"Is this the prophet?" Markarian asked in a secret base located in the northern part of the Federation, looking at some old women in the life-support cabin.
The other person's facial features and temperament still look like that of a young man, but his skin is sagging, wrinkles have appeared, and his facial muscles have sunk, giving off a strong air of twilight that makes it difficult to tell his exact age at a glance.
"Yes, Lord Markarian." Aslan stood aside respectfully: "The information we received said that she has jumped out of the time stream many times and seen the future of this world."
Mrs. Generosity stood on the other side of the life-saving cabin with a hint of curiosity on her face: "The supernatural abilities in this world are so amazing. Their understanding of time is only at the most superficial stage, but some people can read the time instinctively.
.”
"I'm sorry, Madam. I'm afraid that except for you, the rest of us are no better than the natives of this world in this regard." Markarian lightly praised Madam Generous.
Although they come from the same civilization, their speed of thinking, intensity of consciousness, and even the breadth of their soul spectrum are all different.
Although Mrs. Generosity is not yet the Supreme, she certainly received additional computing power subsidies from the three major committees.
To put it bluntly, the things that Markarian has thought about in the past hundred years may not be as much as the data processed by Mrs. Generosity in a year.
Maybe the opponent's current body only contains one-third of the personification, and the other two-thirds are still in the Glory City.
"The mortal body can never understand the mystery of time. We are equal." Mrs. Generous did not care about these false flattery at all: "She cannot see our existence in her vision of the future. I am afraid that the ability of the prophet depends on Gai.
It is driven by sub-will as a carrier, and we cannot possess this ability."
"Yes, madam, we have already tried it, and it is another ineffective ability." Aslan explained immediately.
"Wake her up, we need to talk to her." Markarian looked at Mrs. Generous who came to join in the fun. He did not invite this privileged person to participate in this operation, but since the other party was here, he could only do his best.
Interference may be eliminated.
As the temperature in the life-support cabin recovered, the prophet gradually regained consciousness. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Mrs. Generosity's face that was too perfect to be human, and then she smiled bitterly.
"Welcome to be our guest here, Prophet." Markarian wrapped the blanket around the Prophet in a gentlemanly manner, and the air-conditioning vent above blew 32-degree warm air in a timely manner.
"It seems that my little trick failed to hide from your eyes." The prophet took the hot drink from Mrs. Generous and leaned weakly on the life-saving cabin. While recovering his strength, he looked around.
The spotless metal walls and insulated floors have the words "Federal Military Property" printed on them. An artificial green landscape strip of less than ten square meters in front is sealed behind glass, making the place look less cramped.
"If it weren't for your subordinates being so capable, I'm afraid we wouldn't have discovered that you actually put yourself in danger." Markarian said with a smile: "They destroyed our body base in Antarctica, and you achieved a staged victory.
As players, our biggest problem now is not enough physical bodies."
"Because of this, we had to re-inventory those bodies that we had not lost." Yaslan continued to introduce under Markarian's signal: "Then we discovered that there was a body that was supposed to be with other bodies.
The warehouse whose address was leaked at the same time actually survived, and a body that was not included in the records also appeared inside."
"I'm sorry, Prophet, but there is no point in just changing the local data. All bodies are backed up in the central database." Aslan said pretending to be regretful.
The prophet finished the hot drink slowly, glanced at Mrs. Generosity gratefully, and put the cup next to her: "In that case, what do you hope to achieve by holding me hostage? Are you short of money? I do still have a lot of savings, I'm afraid.
Other than that, there's nothing I can do to help."
"You misunderstood, madam, we are here to discuss cooperation." Markarian paused: "You can change your clothes first, and we will talk later."
"I don't think that's necessary, otherwise you'll have to lose all your clothes when you're cleaning later." Although the prophet was only wrapped in a blanket, he looked as if he was wearing fine clothes.
"We are all civilized people and will not hurt an unarmed lady." Markarian still smiled: "I come here with sincerity. I must make it clear that you and your allies have always treated us like this.
I’m afraid players are all biased.”
The prophet seemed to be more interested in the green landscape beside Markarian. His eyes were looking there in a daze. After a while, he replied: "Sorry, I was distracted. What did you just say?"
Markarian was not irritated, he just spoke again: "Why don't you first listen to the content of the cooperation and our conditions?"
"We hope to cooperate with you to fight against the Seven Deadly Sins." Markarian said something that made the prophet laugh.
But Markarian was not interrupted by the prophet's smile: "I know, what I said sounds ridiculous, but you should understand that you have seen those futures, haven't you? Isn't a world ruled by the Seven Deadly Sins worse than a world ruled by the Seven Deadly Sins?
Is the world we descend into a better world?”
The prophet stopped laughing. She didn't want to find out who had revealed to these pioneers what she had seen in other timelines. It was meaningless.
Moreover, many high-level officials of the Ark organization know that the original purpose of establishing this organization was not to target the pioneers and players, but to prevent the Seven Deadly Sins.
"I know that the way we came and many of our actions are against your moral values." Markarian revealed his shortcomings: "But these can be discussed. I have always felt that the identity of players does not completely define our existence.
Maybe the word outsider is more appropriate."
"Like those outsiders on the Mayflower?" the prophet asked sarcastically. This time Markarian was stuck. He had no idea what the Mayflower represented.
Fortunately, Mrs. Generosity is knowledgeable about ancient and modern times: "You use the Mayflower to mock us, and I can also use the same example to refute. The colonists on the Mayflower eventually established one of the most powerful countries in the world.
Its existence has profoundly affected the world. From the perspective of human civilization as a whole, this is undoubtedly a beneficial event."
"Haha, it's a pity that we are Indians." The prophet was unmoved. She was fighting coughs with a few pioneers here just to relieve her boredom.
"You have been fantasizing about contact with extraterrestrial life since a hundred years ago. You have launched deep space probes with the location and language of your planet, and launched countless electromagnetic waves seeking a response." Markarian ignored it.
The debate on the Mayflower continued at its own pace: "Now, we are here. Although the method is not the same as you imagined, this is the third kind of contact after all."
"Have you seen the Men in Black series of movies? Classic old movies, by the way, don't watch the fourth one, that one is too bad." The prophet picked up the cup and asked Mrs. Generous: "Can I have another cup? I feel like it.
I haven’t had any water for a while.”
"Madam, think about the tragedies you will see in the future. The damage caused by the Seven Deadly Sins to this world is much greater than ours." Markarian ignored the prophet's unclear nonsense: "If you are willing to cooperate, we
You can promise to reduce the number of arrivals and extend the time of arrival as much as possible, for example, 10,000 people will arrive every ten years."
"In addition, we can also work with your government to establish a Advent management organization to jointly restrain the Advent's actions." Markarian began to come up with specific chips: "We are not irrational lunatics.
And with all due respect, there are many such lunatics in your world!"
The prophet quite agrees with this.
"You woke me up suddenly and told me so much nonsense. You meant that you wanted to cooperate, and you were still in such an underground military base." The prophet asked with a half-smile: "So I guess,
Tang Ji killed you very badly?"
"He is just an individual and has nothing to do with the overall situation." Markarian is very patient: "We can start cooperation from the most basic place. For example, after reaching a cooperation agreement, we will stop randomly kidnapping bodies, and instead use
The leasing system and the system provide a specific and guaranteed contract that clearly stipulates rights and obligations and guarantees the time of use.”
The prophet frowned. She heard enough feasibility from Markarian's words. She didn't even dare to think about what the world would be like if the other party really started to implement this method.
"Why me?" The prophet began to take the matter seriously. She further asked: "You can cooperate with anyone, why me?"
"Because you are the founder of the Ark Organization, you have enough prestige in the superhuman circle. If you are willing to cooperate and endorse us, it will greatly promote the integration of both of us." Markarian said with some enthusiasm.
: "There is no one more suitable than you."
"Then, if we start to cooperate, what are you going to do?" The prophet continued to test: "Will you players abide by our legal system? How should we punish players who kill people? They can only hide in the body.
souls? What will be the outcome of the organizations that are fighting against you now?"
"Madam, we can talk about these slowly." Markarian smiled: "Your world is full of unknowns to us. Believe me, we can just be curious tourists and experiencers."
"What benefits can we get from this?" The prophet raised his eyebrows slightly, and the other party's evasive answer obviously did not intend to reveal more.
"Isn't it a good thing that we can both coexist peacefully?" Markarian asked: "This kind of cooperation can stop your world from sliding towards the edge of destruction."
"What you mean is that this cooperation can pull our world back fifty meters from that road, and it will fall down after decades, or even hundreds of years, right?" The prophet felt that the other party's negotiation method
It's a bit insulting to myself.
When the other party was drawing the cake, he was not even willing to make the cake rounder!
"Isn't this enough, madam?" Markarian was annoyed by this woman's greed: "We even generously allow your generation, and even your direct descendants, to live in a familiar world without having to face the world.
Isn’t the desperate situation of the doomsday enough?”
"Ha!" The prophet took the newly poured hot drink from Mrs. Generous's hand and poured it directly on Markarian's face: "This is my answer!"
Markarian's eyes were poured with hot liquid, and he closed his eyes tightly without speaking for a long time.
"Can you really feel pain?" the prophet asked, and then asked and answered himself: "No, you don't feel pain, it's this body that hurts, and the body feeds you a signal, telling you that this feeling is pain.
, and you felt nothing."
"You are rejecting a good opportunity. You should know that even without you, we can cooperate with others." Markarian slowly opened his eyes and looked at the prophet: "When we arrive in this world, its fate will be
It’s already doomed.”
"Since you are so confident, just freeze me back. It's rare for me to sleep for so long." The prophet laughed nonchalantly: "Wake me up again when you are ready to completely destroy this world, and let me see
Your victory."
"I suggest you seriously consider..." Markarian wanted to say something else, but he was interrupted by the prophet.
"Have a rest. I guess Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji are chasing you with no way to heaven and no way to earth, so you place your bet on me." The prophet held the cup and felt the residual warmth on it.
: "I admit that your plan is indeed feasible. After all, you control the federal government, but the main reason why you woke me up is that I can influence the Ark Organization and Wang Zhengdao."
"Your target is Tangji." The prophet said categorically: "You need me to separate them and give you an opportunity."
"You know very well that even if the world is on your side, Tang Ji will not compromise. He will not stop. The reason why he confronted you in the first place has nothing to do with the world. He doesn't care at all." The prophet said somewhat.
He smiled happily and said: "Unless you can resurrect the dead, he will be your nightmare."
"She won, she saw through you completely." Mrs. Generosity watched the entire conversation and said with interest: "From beginning to end, she analyzed various possibilities based on the information you gave, and selected all the correct answers.
The answer is a simple but effective game."
Markarian remained silent, thinking about where he started to fail.
The prophet raised his glass to Mrs. Generosity again: "I'm sorry, want another glass? The one just was wasted."
Her heart was not as calm as she showed. The cooperation plan told by the man made the prophet see a darker future.
In that future, heroes are discredited, soldiers die from bullets in the back, and capitulationism and appeasement are rampant...