strange appearance, regardless of whether this change was good or bad.

However, the appearance of the King of the Uncanny, who integrates multiple power systems, is still a bit premature for it.

It's like putting hundreds of pounds of luggage on a baby.

"The experiment continues."

SDRRD has made various preparations to deal with any impact, including the complete annihilation of the group that created the throne.

There weren't many people who came in this time. Everyone was wearing heavy, special protective suits that resembled lead protective suits that shielded against radiation. The inner layer was filled with gold soft armor and Originium powder, which was not only expensive to make, but also made it difficult to move around.

This is why the first people who made the throne did not wear it.

With the help of the second group of members, the remaining people conducted psychological tests on two-thirds of those who had become believers.

The results were quite optimistic; aside from developing a fanatical belief, these people didn't seem to exhibit any significant abnormalities.

They can still remember their name, identity, job duties, and professional knowledge, and their past emotions have not been distorted.

Furthermore, the fact that this golden throne was created by humans themselves, combined with these two factors, led SDRRD members to place a certain degree of trust in their former colleagues.

Instead of isolating and eliminating them as a strange byproduct, we should observe them for the time being.

The next step is the second step.

It's time to choose the one to ascend the Golden Throne.

Volunteers selected from all over the world, those who meet the physical and mental standards, formed a sequence, and a team of nearly a hundred people ascended the throne in order.

Chen Jie is also in this group, but his ranking is quite low, which is inconsistent with his own qualities.

"It seems that many people do not want me to ascend the throne."

You can completely ignore their opinions.

"Most of the time, I am a good listener of other people's advice."

When it doesn't involve your own interests, just go along with them.

The moment the throne transformed into something eerie and oppressive, he lost all faith in those in front of him, including himself.

The bizarre birth of a throne always distorts people's imaginations, and clearly, this throne rejects the notion that anyone could sit on it.

With Chen Jie's enhanced spirit and perception from consuming a lot of Originium, sitting on it—a simple action—now seemed dangerous and terrifying.

In that case, it's a good option to go along with those who don't want him to sit there and let the volunteers go ahead and explore first.

These people had already been gathered from all over the world by the SDRRD, given special training that might not be of any use, and then waited nearby at any time.

About a quarter of the volunteers waiting to ascend the throne were captivated the moment they saw it.

Two-thirds to one-quarter: proportionally speaking, the methods of human selection in the past were still somewhat effective in assessing the strength of willpower.

However, this is only true in certain situations.

If the identification method needs to be updated in the future, this throne would be a good choice.

After eliminating this quarter, the remaining people lined up again.

The first person to go up was from the Russian bear. After practicing martial arts, his current combat strength is at level C.

This Slavic strongman was neither the best nor the worst; he was more like an average, the median of the first person to try in an experiment.

He frowned the moment he took his first step onto the platform.

"I felt a heavy burden on my body, like the feeling of being gravitated while sitting on a high-speed, accelerating airplane."

The instruments placed on him did not detect any force field, but the detection of his body data showed completely opposite results.

Two steps, three steps...

He climbed higher and higher, but the physical data on the instruments got worse and worse.

One researcher advised, "If it doesn't work, just give up."

"I can't give up!"

The seemingly burly and fierce Slavic man revealed a tenderness in his words that belied his appearance:

“I have a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter… She’s only six years old and hasn’t really gotten to know the world yet… Everyone is pessimistic, and it seems like there’s no other choice.”

"Having gone through so many selections and tests to get this opportunity, I must seize it and change this increasingly decaying world."

Every step was filled with immense pressure and torment; he roared:

"Change all of this, and then tell her that trees are green, the sky is blue, and the world wasn't always like this!"

"A statement that's like a flag..." Chen Jie covered his face.

"Don't carry all the pressure on your shoulders," perhaps moved by his story, the fairy Ellie said. "Besides you, nearly a hundred other people passed the test, and most of them scored higher than you."

It hurt, but it was very effective. The burly man slowed down a bit... which slowed down the rate at which his body was collapsing.

"Saving the world is not a feat that can be accomplished by one person alone; it requires the joint efforts of many people, and the courage to charge forward without hesitation will not make you stronger."

"When the time is right, it is wise and a contribution to temporarily retreat and preserve one's useful life rather than make a pointless sacrifice."

This is the wisdom accumulated over 50,000 years!

Even though it was dormant for a long time in between, and there were rollbacks and such...

The Slavic strongman sighed:

"I've figured it out."

He had just reached the middle of the long staircase to the Golden Throne when his muscles and skin burst in several places, and blood gushed out.

"This throne... may require a B-level physique to climb."

Continuing down this path would indeed be a pointless sacrifice.

Nothing in this world is difficult if you are willing to give up. The strong man, who no longer persisted, looked relaxed, but the physical pain was reflected on his face.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

The expression on his face gradually peeled away, revealing his final astonishment and despair.

"I think... I can't back down anymore."

A few seconds of hesitation, followed by calm and determination.

"Please pass on a message to my wife and children, tell them I love them. Although I go to the Moulin Rouge once or twice a month, it's all my comrade Chekhov's fault. Every time, he wants to go but is too scared to go alone, so he asks me to go with him..."

"The prize money for participating in this Golden Throne Project is substantial. I secretly hid a bank card in... the password is... and told her to withdraw the money quickly to buy supplies, since money has become increasingly worthless in recent years."

"And...and...no, it's starting to urge me forward."

"Andrei Ivanov, I will continue the mission!"

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Chapter 171 Brothers, shall we pass on the torch?

Andrei Ivanov, this Slavic man, has taken a few more steps up the golden staircase from which there is no turning back.

Then, just like someone had thrown a firecracker into a jar of strawberry jam, the whole body exploded with a bang, scattering everywhere.

The now-monstrous golden throne devoured the flesh and blood.

It became more weathered, ancient, and majestic.

SDRRD indicates that withdrawal is permissible, especially for those with poor physical condition or those who have not yet reached the B-level strength rating.

But few people backed down. Even those who were not physically fit enough made a certain commitment, hoping that their sacrifice would yield some data.

Ellie turned her head away with a hint of reluctance, only to find Chen Jie watching everything with a calm expression.

So she secretly contacted the simulator through the terminal (Note: As mentioned in previous chapters, if Chen Jie has given the physical entity authorization, the simulator can also take over the terminal and act as a personal assistant).

Have you noticed that his behavior is strange?

Using my powers to sense it, I found that the other person's humanity had not diminished... on the contrary, it was more than that of an average person, but it was not active, and the state it displayed did not seem like a rich expression of humanity.

Based on the conversation, it can be inferred that Chen Jie's current mindset is one of indifference, as if it's just a simulation and these people are going to be sacrificed sooner or later anyway, so it's better to let them contribute some value, light and heat.