Chapter 269 Strangers

While the first kill occurred at the customized banquet, several major shareholders of the Heavenly Gospel planning group were still discussing the marketing value of the new movie in the salon inside the terminal, and incidentally approved the newly launched mimicry sample test document.

That thing is almost a complete replica of the original sample, containing most of the characteristics that the Blood Source should have, and it has also undergone hundreds of improvements—it is said that it can now be transmitted directly through the air, overcoming the previous limitation of only being able to parasitize through flesh and blood contact. This is fucking hilarious; for example, you could just sneeze, say a few words to someone, or take a stroll around—and that person would be completely under your control.

If we're talking about more extreme methods—like continuous orgasms, forced intercourse, or inducing extreme pain illusions in his brain—then, looking at it from another angle, they could use it to train a devastatingly powerful army that would never break down. That would be perfect.

Next, a bunch of names and terms that Pandora had never heard of before were detected, yet they were quite familiar to her. This was because she had searched for related information online—she was amazed at how inhuman these idiots were, and she had gained a better understanding of the mind control circle. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have had the chance to resist in the future.

Mind control.

It really wasn't a good memory.

She immediately understood what she had to do.

After the data attack, the Heavenly Gospel planning team and the anti-hacking department were extremely busy, but they were currently at a loss. Pandora had used all the viruses that had hacked into the Jerusalem drama show. Those people were unprecedented, and it took them half a day just to analyze the code fragments of the first layer of attack.

Right now, she was hiding in that temple-like world again. He Yu's communications were quiet for a while, and then she had to keep a close eye on the experimental subjects who might come—everyone knew that the protection inside the airship was no joke—so she pulled up a new control panel and thought about how to avoid being flustered.

There were people talking on several wiretapped channels, the noise was deafening, and it hadn't stopped since she logged into the terminal.

On a palm-sized projection screen beneath Pandora's left hand, a live feed of another salon location was being monitored—they privately called Li Lin "Pervert"—and the group was complaining about why he kept making new movies for the public; they were profitable, but the films were just too stupid. One of the men, with his arm around a woman, laughed and said, "Maybe it's because no one can kill this creator."

She immediately recalled He Yu's words—"Of course I can kill him."

Then, the person in charge of the new movie poster heard someone exclaim in a affected, sarcastic tone: "Did you see the tagline? I'm dying of laughter—'After this king established a new kingdom, we got a completely new life.'"

"He is the Creator, the new God, and those wicked people in power will surely suffer the consequences."

"Because the Creator said that he would punish all the wicked in the world."

They went on to describe the image of the Creator at length, speaking in that disgusting tone, getting more and more excited as they went on, as if they were about to blow their own horn.

These dimwits, sipping alcohol, started chattering away, knowing full well that their conversation couldn't be overheard, so they switched the salon to private mode halfway through. Their discussion was so enthusiastic, their laughter so loud, Pandora had never seen gossip discussed so wildly.

So she spent some time disabling private mode, and in less than 27 seconds, she transmitted all the real-time monitoring and original recordings of the entire salon to the other members who were still busy at the board meeting—the scene suddenly became hilarious. However, she remained expressionless in the temple, thinking that this was more like it. She was too good at ruining other people's dreams, but the things she was busy with today could not be wrong in the slightest.

Therefore, when she saw He Yu walk out of the locker room covered in blood, the other communication channels immediately erupted into chaos, with someone shouting at the top of their lungs, "So the airship is starting to kill us already?"

"This person looks unfamiliar. Director, zoom in a bit to highlight the features of the image. Speaking of which, Mr. Li should be watching too, right?"

"Damn, something's not right."

"Where did this guy come from?!"

"The Bloodline of All Things does not have the ability to cut a person into pieces from a distance."

Pandora felt a strange sense of exhilaration. She had no grudge against these strangers, but she just felt…good. So she told herself that these people who were about to die were all highly individualistic artists, doing exactly the same things as the nobles in Jerusalem, trying to control others through various means. They were also part of countless symbols of power, and deserved to die.

She had no idea when the girl had appeared in the temple she had constructed. She probably slipped in through a vulnerability in the attack; she was only seventeen or eighteen, barely an adult. Her light blonde hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her appearance—if she went astray in the future, she would definitely be a pornographic queen.

As the incident occurred, Pandora was meticulously orchestrating the data virus attack on the salon when she suddenly heard a voice laugh, "Looking at you like this, I realize you do look a lot like Lilith, except your personality is just too awful."

When this name, which few people knew, was suddenly mentioned, she turned around sharply to look, and the person speaking was that girl.

The other person's face was covered in a string of code, clearly not quite used to this space. At this moment, they looked around at everything with curiosity and said with emotion, "You were originally just a branch of a forbidden object. Who taught you to influence the authority at the data level? That method looks familiar. 252, right?"

Pandora's brain short-circuited for a moment, and then the idiot who had just questioned her on the communication channel yelled again: "Who the hell is this?! How did outsiders get onto the airship?!"

"You've already asked me with the answer in mind, so what need is there for me to answer?" She came to her senses, already preparing herself to find an opportunity to kick the other person out of the temple.

"I just smelled it and came to take a look," the girl said. "It's one of the more potentially taboo items in the world."

"Haha, you're right."

The other person paused for a moment and added, "But that guy is too picky, you know? Like a man entering his career phase, he has too many worries and is very vain in expressing his dissatisfaction."

"I'm sorry, since you're just here to take a look and the 252 people aren't here, we don't have much to talk about."

Pandora clearly didn't want to waste any more time talking. Damn it, why is the data flowing so slowly? This is really weird.

The girl paused for a moment, then gave her a friendly smile, the expression of which was hard to guess—perhaps a prank, perhaps genuine, who knows?

She walked forward and said slowly, "It's alright, you have 252 fragments on you, that's enough."

Pandora immediately glared at her and asked warily, "What the hell do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the other person's smile grew even brighter.

"What I want to do? That's hard to say."