Chapter 272 Main Road

Hamilton had a dream.

He dreamt of Li Lin, the master of this virtual world and the creator beloved by the believers.

It's absurd. Although he had never met this idiot before, in his dream, the other person beckoned to him very kindly, signaling him to come over and enter a rather large temple together.

The scene was like a frame frozen in time—Li Lin stood on an ordinary street, holding a briefcase, casually glancing at the corpse beside him. His attire was the same as at that lecture—a crudely made work uniform stained with chemical raw materials and chemicals, the streetlights on both sides shining brightly, casting a highlight on him—truly a stage that appeared simple, but was incredibly cruel inside.

It was so divine that it seemed as if all human aspects had vanished under the light of those two beams of light, while the person in question stood calmly amidst the smoke, like a god who had been sacrificed and was now being offered up to demand more offerings.

Hamilton's gaze involuntarily drifted away, and he saw more clearly the countless corpses piled up at his feet, stretching out like a snooker table across the deathly silent and gloomy streets.

"Come quick! Don't you all love massacres?"

There's a saying within the Eoubs circle that neither Sharon nor the high-ranking members of Parliament could truly accept large-scale massacres, but they always managed to mess up the taboo control mission so badly—so these idiots had to talk about it every single day and try to understand why the population problem hadn't improved after so many deaths. But Hamilton didn't think that way…or rather, for some people who simply couldn't be bothered with the deaths of others, it was utterly insignificant, and that's certainly true.

But people love to keep talking about it because as long as they can remember to discuss these topics, then those endless, already-extinct consumables will have no complaints, and can even provide some entertainment.

Many years have passed, and because so many people have died, so many stories are involved in that abyss that even hundreds of thousands or tens of millions of observers cannot record.

The immense influence of Eoubs, and all the good and bad consequences it has created over decades, are built upon the countless corpses that have accumulated around him.

If these operatives were bound to forbidden objects, tasked with carrying knives to the rack, then Li Lin's rack was undoubtedly the highest at this moment. The souls of billions of people, the evil he had created in this world, had already reached the clouds.

This ideal world of the Mirror of Eternal Dreams is so blood-soaked that it is about to engulf everything.

Hamilton woke up immediately.

The sky outside the car window was already getting dark. He leaned back in his seat for a while, thinking how unlucky it was to dream of such an absurd thing. He guessed it was because he had been thinking about how to eliminate all the other useless people these past few days and had overworked his brain.

Although they were in another world, in reality, the reputation of these expedition members was growing stronger and stronger—which was not good. The powerful and wealthy were probably all guessing who would come out alive in the end. It felt like the ropes hanging on a tortured person were getting tighter and tighter, and they were not going to let you have an easy time.

Of course, they won't suspect you at all, and they certainly won't want to kill you. They'll just focus more and more attention on you in order to find better and more useful tools—please, that's not something that will make you happy.

Hamilton just wanted to end it all as soon as possible, no matter how many people were involved.

He'd had enough.

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N76, a desolate highway area thirty kilometers outside the base.

The divisions of non-jurisdictional areas are not arranged in a regular pattern, but rather in a very chaotic form.

It is said that after Li Lin founded the Gospel of Heaven, the entire American continent began to move, and all residents and believers called it divine power, thus separating usable resources from useless people.

Their destination was Area N89, but for some reason, the air was filled with snowflake-like ash. The composition of this substance was a mystery; perhaps it contained too many cheap genetic products, and excessive contact would cause mutations. Therefore, only the most daring dared to enter.

The main road was wide and teeming with all sorts of people, and arson, murder, and robbery were common occurrences. Generally, bandits would observe the strength of passersby from their posts before making a move. But no one dared to target a traveler of Hamilton's stature, unless they were completely out of their mind.

Leaving aside the remaining hundred fully armed operatives and bloodline-modified soldiers, the twenty-seven large military armored vehicles alone could crush any creature on the road. Hamilton and Zelda were in the middle vehicle, and the leader was a Class C operative. Because he had worked under the head of N89 District, he was able to serve as the team leader for this trip.

As for Catherine...

The guy was sitting on a two-seater motorcycle with a bitter and resentful look on his face. He looked extremely tired and empty, and he was still regretting that he should never have gone to find Zelda, that bastard. He was so unlucky that he went to outer space.

She was very curious about what had happened among these operatives who were the main fighting force. She and Zelda were not the first to enter the Siberian infected zone together. The reinforcements' mission was replaced by the Mirror of Eternal Dreams less than two hours after it started. Something must have happened.

After all, almost everyone in the Euubs circle was there. The top fifteen combat operatives from the Americas were sent, along with a man who supposedly took down Joseph and Sharon's inner circle. These tough guys were reinforcements who arrived before them, and the fact that they couldn't control the infection source was utterly absurd. Katherine suddenly had a flash of inspiration—although Zelda's character was incredibly incompetent, she was still on par with her. Yet she was such a sycophant towards Hamilton. Could that guy be so powerful that he could indiscriminately kill the other operatives in the same batch? That's way too exaggerated.

But even such a formidable figure is now gathering other forces to make preparations.

I really can't figure it out.

Inside the armored vehicle.

Hamilton felt his subordinate's heartbeat quicken, but he didn't pay it any mind.

Listen to what Zelda said.

The head of District N89 also regained his memories of the present world, and instead of colluding with Li Lin, he became a local tyrant in this desolate, uncontrolled area. This person's original characteristics were terrible, but he seemed to have come into contact with some kind of great power, and overnight he transformed into an absurdly powerful expert, almost on par with his mother's B-rank.

"Sounds like a pretty good piece of trash."

"Besides that? Is there any other important information?"