Chapter 205 Virtual Happiness

"And the key to my victory is the blood of all things."

“I regard this ability as… supreme, and although I am very reluctant to admit it, it is the secret to your rapid growth. If you are unsure whether you want to fully join the Holy Throne of the Heavenly Gospel, then I will tell you… this is your last chance in this life, and also our last trump card as human beings.”

"Do you want to die with passion and fervor in the great cause of resistance, or live your lives as cowards, becoming slaves to the powerful and wealthy?"

The hall fell silent for a moment. The VIPs and staff did not speak for a while until the dim light faded and countless prepared documents came in. The contents were exceptionally clear, tailored to each person, and even included a large amount of data from successful experimental subjects.

The unique radiance of the virtual world's deity in the hall had dissipated, leaving behind a space that was real and cold, yet the light from the fluorescent lamps also carried a lingering, otherworldly fragrance, outlining the bewildered faces of the crowd.

Countless people watched this departure, almost like a legendary myth. The bizarre and fantastical light and shadow disappeared, and the god they worshipped stepped into the unknown reality, waiting for his subjects to make a decision.

They were of course willing, and considered it all justified—for the great Creator of the new world, everyone was of one mind.

In the VIP lounge, Yu Jianchu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a glass of golden liquor in his hand. He raised his glass to celebrate as "Li Lin," who was telling the world how they were rebelling and making a declaration, appeared on the screen.

The merged data in the split-screen statistics skyrocketed. In this hall where everyone had become a believer, amidst the fervor and praise, after that grand declaration was uttered, an eerie silence fell, followed by… an echo. It was as if some flammable substance had reached its boiling point, undergoing an indescribable extreme transformation, becoming so pure and powerful that it seemed to freeze time and space.

Amidst the revelry, she chuckled and said, "Ah, the ideal state, such a magnificent paradise."

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March 7, 14:49:23.

Oxygen makes you feel refreshed.

Printer.

A job that He Yu relies on to make a living.

His daily routine involves printing three copies of the documents handed over by senior executives: one to keep at headquarters, one to be mailed to clients who need them, and the last one to be placed in the archives. Sometimes he needs to collect post-operative evaluations from clients who have agreed to undergo transplant surgery regarding the Blood of All Things—including changes in appetite, preferences, personality, and bloodlust.

Then, the printer who collects the important information must load it all into the database, format it into a spreadsheet, and send it to executives. Throughout this process, they must ensure that the data is completely accurate; the Bloodline bioengineering project must be flawless. Once everything is correct, they receive three-thousandths of the entire project's performance points, which every printer receives—provided they do their job well.

Since the beginning of the new human era, He Yu has been among the first employees invited to join the Gospel of Heaven—who knows what qualities he has that caught the founder's eye? In short, only a fool wouldn't take free money. He had lived a mediocre life for twenty-seven years, and this job that fell from the sky was like a gift from heaven.

But as time went on, he became somewhat numb.

Not only did he recently develop delusions and severe insomnia, but he also experienced a kind of sensory illusion that even he found strange.

Like idol marketing, Heaven's Gospel Company endlessly craved to cultivate a large group of kind, compassionate, powerful, and incredibly handsome subordinates, each with the image of that great man—Li Lin—smiling in the meeting hall in their minds. Their fanaticism reached an absurd level, investigating his favorite dessert flavors and the various video games he and Yu Jianchu played in their spare time—sometimes these people would even try to join in, not together, of course, because they believed that being able to play the same game was the closest they could get to the new god.

Many people were dreaming that if this new plan—the Blood Source of All Things—was fully implemented, then everyone could live in villas with private gardens, without having to work so hard, and could sleep as long as they wanted every day, without having to worry about anything else, and without feeling too much pain from the modification experiments.

And all he wanted to do was… damn it, He Yu didn’t want anything. He couldn’t find anything that could make him happy. The generous salary and job benefits were all just empty promises. Those idiots were like they were under a spell, taking care of this “god” and hoping he could make them happy… That’s not what he wanted at all. That’s too damn hypocritical, isn’t it? Just like when he underwent a modification experiment, and the idiots in the planning team said he wasn’t a match for the surgery.

So he simply couldn't do it; this dream, seemingly so sweet, always felt so unattainable.

He Yu felt as if something was binding his body, and he was currently... clearly unable to break the chain. So it became more and more embedded, attempting to secretly infuse the sweetest dream with poison and rotten blood, and ultimately drag all this beauty toward an eternally decaying hell and dark kingdom.

Thinking of this, he glanced at his colleague who was holding a phone and explaining to clients how great the Blood Source of All Things was and how different life would be after implantation.

There isn't a single normal person in this place.

Especially after that speech, everyone was like they'd been injected with adrenaline, as if the war had already begun. They couldn't wait to rush to the front lines and sneak into the enemy's territory to ask, "Hey buddy, do you know Heaven's Gospel Company? We recently launched a new project called—Blood Source of All Things. I swear you'll be very interested."

Isn't that fucking stupid?

Through his observations over the past few days, he has become increasingly convinced that the thing is no good.

"Damn... I still have insomnia, and I've developed delusions again."

He Yu pinched the bridge of his nose, temporarily putting these thoughts aside. He wondered if it was because of these mental illnesses, but he couldn't feel any real experiences. He only felt that everything he experienced was an illusion, like... a drama that had been designed and carefully staged by someone.

Hello, mail carrier.

Can you hear us calling out to you?

[Mr. Postman No. 0027-01221, we await your awakening.]

What you experienced were all virtual memories.

Distorted happiness is like discarded paint scribbled on a canvas by humans—merely for amusement.

Why haven't you woken up yet?

Hey, stop spacing out.

"Please print out two copies of this document for me, please."

A strong hand patted He Yu on the shoulder, pulling him out of his delirious ramblings.

When he came to his senses, his colleagues were all staring at him with strange looks.

"You look terrible, what happened?"