Chapter 200 Each with their own ulterior motives

"If you can't even tell what you want to kill or what you want to do, then you'd better die sooner rather than later."

Gore felt himself split apart, his soul and body separated into two independent entities. He turned to look at himself lying on the control room floor—clearly having a nightmare, as he had had too many.

"Hey, wake up."

He was deeply engrossed, and very quietly. He was just curled up in a ball, his body trembling, his hair completely soaked.

"Damn it, wake up! How can you still sleep?"

The man remained lost in his dream and did not respond, so Gore had to push him with his hand.

The moment the two separate entities collided, he felt his body tense up suddenly. The next second, Gore awoke from the dark realm of his dream, staring blankly into the void.

The illusory splitting and merging back into his body brought him back to full consciousness.

Gore stared around for a while, then realized he was still in the control room that had been custom-made for him—decorated in a very postmodern style, mainly in silver and gray, with simple and elegant lines, and all the necessary facilities. There was even a huge wine cabinet in the room, filled with high-end goods.

He paused for a few seconds, unsure of what he had just dreamed about, but in any case, he desperately wanted something to drink.

Gore walked straight over, showing no fear of the observers hiding outside the control room or the idiots in the salon—a basic psychological quality that the new generation of Eoubs must possess—even if you become a prisoner, you can't act too subservient.

This is especially true of the young people from the American Congress; they're usually like this. Most of the time, for these guys, Eoubs is practically a giant live-action game—you either play your part well or irresponsibly indulge in revelry. But occasionally, they desperately want to find speedrun tools to give meaning to everything, as if the survival of the entire world could be achieved in this way, leading to a perfect ending.

He grabbed a bottle of liquor, poured himself a full glass, and downed it three times before he felt alive again—it was fucking strong. Have these idiots been spending a lot of money on these two-faced pieces of junk lately?

Gore sat on the ground, unsure of what to do next. His access to forbidden items had been blocked, and the only thing left was the encrypted terminal that Sheen had given him, which was more than enough for surfing the internet.

He didn't hesitate for long before connecting directly to the satellite network and easily accessing the forum. Staring at the floating screen in his view—good heavens, in less than half a day, a new headline had appeared on the homepage: "The Powerful Kill Each Other? Gore, a High-Ranking Official in the Eastern Xia Branch B02, is Under House Arrest!"

The title was designed with gory fonts, and the background had dynamic flame effects. Members could click on it to see several bizarre images—it was truly an atmosphere of a dark age. Below it was a real photo of himself being carried into the control room by that group of people—with today's advanced photography technology, even a staff member in the access department could create a bunch of gossip news in the time it takes to pick their nose, and they could even add a bunch of great filters to make it look cinematic.

Gore was skeptical that these idiot clerks could scrape together any major news, but the people working at Eoubs... were actually capable of making things happen.

"After the higher-ups announced Mr. Roy's unauthorized use of the Mirror of Eternal Dreams, it's not hard to see the significance behind this—a declaration of America's sovereignty and leadership regarding forbidden objects," the post read. "Of course, while Mr. Roy has made many indelible contributions to the safety of all humanity, in my view, this is a warning from the ancient rulers of Euubs to other new operatives, warning them to stay in their place, recognize their position and identity, and that the authority of the rulers does not allow anyone to offend them."

"However... what if someone could truly awaken from the prison of the Mirror of Eternal Dreams? Then perhaps these newly born Gods of Slaughter would rebel again. They are young, powerful, and deadly, and they will not easily submit."

He finished reading the whole thing in no time and found that the idiot who wrote the post was incredibly arrogant, as if he were writing a declaration of war on one side of the world, or a courtier who wanted to start a war for the throne.

That's fucking amazing! You're a master at stirring up trouble, even more so than yourself, bro.

The post has already received over three million views and topped the forum's headlines three hours ago, thus becoming the cover headline.

—To be honest, the deaths of such a once-powerful and influential group in such a tragic manner are considered a heinous crime within the Eoubs circle, but compared to the great human achievements Roy always talks about… it's nothing at all. After all, the first thing he did upon returning from the Arctic Circle was to purge. Apparently, when he arrived at the New York Capitol, a group of high-ranking officials were taking a new hallucinogenic drug from the research department—it was called "Dietary Therapy." Roy actually let them experience what dietary therapy was like firsthand; those people bit each other and died within minutes, and their deaths were quite gruesome.

Eoubs has seen enough bizarre and meaningless deaths over the years.

But this time—all the deaths came from the hands of lower-level activists and even from within the elite. Their bodies were deliberately photographed and displayed on the forum's homepage as a memento, with a line of words under the title that read "The Theory of Repayment"—no matter who was hiding behind the registered members, they all sensed the truth in these bloody deaths.

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