Lin Qingliu, a game text planner, successfully hit the jackpot after his team's celebration feast, finding himself in a somewhat different world. Meteorite? What meteorite? Humanity is left wit...
"It's mainly about factory production. As frontline workers, you must be very tired at this critical moment.
"There's not much I can do. I can only give you a pay raise and hope this crisis will pass as soon as possible."
After seeing off those outstanding personnel from other institutions, only a few dozen people were left in the auditorium.
Arthur signaled them not to be nervous and exchanged a few words of greeting, then quietly pressed the terminal on his finger behind him.
"You all should go out for a while."
Arthur looked at the security personnel in the auditorium:
"The following conversation is somewhat confidential."
Upon hearing this, the soldiers and super-powered people in charge of security retreated one after another, and at the same time began to wonder in their minds which guy would be in trouble after the meeting.
But after the door was closed, Yan Ming, the last person to leave, showed a serious expression.
Only then did he look at the terminal in his hand and read the message sent by Arthur:
"There are suspicious persons around the auditorium, arrest them immediately."
His face suddenly turned cold, and the blood in his body began to surge, wanting to burst out.
Turning to look at the smiling superpowers and security personnel, Yan Ming gave orders using gestures that he had trained in advance, and everyone divided into four groups and trotted out of the auditorium.
Arthur chatted with the workers in the auditorium, and every few minutes he would signal a few of them to leave.
A quarter of an hour later, only a few people led by Ain were left in front of him.
"It's your turn."
Ain still had that enthusiastic and cheerful expression. He looked at Arthur and smiled:
“It is an honor to speak to you, Mr. Speaker.”
Arthur smiled back and looked at Ain with a playful expression:
"I am honored to communicate with you, so what should I call you? Clotho? Lachesis? Or Atropos?"
Can't move.
The moment Kloto uttered this word, several puppets wanted to jump up directly. Whether attacking or escaping, it was better than sitting here.
But I can't move.
An invisible force clamped down on their bodies. Their muscles seemed to be shrinking bit by bit. Both externally and internally, something called vitality was rapidly draining away.
Seeing that things had come to this, Ain and the others showed the same smile on their faces:
"Lachesis greets you, the powerful Lord of Mankind."
His head dropped slightly, as if in a nod, but Arthur knew that was because the muscles in his neck had lost their strength.
"Compared to last time, you have made great progress."
He pretended to be calm while speaking, trying to buy a little more time for Yan Ming who was searching for him. So he mentioned a small matter, trying to anger the mycelium will that had learned many of the advantages and disadvantages of humans:
“Those sub-consciousnesses that you separated and put into pseudo-human bodies are so pitiful. I asked them a lot, but they seemed reluctant to answer.
"I know you have done similar things to humans, so... you should be able to understand my subsequent behavior, right?"
"It doesn't matter, sir, I already know what I want.
"Rather than angering me, I'm more looking forward to our next meeting."
Ain's words were unclear, his tongue having lost its strength.
The five bodies fell down almost at the same time, like sudden death, catching the onlookers off guard.
With the death of these bodies, the auditorium fell into silence again.
"well."
Arthur sighed, alone in the auditorium, and the sigh came from the heart.
Mycelial life has evolved again, and this evolution has broken the previous balance.
The so-called principle that spore erosion depends on protective shields and mental erosion depends on population density has become completely unbalanced.
Arthur, or Lin Qingliu, had already made certain preparations and plans for this, but when the moment really came, he was inevitably a little nervous.
He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the special terminal that integrated the four members of the first team, and called up the energy system, which was the part that was once controlled by the "Disaster Core".
At the same time, Arthur softly called out the "Wan Juan" who was always online:
"How much energy would it take to maintain 'Holy Shield' and 'Starfall' at full power for half a year?"
Although that is the defense and attack system of the spacecraft, Lin Qingliu is still accustomed to calling it by a code name.
This time, Wanjuan took a while to give the answer:
"Ten percent."
"What if we shrink the Holy Shield to only cover the inner city?"
"Seven percent."
"Wanjuan" gives the standard answer.
"One more thing, can you tell the difference between those who have been corrupted?"
"I'm sorry I can't. I have no way of discovering spiritual replacement. I hope you understand."
"Of course I understand, but..."
Arthur was speechless for a moment. He clenched and unclenched his fists several times, and his whole body unconsciously turned back into Lin Qingliu's appearance. Finally, he said as if he had made up his mind:
"Prepare to activate Plan No. 3."
He found a chair and sat down again, then turned the terminal to initiate an emergency call.
All the [believers] were connected to the communication within five seconds. Arthur had never used this function before, so everyone knew that something big must have happened.
Without any preparation or greetings, Lin Qingliu, who had transformed back into Arthur, gave the order in his magnetic voice:
"Yan Ming, stop chasing and return to the training ground immediately. I want all current members of the [Extinction Legion] to enter combat status within two hours."
"clear."
Yan Ming, who had already caught two suspicious persons, didn't know what had happened, but he immediately left the team and handed the two suspects over to his teammates.
"Zhuang Mian, return to the cleanup team. The highest authority of the cleanup team is transferred to you. Take them to bring all the people from the research institute branches in the outer city into the inner city."
"clear."
Zhuang Mian on the training ground had a solemn expression on his face. He quickly took off his tactical equipment and headed for his destination.
"Shi Jin, the authority of the security team is given to you. Take them to bring all the workers who are working in the outer city back to the city. You have experience in this area, so it will be faster."
"receive!"
A short reply was heard, and on the training ground several kilometers away, the speed of hundreds of metal balls falling suddenly increased, and then they all hit the ground.
The girl in the center of the training ground disappeared like the wind.
"El, take your people to evacuate the school and civilian areas. Take everyone away without leaving any of them. Don't let them worry about their luggage or property."
“Okay…Okay.”
El, who was attending the class as a transfer student, felt a little surprised, but his answer just now had already attracted all the attention in the classroom.
Without having time to explain anything, El's figure disappeared from everyone's sight in a flash, leaving behind only a burst of exclamations.