"I am Fang Xian, President of the Federation. I am deeply saddened to tell all the people of the Federation that I have a sad news..."
…
Looking at the scene in the three people's memories, Fang Xian suddenly fell silent.
The man named Fang Xian and that face were indeed very familiar to him. Although it was not his future face, it was the face in the interstellar world!
"When did I become the supreme ruler of the Federation?"
"No... I was already dead at that time. All my flesh and blood were sacrificed to the giant eye in the starry sky. My true spirit was reincarnated, leaving nothing behind... Maybe he was pretending to be me? How could he have such evil intentions and specifically target me?
Gods, apart from the God of all things, I can’t think of another one..."
"But there is a more terrifying possibility. Maybe He is pretending to be me, or maybe He really replaced me in another timeline? It's unlikely... I have become Da Luo, and my own timeline has been completed.
After closing the loop, although there are some small flaws in this world, they will not be easily replaced..."
Fang Xian thought quickly, "Sure enough... the great cataclysm of this world is inextricably linked to the God of All Things... He used dust disease to eliminate most living things, and then reset the universe?"
"No... He does not have this kind of power. It is better to say that the spread of dust disease has caused an imbalance in the power of the universe, and many evil gods are active... and ultimately led to the destruction of the world..."
"And what is the purpose of the God of All Things?"
…
Fang Xian thought for a while and continued to look at Dreamland.
Although dust disease is terrifying, a true god can still easily solve it.
Dunjun knelt down and saw Smith and Vivian disappear.
They have completed their tasks and returned to different countries.
This scene made him feel a little disappointed.
Immediately afterwards, another kind of gibbering came.
"ah!"
Dunjun's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, almost as if they were about to explode.
He rolled on the ground, but he understood the great god's meaning.
That disease, the plague called ‘dust’, is spread through ‘content’!
To put it simply, as long as someone hears the relevant description or sees the relevant information, it will cause infection!
This is a mental disease! It has the terrifying property of spreading easily if you know it!
Although the disease on his own body was solved, it was only suppressed by using a trace of the great man's power.
simply put.
If Dunjun describes the information about the 'dust disease' to others, he will be fine, but it will definitely lead to the spread of the dust disease.
'This seems...an opportunity!'
'I have mastered a powerful weapon...a weapon that can easily overturn the rule of Uptown...'
A slightly crazy smile appeared on Dunjun's face.
Although he seemed to be addicted to all kinds of enjoyment in the uptown area, deep down in his heart, he had never forgotten that wish.
A plan to break uptown's dominance and make downtown no longer so bad.
'It is feasible. Even prehistoric civilizations can't resist the dust disease, and the extraordinary people in the upper city area can't resist it either... And the natural blockade between the upper city area and the lower city area can create a certain degree of isolation... How can people from upper class society
Will you let the lower class know what disease you have?'
'This is an opportunity. Even if we lose control in the end, as long as everyone believes in the immortal God together, everything will be fine...'
Dun Jun didn't realize that his eyes became a little crazy.
Fang Xian looked at this scene and felt a little ashamed in his heart, "Are you... affected by what I just said?"
Although he only conveyed some normal information, he was actually half crazy!
Reason contains an element of madness.
Coupled with the great person's personality, even believers who just listen to his voice will be tortured by pain, but they never tire of it, as if they have awakened some strange hobby.
In addition, if you listen too much, you may be affected by the hidden madness and become a little crazy and neurotic.
'Who in his right mind... would think of using such a weapon?'
'Moreover, it's too crude... There's no guarantee that it won't spread or cause accidental damage. If I'm not careful, this civilization will 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 or hundreds of thousands.
...'
A smile appeared on Fang Xian's lips, "But...what does it have to do with me?"
The demise of Shangcheng District is indeed an opportunity for Dunjun, 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 a question he should think about.
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Uptown.
Dunjun returned to the feasting and entertainment, and came to an extraordinary trading market in disguise.
This is the market where extraordinary people trade, and everyone hides their identities.
He knew that this place looked like a black market, but in fact it was still controlled by the council in the core area.
Everything in the entire Steam City is under the control of the Parliament.
With this thought in mind, he walked into a room.
"What does the customer...need to sell or acquire?"
A waiter in a tuxedo greeted him immediately.
"Selling a piece of information, obtained from exploring the ruins!"
Under the mask, Dun Jun said in a hoarse voice, "Part of the truth about the destruction of prehistoric civilization..."
The corner of his mouth curled up, knowing that this place was also controlled by the core area, and those big guys would not even buy it, but would directly read the information he gave.
The smile on Dunjun's lips became deeper and deeper. He took a pen and paper and wrote down information about dust disease.
He has learned to write, and this time, he deliberately used his extraordinary ability to make his handwriting softer and more delicate.
"I will consign it here, and everyone who spends 100 yuan can see it."
Dun Jun smiled slightly, and after finishing speaking, he left the room directly.
The seeds have been planted, and all that remains is to wait for the plague to ferment.
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Underground, core area.
A palm covered with various treasure rings gently caressed the seat.
He sits high on the throne, rules the City of Steam, and dominates everything here.
Even the extravagant and extravagant life in the uptown area is just a change for him.
He flipped through the documents with his slender and powerful palms, and his eyes suddenly focused, with an expression of interest: "Prehistoric ruins, part of the truth about the catastrophe?"
He thought for a while, quickly wrote a note, put it in a long tube, opened the armrest of the seat, and there was a pipe inside.
After inserting the long tube into the channel, a series of machines immediately started running.
After the long tube was transported, it arrived somewhere underground. The huge differential engine and analytical engine roared, and the robotic arm sorted information one after another.
In a certain secret compartment, the message received today was sent to the conveyor belt, transported quickly, passed through the pipe, and arrived on his desk.
Snapped!
When an iron box is opened, brand new information emerges.
He grabbed the letter with enjoyment and began to read it in detail, his expression becoming confused "Dust disease?"