Chapter 346 Whose Vow

Not long after Sheen brought Ethan home, just as she was about to go grocery shopping with Pandora, the higher-ups suddenly summoned her to the salon—ostensibly to say they needed to understand some details about the internal workings of the Gospel of Heaven, but the real meaning... well, it wasn't that simple.

Whether before or after the replacement, she tried her best to avoid getting close to them—for no other reason than that she felt that the place was like a void outside of reincarnation, a cage that only existed in her imagination—it always remained elegant and expensive, the interior still had fireplaces burning, and the guests were always well-mannered; this image would probably never change.

Before setting off, she took several injections of suppressants and chose a gray casual outfit—it would be convenient to move around in, at least it wouldn't get in the way when killing people, who knows if those powerful people really became human—and then she stepped into the salon.

The interior was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the rich scent of sandalwood and agarwood. The overall layout was also very similar to when she last visited.

Sheen stopped at the doorway, not going in immediately. She still couldn't accept a group of people surrounding her and talking about noble topics like humanity and taboos. If she was lucky, they would talk about those things.

"Mr. Roy has really left us a mess to clean up."

A few seconds later, a man by the fireplace spoke.

“That’s right, no one could have imagined that the Eoubs of the original node would be so corrupt. Although we have always prioritized obedience to orders and the safety of humanity, the laws of this world are simply too absurd.”

Soon, someone else took over the conversation.

"They really are criticizing me," Sheen thought, though their tone of voice remained as polite as ever, as if they were talking about some after-dinner entertainment rather than the most desperate cause in the world.

She thought about it for a moment, and then went inside. Immediately, people looked up at her.

"Ms. Sheen, welcome to this place. Please make yourself at home. Would you like some wine or a beverage?"

"I'm not used to that, thank you."

She exchanged a few polite words, then picked an empty seat and sat down, her gaze sweeping over them.

“Whether it’s technological development or the control of forbidden items, the level of the original node is not much different from other worlds we have experienced. The problem lies only with those operatives.” At this moment, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair spoke up. Sheen was very familiar with the man’s expression and demeanor—the kind of distress and helplessness a market reviewer would have when faced with a poorly made product.

He paused, then continued, "The annual mortality rate of the control missions, the conversion rate of the mental pollution values ​​of the operatives, and the number of prohibited substances reaching the critical point have all exceeded the normal threshold. It's just a matter of all of humanity holding hands to watch a nuclear fireworks show."

"Tell me about those operatives."

"He Yu? To be honest, I quite like him. He's brave and resourceful, and he knows who needs to be sacrificed. That's the kind of person Eoubs lacks the most."

“He understands what ‘all things’ means, but he’s probably still an unstable factor.” Someone chuckled, as if they’d heard a funny story. “In my opinion, Stanford is the most suitable candidate for the annihilation plan. A heartless operative who exists solely for revenge is the most capable, especially since he understands ‘death’.”

“Then I’ll vote for Hebrew. The most important thing in this world is knowledge, which is above all else. Everything that scholars comprehend is a treasure for mankind.”

These words sparked a discussion, and Sheen suddenly felt like an outsider, wanting to leave.

She sat in the corner next to the conversation, listening to the scheming and hints, and found it all very boring.

Sheen took the opportunity to glance at the updated forum messages in the terminal. For the entire Eoubs, the news of the three candidates breaking free from the Mirror of Eternal Dreams was everywhere and extremely gossipy. Everyone was waiting for these heroes to show up and say a few words.

Since the series of executions, these news stories have spread like wildfire, with the same sensational and fabricated content appearing on the homepages of every forum.

—The Mirror of Eternal Dreams has collapsed and completely lost its vitality. The Heavenly Gospel, which served as its vessel, is also free from any infection. The once enormous forbidden object now appears so fragile, turning into an experimental subject that countless people want to explore, and falling into the darkness below.

Such overwhelming pessimism is like a play.

"The situation is extremely urgent. We must use our existing resources to develop a strategy centered around a key figure." Someone else said, "Whoever it is—He Yu, Stanford, or even that delusional Hebrew—as long as they make a clear statement or say a few words to appease the other branch leaders, our plan to advance into the fluctuation layer together will work..."

"That would take too long, and who knows if the three of them have any personal grudges?"

"What can we do then? I'm already prepared to call out all the top-ranked B-level and above members for a fight to the death."

They discussed the issue for quite a while, speaking in a serious and planned manner.

Sheen felt bored again, so she went to watch the live stream from other continents—live cameras captured Stanford walking through the South African armed group, talking to a girl with an unusually gentle and patient expression.

Upon seeing the two emerge, the crowd surrounding the headquarters erupted in unimaginable screams and roars, surging forward in a frenzy.

A clerk from the access department—carrying various documents and dressed like he was going to someone's funeral—broke through the security perimeter and brazenly shouted at Stanford, "Mr. Head of the Department! May I ask... what are your thoughts on the fact that several continents are preparing to launch a joint attack on Wave Layer 2!"

An operative who arrived late rushed over and tried to drag him away, but Stanford made a gesture and the man stepped back.

“I think this is a change... at least Eoubs is finally acting like a human being.”

He answered so calmly.

The interviewer stared blankly at Stanford's face, then smiled, but the expression was so fanatical that it even seemed to carry a sense of blind following.

"However, I will help them get this done."

Everyone present held their breath. The person in charge laughed, as if the world was about to be taken over by him and no one had the power to oppose him.

"I will make everyone's wishes come true."

"It's not just me who thinks this way; the other two candidates... share the same view."

He said it again.

Upon hearing this, Sheen immediately shuddered, feeling inexplicably nauseous. She logged out of the terminal, thinking that what she had just seen was far too exaggerated, as if a red-hot charcoal had been shoved into her stomach.

"That's fucking outrageous."