Chapter 100 (Catching Bugs)

Shen Xiuzhu was in charge of monitoring Xu Yinmo's assessment, so it was natural for him to drag this thing out of such a large pile of ruins. He froze in place for a while with an unclear look on his face, and his hand on the hilt of the sword was unnaturally tense.

...I really want to kick this task to other cadres, Shen Xiuzhu thought a little impatiently.

Although Xu Yinmo was not dead, the gentleman looked very happy... Shen Xiuzhu raised his eyes and carefully peeked at the gentleman's face. His mood couldn't help but become a little lighter, but he couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

He clearly arrived earlier than Xu Yinmo?

He pursed his lips, straightened his back under Shen Jian's confused eyes, and bent his knees again, which had just been straightened. The broken stones that had not been cleaned up hit his bones, and he bumped into them as if he didn't feel anything. Then, in Shen Jian's disapproving eyes, he said in a low but firm voice: "Sir, I don't want to disobey your orders, but this is the enemy's headquarters. After confirming that the other party has already contacted the target, search..."

"Ah." Shen Jian gently interrupted Shen Xiuzhu, "I think this topic should be one of your tasks, right?"

The leader's smile was light and warm, his fingers were crossed and folded on his abdomen, but his eyes were cold. He looked at Shen Xiuzhu, but even the other's reflection was light in his eyes, as if all the obscurities were visible under the gaze of the gods.

Even with the broken brain of a captured alien visitor, Shen Jian could guess what Shen Xiuzhu wanted to do: abandon this mission.

But it wasn't that Shen Xiuzhu himself was unwilling to answer, but rather that he was resisting because he didn't want to get involved in his companions' affairs.

Shen Jian had wanted to speak out and investigate this hidden but real twisted "colleague" among the cadres a long time ago, but he held back because of concerns that the plan had not yet been resolved.

He turned a blind eye to his subordinates' jealousy and rivalry, but that did not mean he would allow them to bring such emotions into the mission - Shen Jian believed that his direct descendants knew it.

So, the current situation of his subordinates is: they know, but still cannot control it.

...It's difficult.

The leader was silent for a while, but did not say much in front of so many cadres. He just warned everyone present in a light tone: "...I don't really want to get involved in your affairs, but that doesn't mean you can bring these things to my attention."

Shen Jian warned calmly: “The first time…after that, I will deal with it.”

All the cadres standing behind Shen Jian immediately made a unified move: they lowered their heads.

It's not just out of awe and submission, but more of a way to cover up the dissatisfaction and jealousy that can't be hidden on his face.

Shen Pingyan couldn't help but stroke the hilt of his sword, thinking with a rather subtle expression: Fortunately, the gentleman hinted that he would participate in the rectification from the side, otherwise a simple warning...

It just makes things crazier.

Everyone remembers what Wu Yanta discussed in the last world that the master stayed in. Even if the silver-haired god came with such a powerful body, didn't Shen Shuyi still have the courage to steal the core of the god?

Although He ended the matter with only a few words, no one would think that such a matter of betrayal would be easily brushed aside.

When Shen Pingyan was holding the information of the silver-haired god and the holographic projection of the leader's room at that time, a rotating thinking symbol suddenly appeared above his head.

He immediately realized that this was only the least noteworthy part of a larger rebellion - everyone was involved, and it should be an explosive rebellion that could not be controlled after long-term repression, even if the goal might be to keep their leader within their sight.

...Sure enough, the Wuyan Towers in each world seem to have been forced into a "dead end" by their own leaders. Shen Pingyan sighed for a while, lowered his eyes as if nothing had happened, and saw Shen Lanhe beside him with a very interesting expression.

As expected, you can guess it. Shen Pingyan's eyelashes trembled twice, hiding his expression very well.

The leader, who was cared for by all the direct descendants present, suddenly shuddered for no apparent reason.

Shen Jian, who was only thinking about how to kill the outsider, said: "......?"

Why did he feel a chill on his back?

It was not until a long time later, when Shen Pingyan occasionally mentioned it to Shen Jian during his spare time while cleaning a planet, that he realized that his cadres had such thoughts in their minds at the time.

And what Chen Jian did to compensate himself at that time was to keep a gentle and warm smile and keep Chen Pingyan on that planet to investigate government affairs for half a year.

He said it bluntly: If any cadre rebels, he will put the blame on the leader!

The leader, who was still unable to balance the bloody situation among his own cadres and could not evenly distribute the hundreds of cups of water, issued the dispatch documents with a clear conscience.

The poor leader who still knew nothing about it fixed his gaze on the subordinate in front of him, waved away the unknown chill, and quietly waited for his subordinate's response.

Obviously, Shen Jian only allowed one answer.

Shen Xiuzhu's breathing stagnated, and he lowered his head with difficulty. The fear of being scolded reached his heart before any other emotions, tightening the ropes wrapped around his flesh membranes. His tear glands secreted fluid before his spirit, but it was quickly held back.

He felt a little aggrieved, but he knew it was his mission.

“…Yes, sir.” After a moment, Shen Xiuzhu replied hoarsely, and was gently helped by Shen Jian when he stood up with difficulty.

The leader stroked his puppy's soft black hair with gentle eyes, then patted it gently.

Shen Jian took a step forward, close to Shen Xiuzhu's profile, keeping the proper distance, but his voice was very soft, helpless but peaceful, as if deliberately creating a private and intimate atmosphere: "Grant you two research projects?"

Shen Xiuzhu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart began to vibrate violently as if it was powered by a pressure pump.

Two research projects? No, that is not important. What is important is the leader’s clear trust and unique attention to him in front of all the cadres.

In an instant, all the frustration was calmed down by the leader's even perfunctory comfort. Shen Xiuzhu turned his back to the leaders and cadres who were walking forward, breathing lightly, with a look of confusion and disbelief.

He didn't even need to turn his head to know how many of his direct descendants who were lagging behind turned their heads and looked at him with eyes that seemed to want to stab him to death.

After a moment, the leader of the most powerful armed forces in the world curled the corners of his mouth in silence.

You deserve it, Shen Xiuzhu.

Shen Xiuzhu raised his hand and touched his hair that was touched, thinking helplessly.

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Fire, Leader Room.

The leader sat for a long time behind a pile of documents on the side. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the door open. He imitated Chen Jian's handwriting with a faint expression and approved a confidential document.

His long hair was held up by the imitation ring that Shen Jian brought back, tied into a ponytail and hung behind him. On his nose was a pair of frameless glasses that helped capture file keywords. The inky irises behind the thin lenses were colder than the thick snow in winter, and his back was still as straight as a pine or cypress.

He was like an emperor sitting at the top of the negotiation table, watching calmly and indifferently the various parties at the table competing for an interest that was insignificant to him, and he still had the leisure to deal with the documents that he had not approved in the morning.

But who could have imagined that the leader who could turn the tide of events would now be sitting in the side seat of another leader, handling his dispiriting family affairs without any regrets (leader:?).

The leader raised his head to look at the document that was taller than he was when he stood up, lowered his eyes silently, casually marked the next item as not being passed, and then put it aside.

He tried to ignore someone who came in openly.

The footsteps were getting closer, and the distinctive sound of military boots on the carpet was chasing the leader uncomfortably.

The long-haired leader endured for a moment. Even though he disliked someone, his eyes stayed on the approaching figure against his will.

There is no doubt that the only person who approached the leader but was not subconsciously stabbed by him was a colleague who had returned from the battlefield.

Shen Jian approached the leader and threw him a small fluffy ball.

"...What?" The leader tilted his elbow, causing the object that should have fallen into his arm to hit the table with a thud.

Shen Jian glanced at the small ball bouncing on the table and gestured behind him without looking back.

Shen An, who had just hurried to the door to prepare for the report, said: "..."

The chestnut-haired man swallowed his greeting, and even though he knew the leader couldn't see him, he still bowed respectfully, and then he retreated as quietly as he had come.

Although the passage of time in the virtual space was not noticeable, four days had already passed in the real world. He and the leader, each holding a civil and military position, ended the war together in two different offices.

Now it seemed that he did not need to report the matter to the leader separately.

When Shen An turned around, his eyes were full of regret. He just couldn't help but look back again at the door that seemed to be deliberately open when he turned the corner.

The gentleman supported himself on the table with one hand, and tilted his head to meet his gaze. His dark eyes had a faint smile, and the corners of his lips were curved, so gentle that he didn't look like a leader who had just come down from the front line.

He seemed to be waiting for Shen An to turn around, as if he knew that Shen An would definitely turn around.

The chestnut-haired man was stunned for a moment, turned his head hastily, turned the corner, and disappeared from the leader's sight in embarrassment.

The leader glanced at the other hand pressing on his wrist. The blue veins were becoming more and more obvious under the pale skin, and he could faintly hear the beating sound exactly like a heartbeat.

He asked calmly, "Have you coaxed your subordinates?"

Shen Jian hummed, slowly withdrew his hand, and inexplicably received an ambiguous look from the leader.

Shen Jian:?

Was it an illusion? Shen Jian felt that the leader seemed a little unhappy.

The leader withdrew his gaze from Shen Jian's face at this moment, and changed the subject indifferently, "Do you want to speak first, or should I?"

Shen Jian shrugged, turned around and walked to the desk and sat down, raising his hand nonchalantly.

So the leader opened the drawer, took out a thin stack of documents, and put them in Solomon's hands, who diligently passed the documents to Shen Jian and took the opportunity to rub the young leader's fingertips twice.

Shen Jian's eyebrows jumped, "Maybe you can report it?"

The leader narrowed his eyes, tilted his head slightly towards a direction farther away from Chen Jian, and pulled off the ring that bound his hair. The ink-colored hair flowed down like flowing water, announcing the end of the other party's working hours.

He said casually, "I am not your subordinate, respected leader of the Wuyan Tower."

Shen Jian: “…”

He stared at the leader for a while, then silently lowered his eyes and obediently opened the document.

It was confirmed that the leader was indeed angry.

Although Shen Jian didn't know how he had offended the leader, Shen Jian felt that the blame should indeed be on him, so he decided not to pursue it...wait.

Suddenly, Shen Jianfu thought of the leader's words.

——"Have you managed to coax your subordinates?"

——"I am not your subordinate, respected leader of the Wuyan Tower."

Shen Jian thought horrifiedly, this guy wouldn't think that he coaxed Shen An but didn't coax him, and he's jealous? ?

The young leader held the document in his hand, froze for a moment, erased the shocking things from his mind, and lowered his head to look at the document with lingering fear.

The document is a post-battle report, not a battle report.

Shen Jian's eyes paused on the title for a while before he slowly read on.

The most important ones were simply a summary of the battlefield situation, casualties, and some surviving leaders expressing their desire to communicate with Shen Jian, as well as the attitudes of civilians towards the battlefield.

Shen Jian was confused as to why the last item also appeared on the document until the leader clapped his hands.

“I know what you’re wondering about,” the leader said calmly, motioning for Shen Jian to look up.

Solomon diligently carried the projection equipment and projected scenes of civilians' prayers during the war.

The leader turned his attention to Shen Jian. He did not pay attention to the projection, but focused on Shen Jian's expression, and then...

The live broadcast equipment of the entire universe was turned on.

During this period of time, the peers seemed to have reached a certain tacit understanding and adapted well to the leisure and entertainment provided by the leader. Now those who had free time all answered the call and watched the live broadcast with a smile on their faces.

And the leader was very satisfied to see Shen Jian looking at the projection with a smile, then showing confusion, contemplation, pupil vibration, shock, and then returning to a blank expression again.

The long-haired man calmly withdrew his gaze, and suddenly he felt a subtle sense of joy, as if his own young son was playing wildly outside, and he could not hit or scold him, but one day, he finally succeeded.

Shen Jian looked at the leader in confusion: "...What do you mean by 'commemorate the death of the leader of Wuyan Tower, we will definitely win this war'?"

The leader was silent for a while, barely suppressing the most brilliant smile of his life, and raised his chin indifferently, "Ask your subordinates."

He added indifferently: "Chen Wenyan said that this is called the army of mourning will win."

Shen Jian politely typed a question mark and immediately dialed Shen Wenyan’s communication.

Shen Wenyan stepped into the leader's room with joy, and looked at Shen Jian with sparkling eyes, "Sir, congratulations on your victory——"

The leader stopped Shen Wenyan's meaningless praise with a smile and went straight to the point: "I heard from the ground that I seem to be dead?"

"Ah, you know?"

Shen Wenyan paused for a moment, not only did he not show any guilty expression, he even knelt down very respectfully, his tone full of joy, "We have collected rumors that the civilians mistakenly believe that raising the flag means a change of leadership. You know, ever since you allowed us to shape the civilian foundation for your ascension to the throne, we have been troubled by the issue of public opinion..."

Shen Jian suddenly frowned, his face suddenly twisted.

When did he allow them to shape what was the foundation?

The young leader looked at Shen Wenyan, who was reading out the plan with great interest, in disbelief, and felt a sense of confusion from the bottom of his heart.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Shen Jian didn’t understand, Shen Jian was greatly shocked, and a huge exclamation mark appeared above Shen Jian’s head.

Shen Wenyan was still talking with interest: “A day ago, the public relations department had already started the publicity. Now it has been basically clarified. You will be able to log in soon…”

The huge exclamation mark above Shen Jian’s head disappeared, and turned into a whirlpool of thoughts.

He remembered the documents he had to process at the beginning, and also remembered the amount of documents and brainpower he had to process every day in the process of capturing the alien visitor.

Finally, Shen Jian turned his head tremblingly and looked at the four piles of documents still piled on the leader's desk, enough to cover the leader's entire body.

The poor young leader imagined how much his workload would increase if he agreed to the so-called "becoming emperor", and he couldn't help but want to stop right there.

Shen Jian: “…”

He said numbly: "...It's moistened."

Shen Wenyan finally stopped talking in a long speech, raised his head in confusion, and his eyes stopped at Shen Jian’s collar, “Sir?”

The leader paused, then raised his eyes with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

He couldn't tell what Shen Jian was feeling, he just had no expression on his face, as if he was stunned by the shock, and his eyes began to unfocus.

But because of the presence of his subordinates in front of him, Shen Jian still maintained a perfect expression on his face, his lips moved slightly, his expression seemed to be calm, but in fact he had given up struggling in despair.

Shen Jian thought about it, and his collapsed brain couldn't help but vent: "Suppose I announce that I want to conquer the universe, can the so-called emperorship be stopped?"

"Then you need to let the gods transform your fire." The leader suggested idly, leaning back in his chair.

Shen Jian couldn’t tell what he felt. He was sure that his expression must not look good: “…I was joking.”

The leader laughed and looked away calmly, "But I'm not kidding."

Shen Jian’s eyes went dark, and he suddenly threw the document in his hand away.

The stunned look faded from Shen Wenyan’s face, his heart was beating wildly, and he took a few thousand steps involuntarily, violating the rules of respect and hierarchy and suddenly grasped Shen Jian’s hand, his movements were trembling: “Sir…?”

Shen Jian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Shen Wenyan had realized that their thinking was wrong. His heart was suddenly filled with joy, "Yes, Shen Wenyan, I didn't..."

"Do you want to go into space?"

Shen Jian:?

Shen Wenyan's hands tightly grasped Shen Jian's right hand, his whole body trembled, the excitement and ecstasy in his eyes were about to overflow, and he looked like he was about to cry, "We have been waiting for you to say this, we have wanted to do this for a long time, sir, you have the most powerful Annihilation Tower in the universe, how could your achievements be lower than those of other isotopes-"

He suddenly let go of the expressionless leader, turned around and ran out in a hurry, took out the communicator and started to communicate openly.

Shen Jian finally couldn't help but his face changed drastically, and he stood up suddenly: "Wait..."

An arm that did not look like a real person stretched out and stopped Shen Jian's words lightly. The silver-haired god slowly appeared from the air and looked at him calmly, "I think you should focus on solving the problem of that god first."

After only a brief pause, Shen Wenyan's figure disappeared.

Shen Jian stood there stiffly.

He looked at the god, then at the leader, and thought vaguely, his ambition to conquer the universe would probably reach the ears of Quanwu Yanta in two minutes?

A moment later, a powerless Shen Jian and two people who were interested in teasing each other appeared in the lounge.

Soon, countless cadres would break through the threshold of the leader’s room and rush in. In order to hide... ahem, anyway, they moved their position.

The silver-haired god also had an energy smile on his lips. He leaned back in the energy-constructed chair, shook his head, and spoke first to catch Shen Jian’s soul back: “First of all, I have to tell you that we have no way to completely make this otherworldly god disappear.”

Shen Jian frowned and glanced at the silver-haired god calmly.

He was a little unhappy. A god would compare himself to something like that...?

“It’s too early for you to be so self-deprecating.” Shen Jian said coldly.

The god seemed not to hear and continued speaking.

“Of course, I know that he cannot be considered an existence with a similar structure to mine, but what I need to explain is that he does have this kind of ‘core’ that is similar to an upgrade.” The god raised his eyes to look at Shen Jian, and slowly placed the white ball that had just been bouncing around on the table in impotence and fury in his palm.

This "world consciousness" is now stored in a mechanical ball with only a trace amount of energy to sustain life. For the sake of ease of movement, Solomon even wrapped the mechanical ball with a layer of fur.

Yun happened to wake up from Solomon's interior at that time, and he even wanted to add two little ears on the top of the ball's head.

The little ball, who was almost driven crazy by his unyielding spirit, dodged bravely.

"My stopping you has something to do with this thing." "He" slowly turned his eyes, which were filled with galaxies, and stopped at the leader. "When you found him, you could see that his data all depended on the core to survive, right? In other words, his weakness is obvious, which is the core."

Shen Jian lowered his eyes and hummed lightly.

Although they were discussing important matters concerning the entire universe, the atmosphere in the lounge was strangely peaceful. Warm lights shone on the ground. They sat in different places but very close to each other. Their faces were almost identical but each had their own distinguishing features and they all had 80% similar expressions.

If someone opens this door and enters it for a second, they will have the illusion that they have entered the warm and dry lair of some large wild animal.

“But in other words,” the leader glanced at the scepter next to Shen Jian and leaned forward slightly, “this is also his only weakness.”

"It's easy to destroy it. But the data is permanent. If a program reproduces this piece of data in the future among the billions of possibilities..."

"Then he will still appear as an electronic ghost." The leader's voice was light.

Shen Jian’s expression was calm.

Since they said so, it means that this is just a prelude to the plan discussion, otherwise this matter would not be brought to the fore so soon.

Therefore, Shen Jian just asked in a flat tone: “Then?”

The god laughed.

The leader stared at Shen Jian, and after a moment, he seemed to give up his disguise, removing his serious and indifferent expression and raising a tiny but real smile.

“Yes.” The god glanced at Shen Jian, a flash of lightning flashed in his eyes, “Strip off his core and replicate it on you.”

"This is the only permanent solution, Shen Jian."

Shen Jian was still leaning on his forehead, and he suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this.

He turned his head to look at the god for a moment, then quickly shifted his gaze to the leader.

The air was very quiet, and Shen Jian gently twitched his fingertips.

After a moment, he heard the leader chuckle beside him.

He said, "Welcome to join us, Shen Jian."