I'm a magnetic field madman

Despicable people assume that others will also have despicable thoughts... But no matter what, Bai Wujie felt that Shou Niang was more suitable to be the leader of the Blue Dream Organization than himself.

but……

Bai Wujie sighed with some regret. Shou Niang's innate aversion to power and her indifference to the pursuit of desires made her unable to serve as the leader of an organization.

Because the leader of an organization cannot live on ideals alone; he and his subordinates need to pursue more realistic things.

Those things that run counter to ideals are destined to be ugly and despicable.

No, no, actually, to put it another way, after I cleansed the earth and ascended to the throne, the Blue Dream Organization was no longer a necessary structure for this world.

Perhaps... Bai Wujie could retain the Blue Dream Organization, but he would no longer grant it significant power and status.

Instead, it should be made to transcend this, becoming an organization under the jurisdiction of the chief, tasked with "purifying" the environment.

Of course, such an organization would certainly not be one of those nonsensical, rubbish environmental groups.

They may lack power and status, but they certainly possess the strength and ability to purify the natural world.

It is difficult to possess power without having any real authority, so their leader must be someone like the chieftain, who has no desire for power but possesses a love for nature and great strength.

Yes, there is no one more suitable than the First Lady.

The thought had been forming in her mind, and she had already informed the First Lady through telepathy. The First Lady paused, then let out a helpless sigh, but said firmly…

"I understand what you mean, Father!"

She hated power, but taking responsibility was another matter entirely. She knew that this was something only she could do, something that had to be done by her alone.

With the fleet falling completely silent, and the smile that appeared on Bai Wujie's lips... the people cheered wildly for the First Lady!

"Yay! Princess Shou Niang cares for the world, I love you!!"

"I'm willing to offer up my wife and daughter, and if that's not enough, I'll offer myself!"

The cheers were so enthusiastic they bordered on unrestrained, but Bai Wujie paid no attention to them.

Although the words were quite unrestrained, this was a manifestation of the people's love and respect for them.

Moreover, the performance isn't completely over yet.

"Are you both ready?" Blue Poison, who had been silent all along, asked quietly.

"So, is it my turn now?"

Skadi paused for a moment, and she had to admit that she had completely forgotten about Blue Poison standing next to her.

The focus was too much on the sister's moves, and also because Blue Poison's presence was so weak.

But she stepped aside and gave the final performance to this girl who was just as unfortunate as she was.

Blue Poison leisurely stepped onto the flight platform beneath her feet and arrived above the fleet.

What kind of spectacular performance will this powerful figure, whom Bai Wujie has named a virus, put on?

59. Blue Poison Plague

Inside a secret base in the Rocky Mountains of the United States, where no detector can find it.

The place where Freemasons used to talk and control the world is now as noisy as a vegetable market.

Seven Freemasons, who considered themselves to be of the highest social standing and noble lineage, were hurling insults and arguing at each other in a completely uncouth and low-class manner.

They swung their shoes at each other, attacking each other with words ten times more offensive than vulgar street slang. When they finally dropped all pretense and started fighting amongst themselves, the room that looked so mysterious and sophisticated turned out to be nothing more than a cramped room with seven tall chairs.

What power struggles, what a ruler's residence—it's just a room, a meaningless room.

This applies to everything.

Ancient empires represented power with chairs, stones, and iron rods.

It represents power, but it is merely that power has given these inanimate objects a symbolic meaning.

These things are not precious; their history is not as long as that of the stones by the river; their value is insignificant compared to the world's material possessions; and their power... that is a lie from beginning to end.

It has no meaning from beginning to end.

For those who wield power, even a pebble picked up from the roadside can be the ultimate symbol of their authority.

For those without power, even if they sit in the most luxurious chair in the world, it is still just a chair.

The Freemasons of today are just seven people sitting in chairs.

Albrecht watched all this with a cold eye. One of the main reasons he did not pursue power was that he had long seen through the true nature of power.

Ugly? No, no, no, that's just a self-righteous description concocted by powerless, pedantic poets who nitpick over words. Power must be a wonderful thing... because if it weren't wonderful, why would humanity pursue it?

People will pursue beautiful things, or rather, what can be pursued by humans is what humans consider beautiful, there is no doubt about that.

The essence that Albrecht saw through was nothing more than the simple principle that power equals fist.

Bloodline, money, beauty, talent—these things are merely accessories to the fist. Only those who possess the fist deserve power!

And it is precisely this simple truth that these self-proclaimed elites of humanity will never understand.

Or rather, they are never willing to admit it.

They choose to embellish themselves with these superfluous things, using these nonsensical elements to highlight that they were born to rule.

They understand that fist is the path to power, yet they teach others that power is a combination of many things.

Ha, yet it is precisely this utterly ridiculous lie that has led so many people to choose to believe it.

Even though history has told them countless times that in the face of fists, any so-called prosperous culture and wealth, or so-called noble bloodline, are insignificant.

If bloodlines are noble and knowledge is protected, why was Attila able to sweep across Europe, Rome able to trample on Athens, and the Crusaders able to massacre Jerusalem?

If culture represents power, why was the Golden Family able to sweep across the world under Genghis Khan's leadership, trampling on the lands and countries of the East and West, and trampling on the world with the mandate of the Eternal Heaven, in a civilization with a history of less than a hundred years?

If historical foundation represents power, why was the United States once able to divide the world and trample on Europe?

If wealth represents power, why was Naci able to lead art students to plunder Jews?

No, the only true representation of power in this world has always been the fist.

Power, absolute power, and the unadulterated manifestation of it, is the ultimate expression of power.

Therefore, Albrecht pursued the limits of humanity, hoping to see humanity reach the pinnacle of that punch, where power determines the existence of authority.

That's why he worshipped Bai Wujie so fervently, because this emperor proved to Albrecht with his very existence and everything he had that he was the perfect king in his heart.

Absolute power brings absolute authority, and beyond that, he makes no secret of the fundamental principle that power equals fist, and tells every one of his people—

If you want to seize power, then acquire strength! If you can defeat him, then everything he has will be yours!

Regardless of bloodline, wealth, or culture, power is the only true principle in this universe!

On the screen, the First Lady's attack had ended, but immediately afterward, Blue Poison made her move.

The powerful being known as the virus was once a monster from the so-called "Libra" constellation, and her attack methods were just like her name.

The moment the ability was activated, Blue Poison's body instantly turned a translucent sky blue, shining like a jewel and radiating dazzling light.

This is her genetic makeup, the "blue poison dart frog," which is also the origin of the name she gave herself. A deadly South African creature, whose most lethal venom lies hidden beneath its sapphire-like skin.

But just like the Queen's Royal Jellyfish, when facing a fragile or even destroyed opponent, the virus has no need to show its true power.

All she needs to do is show what's "terrible" about her.

As Blue Poison opened her arms, drops of clear fluid seeped from her skin.

Then, upon contact with the air, the stars scattered and disappeared.

These highly toxic substances, however, had a terrible reaction the moment they came into contact with seawater!

The ocean within a hundred nautical miles of that fleet was painted a terrifying pale green, like a jetting octopus!

Then, the entire fleet began to be "corroded".

The alloy-forged steel could not withstand this terrible virus; it corroded and oxidized instantly, turning a strange coppery color.

Those sailors who were unable to move after having their bioelectric current stolen by the First Lady could only watch as strange rust clung to them.

Their eyes widened as an indescribable sensation filled their bodies along with the rust and the virus.

They watched helplessly as all their body hair fell out in a very short time, their white skin instantly turning a ghostly green, slippery like an octopus, oozing a viscous fluid.

They gradually began to lose sensation in their hands and feet because their palms were undergoing extremely strange changes due to mutated genes.

Frog-like growths appeared between his fingers, and at the same time, his skeletal structure was changing.

Finally, they lost all sense of self. Their faces changed; their mouths disappeared and their teeth fell out, replaced by round mouthparts like those of a lamprey, and octopus-like tentacles growing from the corners of their mouths.

They're just like aliens from science fiction novels or dungeon monsters from fantasy novels.

They howled, but instinct compelled them to steer the ship back.

In this virus-filled environment, one can even hear eerie sounds, like children's laughter, emanating from some airborne microorganisms.

No one knows what terrible things happened to them, but the Freemasons know one thing very well.

Once these things return to America or Europe, they will surely become ugly!

"Destroy them, immediately, right now!!"

The Freemasons' shriek was given instantly, and at the same time, the satellites in orbit had already targeted the area for the attack.

But how could they possibly get their wish?

A barely perceptible ray was seen refracting from the earth's surface...

In the vacuum of space, the space debris in near-Earth orbit refracted at extremely high speeds.

In almost a few breaths, the refracted rays, with their precise and accurate angle of attack, destroyed all the armed satellites in orbit!

"I can't let your stuff simply destroy the work of my subordinates."

Bai Wujie, seated on the throne, slowly lowered his fingers and grinned at the only satellite he had preserved, which was watching him from the sky.

That smile was enough to send chills down the spines of the seven Freemasons behind the screen.

He could see them, and his power far exceeded their imagination!

"These viruses will turn them into my carriers." Blue Poison withdrew her hand and whispered to Skadi and the First Lady behind her...

“They carry more than twenty of the most horrific infectious diseases in human history, as well as fourteen superviruses that I have specially modified. Their bodies are genetically modified by implanted worm viruses, and their brains are dominated by rapidly growing fungi.”

"Their ships have also been infected, and each of those 'rust' is a petri dish for cultivating some microorganisms and viruses."

When they come into contact with carbohydrates, they immediately invade their bodies, altering the central nervous system to make them dominated by appetite, damaging the brain's protective structures, and simultaneously liberating the body.

"So, the so-called zombie virus?" Skadi couldn't help but ask.

"You can think of it that way." Blue Poison smiled gently. This girl, who had always been aloof from the beginning, actually showed a smug and happy smile at this moment.

"Those microorganisms possess 'consciousness.' Just like the wretched state you and I once were, these gregarious microorganisms, after satisfying their instinctive hunger, begin to regain intelligence as a group... but they don't 'resurrect'; they merely exist as a collective consciousness of viruses."

"They will take over the human world, use human tools... exterminate humans and then use their bodies as petri dishes to continue their 'reproduction.'"

"And these carriers of my virus are no ordinary creatures either. Although I designed them in this way to facilitate transmission in marine areas..."

But every part of their bodies is filled with fungal hyphae, and if they are not completely killed, or if enough fragments of their bodies fall off, this...

Some fungi carrying large amounts of viruses will take root at the point of impact and continue to multiply..."

"Alright, that's enough!" Skadi raised her hand to stop Blue Poison's explanation, and said with a slight grin...

"Blue Poison, these things won't affect us, will they..."

"Don't worry, I've programmed these viruses to self-destruct after more than ten generations of mutations," Blue Poison chuckled.

"The transmission mechanism I set up ensures that these viruses will accelerate the process of infecting the host if they reside on small organisms such as birds. In other words, it is impossible for birds or fish to bring the virus into the country."

"Even if you do nothing, these viruses will at most kill people in Europe and America, or leave them in a painful hell where they can neither live nor die."

Without a doubt, Blue Poison has a pretty and cute face... This pink-haired girl would be considered cute by the standards of beauty in any country or by any human being.

But the words that came out of her mouth were more terrifying and horrifying than those of any cruel tyrant.

Compared to Skadi's simple killing, the First Lady's peaceful restraint... the virus produced by Blue Poison is undoubtedly a long and terrible way of killing.

Even for the strong, these viruses are enough to cause them considerable trouble.

Even Bai Wujie now understood why the virus described in Hell Path was so hateful, yet it ultimately died while developing its own final virus.

Because he was just too "disgusting," regardless of his appearance... his method of killing alone was enough to make even those with strong magnetic fields feel uneasy.