"I am the President of the Federation, Fang Xian. It pains me to inform the people of the Federation that I have a piece of unfortunate news …"
…
Looking at the memories of the three, Fang Xian fell silent.
The person named Fang Xian and his face were indeed very familiar. Although it was not his face in the future, it was the face he had in the Interstellar World!
"When did I become the supreme ruler of the Federation?
"No … I was already dead at that time. My flesh and blood were sacrificed to the Cosmic Eye. My true spirit reincarnated, leaving nothing behind … Perhaps he was impersonating me? Other than the God of Nature, I can't think of a second god who would have such a bad taste and deliberately target me …
"But there's an even more terrifying possibility. Perhaps he was impersonating me, or perhaps he really replaced me in another timeline? That's not possible … I became a Grand Luo, and my timeline was completely closed. Although there are some small flaws in this world, they won't be easily replaced … "
Fang Xian thought quickly. "As expected … the cataclysm of this world is inextricably linked to the God of Nature … He used the Dust Disease to wipe out most living things and reset the universe?"
"No … He doesn't have such power. It's better to say that the spread of the Dust Disease caused the power of the universe to be out of balance. Many evil gods became active … Together, they led to the destruction of the world …
"And what is the God of Nature's goal?"
…
Fang Xian thought for a while and continued to look at the Land of Dreams.
Although the Dust Disease was terrifying, a true god could easily solve it.
Dun Jun knelt and watched as Smith and Vivian disappeared.
They had completed their mission and returned to their respective countries.
This scene caused him to feel a sense of loss.
Then, he heard another murmur.
"Ah!"
Dun Jun's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to explode.
He rolled on the ground, but he understood the great god's meaning.
That disease, the plague named 'Dust', was spread through 'content'!
Simply put, as long as someone heard the relevant description or saw the relevant information, it would cause a contagion!
This was a kind of mental illness! It had the terrifying characteristic of spreading it as long as one knew it!
Although the disease in his body was cured, it was only suppressed by a trace of the great god's power.
Simply put …
If Dun Jun described the Dust Sickness to others, he would be fine, but it would definitely cause the Dust Sickness to spread.
"This seems to be an opportunity!"
"I have a powerful weapon in my hands … a weapon that can easily overthrow the rule of the upper city …"
A crazed smile appeared on Dun Jun's face.
Although he seemed to be addicted to the various pleasures of Uptown, he had never forgotten that wish in his heart.
It was a plan to break the rule of Upper Town and make Lower Town not so bad.
It's feasible. Even the prehistoric civilization can't withstand the dust disease, so neither can the Beyonders of the Upper City District … And the natural seal between the Upper City District and the Lower City District can create a certain level of isolation … How can the people of the upper class let the people of the lower class know what illness they have?
"This is an opportunity. Even if it goes out of control in the end, as long as everyone believes in the God of Immortality, everything will be fine … "
Dun Jun didn't realize that his gaze had become a little crazy.
Fang Xian looked at this scene and felt a little ashamed. Is he … affected by what I said just now?
Although he was only transmitting some normal information, he was already half-crazy!
There was a factor of madness in his rationality.
Coupled with the status of the Almighty, even the believers who just listened to his voice would suffer painful torture, but they would never get tired of it, as if they had awakened some strange hobby.
Apart from that, if they listened too much, they might be affected by the hidden madness, and become a little crazy and neurotic.
"Normal people … Who would think of using such a weapon?"
"Also, it's too crude … There's no guarantee that it won't spread and accidentally hurt people. If I'm not careful, this civilization will also be destroyed … I don't have much power to break the seal. I can save a few, but I can't save tens of thousands …"
Fang Xian smiled. "But … what does it have to do with me?"
The destruction of Uptown was indeed an opportunity for Dun Jun, an opportunity to break into the core area.
As for whether there would be any flaws in the implementation of the plan, that was not something he should think about.
…
Uptown.
Dun Jun, who had returned to the debauchery, disguised himself and came to a market for Beyonders.
This was a market where Beyonders traded, so everyone hid themselves.
He knew that this seemed to be a black market, but it was actually still controlled by the council in the core area.
Everything in the City of Steam was under the control of the council.
With this thought in mind, he walked into a room.
"Sir … What do you want to sell or buy?"
A waiter in a swallowtail immediately came up to him.
"I'm selling a piece of information, obtained from exploring ruins!"
Under the mask, Dun Jun said in a hoarse voice, "Part of the truth about the destruction of the prehistoric civilization …"
He curled his lips, knowing that this place was also controlled by the core area, and those big shots would not even buy it, but would directly read the information he provided.
Dun Jun's smile deepened. He took a pen and paper and wrote down the information about the dust disease.
He had already learned how to write, and this time, he deliberately used his extraordinary power to make his handwriting softer and more delicate.
"I'll put it up for sale here. Anyone who spends 100 yuan can see it."
Dun Jun smiled, and after that, he directly left the room.
The seed had been planted, and now all he needed to do was wait for the plague to ferment.
…
Underground, core area.
A palm covered with all kinds of precious rings gently stroked the seat.
He sat high on the throne, ruling the City of Steam and dominating everything here.
Even the extravagant life in the upper city was just a diversion for him.
His slender and powerful palm flipped through the documents, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, showing a look of interest. "Prehistoric ruins, part of the truth about the Cataclysm?"
He thought for a moment, quickly wrote a note, and put it in a long tube. He opened the armrest of the seat, and there was a pipe inside.
After the long tube was stuffed into the pipe, a series of machinery suddenly began to operate.
The long tube was transported to a certain place underground. The huge difference engine and the analysis engine roared, and the mechanical arm sorted through the information.
In a secret compartment, the information received today was sent to the conveyor belt, and was quickly transported through the pipe to his table.
Pa!
A metal box was opened, and new information emerged.
He happily grabbed the letter and began to read it carefully. His expression became puzzled. "Dust disease?"
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