The popularity of the Chef King competition made # Hades Challenge # rise to the top of the hot search list again.
The juicy beef meatball that had been hammered 23,000 times was so delicious that the judges' souls left their bodies. It was really something to look forward to.
That night, many people couldn't sleep because of the noisy hammering sounds upstairs. Many people sacrificed their lives heroically, and many people couldn't lift their arms the next day.
Because the price of the ingredients was still affordable, many housewives were eager to try it.
There were also bosses who captured Meg's hammering movements overnight, completed the programming, and created a beef hammering robot, which received hundreds of thousands of orders.
There were even restaurant owners who accompanied their head chefs to create new dishes overnight, so that they could add a signature dish to the menu the next day.
This was a carnival for foodies, and it also gave some people a new password to wealth.
Meg didn't care about all this. He only cared about the rapidly increasing number of fans.
It had just exceeded one million yesterday, and today it had successfully exceeded three million. Furthermore, it was still increasing at a terrifying speed.
"Wonderful. What's the point of cultivating? I can just become a superstar and become a god through incense."
Meg used his mind to open the fridge, and poured himself a glass of iced orange juice.
"System, have you calculated the best solution? How can we ensure that the underground city doesn't wage war on the Norland Continent? "Meg asked in his mind as he drank the juice.
"This system has built a million data models based on the available information. In the end, it came to a conclusion, but this conclusion is a little strange."
"Don't keep me in suspense. Hurry up and say it." Meg was interested, and put down the glass in his hand.
"According to this system's professional model calculation, maintaining the current political structure of the underground city is the most stable solution for the Norland Continent."
"Hmm?" Mag furrowed his brows, but he quickly put on a thoughtful expression.
"In the past tens of thousands of years, the political structure of the underground city has been relatively stable. Although there have been some changes and evolutions in the political structure with the development of technology and social changes, overall, the actual power of the underground city is still controlled by a few big families.
"In the past tens of thousands of years, the underground city has never launched a large-scale war or invasion on the Norland Continent.
If this balance is broken, the probability of the two worlds colliding will increase exponentially. "The System said.
"So, perhaps the people of the underground city need to change, and some classes need to change too. However, the Norland Continent doesn't want them to change the most." Meg frowned.
Given the difference in power between the underground city and the Norland Continent, it would be a one-sided massacre if the underground city started a war with the Norland Continent.
Currently, the one who was actively promoting the changes in the underground city was the Marshal of the army, Ferdinand.
Now that he thought about it, he was working under Ferdinand.
"This is going to be a little troublesome." Meg browsed through the information about the major corporations that the system had given him.
Needless to say, Ferdinand must have done something to his wristband. Therefore, other than microsurfing and browsing some useless information, he did not do anything else on his wristband.
The system's learning ability was indeed as powerful as he had said. It had already successfully hacked into the military's intelligence database and obtained first-hand top-secret information.
Judging from the current situation, if he wanted to protect the Norland Continent, he should join forces with the major corporations and destroy Ferdinand, the challenger to the old order.
However, although he had the title of the most powerful person on the Norland Continent, he was only a demigod after all. There was still a big gap between him and a real god, and the gap between him and Ferdinand was even bigger.
Every corporation had more than one Extraordinary behind them. If he were to go and talk to them about cooperation, it would be no different from sending himself to their doorstep.
Moreover, as a transmigrator, he had an inexplicable fondness for people like Ferdinand who had a sense of responsibility for their social class.
Strength is ultimately the foundation. Seems like I have to see if I can get anything from the divine monument first. Meg made up his mind and threw his messy thoughts to the back of his mind.
…
"Chief, this is Horace's statement and a list of names. These scumbags! Bastards! "
Outside the interrogation room, a middle-aged policeman sent the interrogation record to the chief. He could not hide the anger in his expression.
"Thank you for your hard work." The chief reached out and patted him on the shoulder. He glanced at Horace, who was fixed on the medical bed, and turned to leave.
This incident was no longer something that he, the chief of the Investigation Bureau, could control. The game between the higher-ups would decide the final direction of this incident.
As for this list of names, heh, it was nothing.
The military had already taken a clear stand to investigate this incident strictly, and the presidential palace had also given clear instructions.
The Dixon Family was very powerful, and the few corporations they were on good terms with had also started to exert their power, including the few celebrities who had self-destructed in the past two days. They were all just trying to divert attention and reduce the traffic of this incident.
Of course, those few were not good people, either. It was just that it was a pity that they had gone from canaries to abandoned pawns, and a superstar of a generation had been sent to jail.
If that judge who had no clue could sentence Fergus to death, the problem would be much simpler.
After all, that person was arrogant and ruthless, and was not influenced by the various powers. He had no qualms about causing trouble.
…
"Big Sister, very soon, very soon, I will be able to avenge you. I will definitely make that fellow pay with his life!"
In a dim room, a young girl squatted in the corner and bit her lip. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
…
These two days, the microblogs were especially lively.
Following Horace's fall from grace, from the godfather of movies to a rapist, the entertainment industry was like a domino effect. Eight A-list celebrities were exposed for their various crimes.
The once-glamorous stars had become bloody and cruel murderers and rapists, which made the onlookers' worldview explode one after another.
More and more victims were speaking out, testifying against the filthy actions of those beasts. It was like a different world's version of "".
The successive news, each more bizarre than the last, caused the popularity of Horace's incident to drop significantly. Even Fergus was gradually mentioned less and less, and disappeared from the search rankings.
Meg woke up early in the morning and glanced at the microblogs. The people who had been exposed were all cannon fodder.
No matter how glamorous and glamorous a celebrity was, they were nothing more than pawns in the hands of the corporations. This moment could be said to be a true portrayal of this.
"Then let me add fuel to the fire." Meg searched for Fergus and found an article with the sister of the victim in the Fergus incident as the first person. After confirming the content, he forwarded the microblog with the attached text: Some people should not be forgotten, and criminals are no exception.
(End of chapter)
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