Even though it was a few days late, Lin Sanjiu finally knew what the old lady wanted them to do.
Or rather, she had a rough guess.
On the way to Exodus — or at least, she hoped that they were on the way to Exodus — she and Cyrus received an hour-long message stream organized by Octocephalus. They were all bits and pieces of news from various places in the "Walkabout the Clouds" over the past six months.
Perhaps the Shadow Palace had very few experimental subjects at that time, or perhaps they were extremely secretive. In half a year, they had only collected an hour's worth of information. It was really not a lot, not to mention that it was mixed with a lot of things that seemed to be right but were actually wrong. For example —
"Iron-haired Lady found about a dozen unconscious commoners in a secluded house on the top floor of the lightbulb collection. Apparently, they had taken some unknown drugs to experience the world behind the flood …"
Cyrus interrupted, "Iron-haired Lady is an organization that was hired to maintain law and order in some areas. You can think of them as police officers."
Lin Sanjiu nodded. She still didn't understand why Octocephalus would include this piece of news. Wasn't the world behind the flood the universe where another apocalyptic world was located?
Could it be that the fact that she had just figured out was already common knowledge in the Twelve Worlds? Did those commoners want to see what other apocalyptic worlds looked like?
The thing that left the deepest impression on both of them wasn't the broadcast but a video clip. When the screen in the cockpit lit up, the profile of a stern-looking man covered half of the aerial chart.
It was not a common piece of news or promotional material. It looked like it was taken by someone while they were walking on the street. The man in the video did not seem to realize that he had entered someone else's lens. He was walking and whispering to a few commoners beside him. The people and carriages passed by them.
"… From the lowest individuals to the highest clans … everyone and every group of people must find their own path in this world."
His voice was intermittent, "Some people enjoy help, but they have no choice but to struggle, sink, and be trapped. The most miserable situation is … like us. We are born in a dead end. There is no life in front of us. There is no future. This is not fair. This is not the reason why God created us. "
The man's eyes were shining, and his face was slightly flushed. Every word seemed to be spewed out from the depths of his soul after brewing for a long time. His voice was also getting louder and louder, more and more powerful.
He believed in his words so passionately that Lin Sanjiu didn't feel like he was trying to convince others. Instead, it made his words even more infectious and persuasive. Even as a posthuman, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help feeling a little shaken by his words.
The few ordinary people around him had solemn expressions on their faces as they nodded repeatedly.
"Doomsday is not a normal state … It's a form of torture by the demons for fun … We can only go back," the man said almost painfully. "Go back, go back to the essence of human life, the purest form, go back to our world …"
"Is he trying to return to the human society before the apocalypse?" Cyrus bent over the screen and whispered.
The man talked as he walked. He was like a magnet. Wherever he walked, passersby would turn their heads to look at him. When the sky highway was moving, a few passersby listened and unconsciously followed behind him.
Lin Sanjiu began to understand why someone would suddenly want to film him.
"We have the right to pursue freedom, equality, and happiness," the man was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice that the audience around him was growing. It had grown from a few people to a small group of people. They followed him as he walked and stopped. "However, our lives are trapped … We are the background decoration of a cruel drama, and we are only there to entertain the demons. There are too many things that don't make sense. For example — "
Even the two evolved humans held their breaths as they listened attentively. However, the recording was suddenly cut off for some reason.
For a moment, Lin Sanjiu was even vexed because she wanted to hear more. She wanted to know what was so inexplicable about life in an apocalyptic world and who was the one who was using her for entertainment. With a shudder, Lin Sanjiu came back to her senses. She realized that she had almost been influenced by the other party's "letter".
Even Cyrus was stunned. "Is this the Pocket Dimension's winner?" he muttered. "Indeed … It's very suitable to promote a belief. Why don't you have this kind of influence? "
Lin Sanjiu glanced at him. "He thinks he has a mission and preaches on behalf of God, but I don't! Even the people I met in the storeroom didn't have such a strong influence … There must be something between winning the Pocket Dimension and being released. I didn't participate in it. "
This time, it was Cyrus's turn to scratch his face. "That's strange. I don't know why, but I seem to be very direct when I'm around you …"
He frowned and let out an "ah". "Perhaps your faith is manifested in this aspect. When people are around you, they will trust you as if you were their friend. One of the side effects is that they don't pay attention to their words. "
So, if someone could gather a group of believers, she could only be criticized.
"Tell me the truth," Lin Sanjiu changed the topic when she saw that Cyrus was convinced by himself. "If you tell me that this is a documentary about a leader at the beginning of his career, I might believe you. If there are as many people as the people in the storeroom … "
She recalled the number of people in the storeroom and couldn't help feeling a little shocked. Moreover, that wasn't all of them.
"Besides, only a small portion of the Pocket Dimension's winners are winners," Cyrus reminded her. "There are still a lot of normal people. We still don't know why they were captured. What else is there? "
There were all sorts of messages from the Eight-Headed Druid. He even found a private conversation between two acquaintances that happened three days ago.
"You know … we only get a chance to look over there when the flood comes," an older voice said. "You know Yun Huang's brother, right? He's one of the people in the light bulb collection … How lucky. "
"When the flood comes," a younger woman said, "Can't the ferryman just take us away?"
"If you don't establish a connection with your 'hometown', the ferryman can't take you away even if he wants to," another voice said with a sigh. Another voice sighed and said, "After we establish the connection, the ferryman will only be able to send us home when the next flood comes. Yun Huang's brother fainted last time, but he didn't succeed. He's betting all his hopes on this flood … Let's not talk about anything else. Come quickly. "
"Okay, okay," another woman said, "I'll bring Dan along!"
The conversation was short, but it left a vague, churning uneasiness in Lin Sanjiu's heart.
"I almost forgot," she mumbled, "Before I entered the factory, I did hear that there was a flood coming towards Walkabout Cloud …"
Cyrus was about to say something when his eyes suddenly jumped on the screen and he sat up straight.
"Is that round spaceship your Exodus?" he asked, pointing at a white ring on the screen.
I hope you don't misunderstand after reading this. The main idea of this chapter is that none of you are running away. You are all demons who make fun of them … As for me, I work for the demons.
(End of Chapter)
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