Chapter 195: What to Use to Fight Calamity?
After nightfall, at the Siye Association Headquarters, in an office separated by a wall from Observation Room No. 2.
The Wordless Book stared blankly at the computer screen on the desk, fingers flying over the keys.
Accompanied by the intermittent sound of typing, one line after another slowly filled the blank document.
Her typing speed was slow, but this was already the result of her learning from the Void for some time; three months ago, all the documents she handled were still handwritten with a brush.
[……Based on the information compiled and analyzed by various departments of the Siye Association, it is proposed to raise the threat level of Yumen Pass…]
When she wrote this sentence, the Wordless Book paused for a moment and raised her hand to rub her slightly swollen forehead.
What the hell is that guy Void doing?
He was let into Yumen Pass to eliminate the threat, but why has the situation worsened since he entered? the Wordless Book wondered.
Just half an hour ago, Observation Room No. 2 detected that the previously stabilized level of Night Corruption around Yumen Pass had surged again, entering a state of continuous increase. In addition, the originally stable Calamity Response rose from 69.3% to 83.2%.
If Night Corruption were compared to an internal illness of a person, then Calamity Response would be the external symptoms caused by that illness, just like the relationship between a viral infection and the series of symptoms it produces.
Generally speaking, exceeding a 45% Calamity Response already poses a risk of annihilation for a small city; in terms of the human body, that indicates a severe illness. An 83.2% Calamity Response, once it erupts, is a deadly disease that wouldn’t even allow time for the ICU.
The report that the Wordless Book was drafting could be considered, from a certain perspective, as Yumen Pass’s “critical illness notice.” Once completed, it not only needed to be uploaded to the Siye Association’s archives but would also be forwarded to various relevant Spirit Energy Organizations a few hours later.
But…
If this kind of news gets out, it would be a disaster?
Forget about forty-eight hours; those major Spirit Energy Organizations opposed to the Miracle Cult would probably not be able to sit still for even a second! thought the Wordless Book.
Just as she hesitated on whether to complete the report and upload it quickly, the office door suddenly opened, and Zhang Hainan appeared at the doorway.
“Oh! Writing a report? Good for you!” he said, seemingly casually glancing at the report on the Wordless Book’s computer screen, then stroking his beard with a smile as he delivered a bombshell news, “My old friend, do you think I have been out of action for too long, causing those guys to forget how they used to get beaten?”
“……” The Wordless Book evaluated Zhang Hainan with some impatience, saying, “Just say what you want; no need to ramble.”
People say the older one gets, the more benevolent and calm they become. How come this guy, despite his age, is still so irritable?
“I just think it’s too much of an insult for those guys to promise a forty-eight-hour window on the surface while secretly sending people to infiltrate Z Country and getting closer to Yumen Pass.” Zhang Hainan said, hinting at something, his gaze subtly drifting towards the screen in front of the Wordless Book.
After a pause, he withdrew his gaze, waved his hand, and said, “Never mind, I’m just complaining after all; they did give us forty-eight hours on the surface, right?”
When speaking, he deliberately emphasized the words “forty-eight hours.”
Noticing Zhang Hainan’s implied hint in his gaze and words, the Wordless Book paused for a moment, quickly catching on, turned to the screen, and pressed the [BACKSPACE] key, deleting the segment about raising the threat level of Yumen Pass.
Zhang Hainan’s reminder was already obvious. The major Spirit Energy Organizations, without consulting the Siye Association, sneaked people into Z Country near Yumen Pass, and there was no need for the Siye Association to inform them about the changes around Yumen Pass.
Seeing this, Zhang Hainan nodded in satisfaction, turned around with his hands behind his back, and leisurely walked out, “Alright, my friend, I’m done complaining. You carry on; I’ll take my leave now.”
Glancing at Zhang Hainan’s figure disappearing behind the door, the Wordless Book looked back at the screen, resumed typing, and left the words [……No special changes at Yumen Pass] on the report.
In this way, everything was even!
This is like some rivers having barriers erected with signs saying [Deep Water, No Swimming] hung up, yet people still insist on swimming and end up drowning—it’s their own fault.
Right now, the waters of Yumen Pass are far too deep…
You promised forty-eight hours; while sneaking over, whatever accident occurs has nothing to do with the Siye Association, right?
How could I possibly warn you about the danger when I didn’t even know someone was there?
The Wordless Book thought as she uploaded the report, stood up, and left the office, heading towards the Siye Association Headquarters. After leaving the Siye Association Headquarters for about a kilometer, she took out her phone and sent a message to a contact named “Bugs.”
Wordless Book: “Situation has changed, send in another avatar.”
Bugs: “?”
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Although Lu Yibei didn’t understand why the Hong Bian Monk suddenly sought her out, she guessed that the invitation from him might be a trap, but ultimately she still received the invitation delivered by a young monk under her command.
Firstly, this was very likely a key item to trigger the true ending of the “Large DLC of Yumen Pass.”
Before this, her attention had been focused on stopping the mainline event that caused Yumen Pass to remain sealed for a thousand years—the invasion of the Shaman Queen—thinking that as long as she stopped the flames of war from reaching Yumen Pass, the outcome would change. But now it seemed that beneath that mainline event, there was also a hidden line.
Secondly, the First Generation Miracle Saint, Hong Bian, was currently the most powerful being within Yumen Pass, a genuine Cataclysm Grade. If he was determined to meet “Shen Baiwei,” there’s no way “Shen Baiwei” could hide!
Lu Yibei had already learned this deeply from “that man.”
However, for safety’s sake, Lu Yibei made a special trip to the abandoned woodshed of the Dai Mu Institute before setting off to find the real Shen Baiwei.
They said they wanted to meet Shen Baiwei, not Lu Yibei, what if?
Taking a thousand steps back, if things don’t seem right, perhaps she could rely on Shen Baiwei to save her and avoid danger.
Isn’t it basic operation to save a backup before facing the final boss?
Although she didn’t know exactly how to make Shen Baiwei save progress, if worse comes to worst, just stabbing her in a vital area would likely induce a critical state; she couldn’t possibly not seek to save herself when facing d*ath…
However, Shen Baiwei herself would definitely not be pleased about such a thing. The moment Lu Yibei dragged her by the back of her collar, lifting her like a little cat from the woodshed, she couldn’t help but shout at Lu Yibei, “Calamity, what do you want to do?!”
“Don’t think that sealing my Spirit Energy will help if you go hard on me! Don’t say I didn’t warn you, I don’t respond to either soft or hard approaches…”
“Shh—!” Lu Yibei signaled Shen Baiwei to be quiet, looked around, and leaned closer to her, whispering, “Aren’t you worried about what others here might hear you say, affecting the past? Is it really okay to shout like this?”
Shen Baiwei, “……”
Good, this was the reaction she wanted! This guy was indeed worried that contact with the people here would affect the “past,” so he was trying hard to restrain himself, Lu Yibei thought.
Seeing that Shen Baiwei was just as she surmised, very concerned about this issue, she continued to guide her, “If I were you, I would keep quiet and minimize my presence as much as possible.”
“……” Shen Baiwei opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but could not.
Although she was very reluctant to admit this, and the feeling of being grasped at a sore spot by Calamity was very unpleasant, it had to be said that Calamity’s words were very reasonable.
Indeed, it’s about keeping quiet, lowering presence. Whether being confined in an abandoned woodshed or somewhere else, as long as she doesn’t speak, act, or make contact, everything would be fine! Shen Baiwei thought, having just established her mental defense when Lu Yibei’s next words broke through her barriers.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to meet someone, the living First Generation Miracle Saint!”
After saying that, she pulled Shen Baiwei’s hand and walked forward.
After taking just a few steps outside, Shen Baiwei came to her senses, her eyes wide, her body squatting down in a posture like a child trying to avoid walking with a parent. She forcefully dragged Lu Yibei in place, shaking her head vigorously, “I’m not going, I’m not going! You go by yourself!”
Lu Yibei turned around, tilted her head to look at Shen Baiwei, “Hey? Didn’t you want to make a wish with him? If you’re making a wish, living is definitely more reliable than being dead, right?”
“I…” Shen Baiwei instinctively wanted to refute Lu Yibei, but before the words could escape her mouth, a hint of wavering emerged in her heart.
Making a wish to the living, peak-time First Generation Miracle Saint was far too tempting for her.
No, wait! Shen Baiwei, what are you thinking? Contacting a Cataclysm Grade being from the “past” could have a more significant impact on history than contact with a thousand ordinary people, let alone making a wish to Him.
Shen Baiwei thought, forcing herself to dispel the rising temptation, resisting it, “I don’t want to; I’d rather not make a wish than come into contact with that guy!”
“That’s not up to you!” Lu Yibei said expressionlessly, “He specifically named Shen Baiwei; do you think you can hide from him?”
After saying that, she dragged Shen Baiwei, continuing towards the exit of the Dai Mu Institute.
Being dragged along, Shen Baiwei was immersed in the confusion of hearing her name mentioned by the First Generation Miracle Saint. She instinctively struggled a few times, finally coming back to her senses and shouting, “b*stard! You’re the one impersonating me! He’s meeting you, not me…”
“Shh!” Lu Yibei once again made a quiet sign to Shen Baiwei, her eyes innocently asking, “Miss Shen, didn’t you decide to stay quiet? Is it really okay to shout like this?”
Since she had discovered Shen Baiwei’s weakness, she would fully exploit it—this is Lu Yibei’s nature.
“To be honest, I also believe the First Generation Miracle Saint wants to see me, but I insisted on bringing you along in case of crisis to have you save a backup. After all, you have no way to resist, right?”
“If you want to call for help, feel free to shout; if necessary, I can even help you shout!”
Listening to Lu Yibei’s nonchalant words, Shen Baiwei gradually clenched her fists, her chest rising and falling violently, but soon after, she relaxed her fists and let them droop.
From Long Bang and the other Longxiang Army Soldiers’ attitude towards Calamity, calling for help would likely be useless; not only could it affect the “past,” but no one would come to help her.
Just like a classic movie line states, “The referee and the organizer” are both on Calamity’s side. What do I have to fight against Calamity?
With the advantage of being unafraid of the punishment of time, Calamity was already unbeatable.
Thus, Shen Baiwei was dragged like a dead dog by Lu Yibei from Dai Mu Institute to the location written in the invitation—Zawen Temple.
