The hardness and toughness of the skin and muscles are almost unimaginable. Needles and knives can't even pierce the epidermis? There is some unknown biological force field around that can deflect all forms of physical attacks. The speed of movement and swinging fists can easily reach more than Mach 10.
As for the destructive power, just one hit broke the machine we used for testing?
Damn, are you sure there isn't any exaggeration in this report?
I feel like I'm describing Superman in the comics."
Nick Fury sat at his desk, staring at several documents sent by his trusted subordinates, his face full of disbelief.
Although he had seen aliens and some individuals with supernatural powers a long time ago, the power of the Divine Monk was far beyond his expectations.
Because according to the judgment given in the report, apart from the most powerful nuclear weapons at present and the trump cards in its hands, there is basically nothing on the entire earth that can pose a threat or harm to it.
Such a terrifying and unrestricted power is obviously unacceptable to human society as a whole.
Especially those high-ranking officials will definitely try every possible means to bring it under their control.
Be it moral kidnapping or brainwashing including ideology.
In fact, Captain America is a typical example of the latter.
Although propaganda packaged him as a noble patriot and a hero who fought against the evil Nazis, the government agencies actually used him as a propaganda tool to raise war funds at the beginning.
And his later fame and status as a benchmark and spiritual belief was largely due to his "death".
If he were still alive, he would not become a hero but might become a nuisance in the eyes of the top government officials.
As the famous writer Mark Twain satirized in his book "Running for Governor."
Whether a person's reputation is good or bad does not depend on what he has done, but on what the country's highest ruling class needs.
If they want, even a nearly perfect saint will be slandered as an unforgivable evil being, while those scumbags will be described as great heroes shining with the brilliance of humanity.
This is the charm of journalism and communication, but it is also a form of manipulation and deception of the public psychology.
Facing his boss's doubts, Coulson said half-jokingly, "There is nothing wrong with the report, Director. In addition, I think Mr. Balthazar is obviously not Superman. At least his eyes cannot emit heat vision that can melt steel, and he probably can't fly."
"Damn it! Now is not the time to show off your sense of humor."
Nick Fury rolled his eyes in annoyance, and then continued to ask: "How credible is this part about his origins?"
"All I can say is that he passed our state-of-the-art lie detector test with flying colors."
Coulson smiled bitterly and gave an answer that could almost be considered affirmative.
Because so far, even the most senior agents who are best at disguise and lying cannot fool the polygraph 100%.
"So the continent of Faerun, the planet Toril, magic, and gods marked above are all real?"
Nick Fury raised his eyebrows in shock.
Coulson nodded without hesitation: "I personally think it is highly credible.
Because Mr. Balthazar showed us his spell-like abilities, including rapid healing of wounds, regeneration of severed limbs and internal organs, instant teleportation, cures for terminal illnesses that modern medicine is simply powerless to treat, resurrection of deceased animals and even humans, and other magic known as divine arts.
According to him, all of this stems from his profession as a warrior monk and his own bloodline as the Son of God.
It's a pity that we can't draw blood, otherwise we should be able to analyze it from a genetic perspective."
After hearing these words, Nick Fury's already dark face became even darker.
Especially the two items of curing terminal illnesses and resurrecting the dead, even if you use your butt to think about it, you know that it will definitely cause big trouble.
After all, who among the rich and powerful does not want to live longer so that they can continue to enjoy the "happiness" brought by wealth and power?
They are even willing to make a deal with the devil for this.
This can be seen from the generous investments made by billionaires to relevant research institutions every year.
Even Nick Fury could imagine how much of a disturbance this Mr. Balthazar from another world could cause on Earth.
Thinking of this, he involuntarily raised his hand and scratched the hairless black bald head, frowning and asking, "Where is the psychologist's assessment? How dangerous is this person?"
Coulson quickly replied: "The results of the psychological evaluation are still under discussion, but most experts believe that the target is not very dangerous as long as he is not attacked.
The reason why he mercilessly killed those gang members when he showed up was mainly because of the differences in the laws and codes of conduct between the two worlds.
In the continent of Faerun where Mr. Balthazar is located, no matter in which country or city, as long as you are attacked, you can carry out unlimited self-defense.
The most important thing is that his emotions were very stable from beginning to end, and even after causing such a huge riot, there was not the slightest fluctuation.
Psychological experts believe that this is an ultra-stable personality trait, and the possibility of impulsive killing or crime is negligible.
In short, Director, you should arrange a formal meeting as soon as possible.
Because we have too much information to obtain, such as how powerful God is, and whether his coming to Earth was an accident or he was carrying out a mission.
You have to know that this is a typical third-kind contact, and we must understand the other party as much as possible in order to make the right judgment. "
"In that case, let's arrange it immediately. Send a sumptuous meal to our guest first, and I will meet him in two hours."
Nick Fury made quick arrangements, rubbing his swollen head.
Although as a black man, his skin color successfully concealed the dark circles under his eyes caused by sleeping less than four hours a day for a long period of time, the fatigue could not be concealed.
Ever since the Trans-Space Beacon sent a large amount of knowledge and information, all kinds of supernatural phenomena and strange black technologies on Earth have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
As the only agency authorized by the Security Council to deal with such incidents, the Bureau is extremely busy.
Forget paid leave, many field agents even have to sleep on planes or in cars.
What's even more frightening is that many of those guys who suddenly gain power and knowledge are criminals, sociopaths, war victims, regional separatist organizations, religious extremists, etc., who don't care about the consequences when they go crazy.
At least three dozen similar incidents have broken out in major cities around the world alone.
In addition, several military bases in the Middle East were attacked, with casualties in the three, four, or even five digits, and even the loss of half of an aircraft carrier fleet, so that the military and Congress began to back down and wanted to withdraw troops from those occupied areas.
Even Iron Man Tony Stark almost died there once.
It can even be said that the world has never been as turbulent as it is now.
After all, in the past, as long as a few nuclear powers could sit together and discuss, they could basically maintain the order established after World War II, and even if there was a war in a local area, it would not expand.
But now, even the most powerful country on earth is facing unprecedented challenges, not to mention the rest of the small countries.
It is not surprising if any country is suddenly overthrown or replaced by a person with super powers or an organization that masters black technology.
Because this kind of thing has already happened twice in Africa and South America.
Fortunately, SHIELD had a fairly solid financial foundation, and they finally managed to settle the matter after suffering some casualties.
Otherwise, God knows what will happen.
There is no doubt that this is the chain reaction caused by the massive transmission of knowledge and information by the super-time and space beacon tower, and it can also be regarded as a butterfly effect.
And it is not limited to the Earth. The impact extends to the entire universe, and even fierce interstellar wars have broken out in some places.
It's just that this side of the Earth is relatively backward and remote, so we don't know what's happening outside.
Of course, none of this concerns Balthazar.
At this moment, he was sitting in a separate windowless room, enjoying a seafood feast provided by SHIELD, observing everything around him with an expressionless face, obviously enjoying the feeling of being in a different world.
This is the first time Balthazar has been summoned since being made into a follower card.
The most important thing is that Zuo Si fulfilled his original promise, which was to experience the customs and cultures of different worlds.
As a person who was born in Faerun and has never left the land of swords and magic in his entire life, he is obviously full of curiosity about the modern metropolises and various technological products on Earth.
It's just that I'm still on a diary delivery mission, so I can't go out and play as I wish.
But it doesn't matter! As the son of Baal and a powerful monk, Balthazar has eternal life, and his long-term forbearance has given him extraordinary patience, so the word "anxious" never appears in his dictionary.
As he ate slowly, a table full of sumptuous dishes, more than four times the normal amount of food, was quickly finished.
When he put down his knife and fork and started to wipe his mouth with his napkin, a female agent who had been waiting for a long time immediately waved to the people next to him to clean up the table, and then took the initiative to step forward and said, "Sir, the director wants to have a face-to-face communication with you immediately. What do you think?"
"No problem, let him come."
Balthazar agreed straightforwardly.
Because from the time he came to this day, all his actions have been carried out according to the planned plan.
As the most important and powerful agency on Earth in the Marvel Universe, SHIELD, or SHIELD, is basically an entity that cannot be avoided and must be dealt with.
Moreover, this organization is basically composed of a group of people who are used to being domineering. If you want them to conduct transactions and conversations on an equal footing, you must first demonstrate enough power to make them feel awe and fear.
The diary was well aware of this, so from the beginning it had no intention of doing anything sneaky, but instead showed its strength openly.
He wanted to make SHIELD and even the Security Council understand that those boring political and diplomatic tactics and conspiracies were nothing compared to the overwhelming power he controlled.
In this way, although the latter will inevitably become alert and defensive, they will never dare to do anything tricky in private.
It's like when the Earth was dealing with the Asgard realm headed by Odin, it didn't dare to have any other thoughts from beginning to end.
Therefore, the role that Balthazar is currently playing should actually be considered as a diplomatic envoy.
About three or five minutes later, accompanied by the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, Nick Fury pushed open the door and walked in from outside with Coulson, deliberately frowning and looking very serious.
You don't need to ask to know that this has always been his habit, that is, he always wants to initiate the other party with his strong aura when they meet for the first time, and then firmly grasp the initiative in the subsequent conversation.
This is a very simple psychological battle.
Unfortunately, it was of no use to Balthazar who possessed divine power. He even found such pretentious behavior funny.
"Hello, Mr. Balthazar from another world, my name is Nick Fury, and I'm glad you can cooperate with our work.
You know, there aren't many people these days who have super powers like you but are willing to sit down and talk.
There are many guys who suddenly gain power whose ambitions quickly expand. They always feel they can do anything, and then they cause terrible tragedies.
We have to take some extraordinary measures to do this.”
Nick Fury deliberately pretends to be mysterious, while also hinting that he has some means to deal with people with super powers.
"Did your world suddenly start to see a large number of superpowers and all kinds of inexplicable black technologies in the last one or two months?"
With just one sentence, Balthazar instantly destroyed the image that the director had worked so hard to maintain. He suddenly widened his eyes and asked, "How did you know?!"
"Because all this knowledge and abilities are transmitted through the master's trans-dimensional beacon tower.
To be precise, it is broadcast to billions of spaces and times throughout the multiverse.
Of course, this incident itself was the first surprise.
But anyone who happens to receive it will have extra information in their mind out of thin air.
When they put this information, whether it is magic or technology, into practice, many people with super powers and black technologies will naturally be born.
I am here just to confirm the situation.”
Balthazar very directly and decisively broke the opponent's last psychological defense.
After all, SHIELD has a complete professional team, and they have long begun to suspect that the sudden appearance of mysterious information is related to the subsequent concentrated outbreak of supernatural phenomena and black technology.
But the problem is that they have never found definitive evidence that the two are linked.
However, Nick Fury was suspicious by nature and did not immediately believe this statement. Instead, he cautiously asked, "What is the Trans-Dimensional Beacon? What does the multiverse refer to? And who is the master you mentioned?"
Balthazar explained calmly: "The super-time and space beacon tower is a device. You can think of it as a broadcasting tower that can connect countless time and space across the dark void.
The multiverse refers to those spaces separated by the dark void. Some are as huge as your universe, while others are relatively small, with only a few star systems.
No matter how powerful an ordinary person becomes, even if he becomes the supreme true god with the power of creation and destruction, he cannot leave the place where he was born.
But my master is different. He is a planeswalker who masters the power called the Spark and can travel freely in this vast multiverse without restrictions.
As for what you want to know about the power and influence that the master holds...
All I can tell you is that he could destroy a planet like Earth thousands of times in a second.
He doesn't even have to do it himself, I can do it."
moment!
Beads of sweat appeared on Nick Fury's bald head.
Not only him, but also Coulson and the others who were listening to this showed expressions of shock or fear.
Because compared to the Director of SHIELD's previous bland hint, this is a naked and undisguised threat.
After all, the most powerful weapon currently possessed by human civilization on Earth, the hydrogen bomb, can only grow a few mushrooms equivalent to acne on the surface of the planet.
Not to mention destroying the planet, even whether it can destroy humanity itself is a big question mark.
So when they learn that the other party has the ability to easily destroy a planet, they will naturally feel a strong sense of fear, even if the other party does not show any malice.
The serious imbalance in strength and status will make the weaker party feel very insecure, as if they were fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at will.
"Can you prove the truth of what you said?"
Nick Fury took a deep breath and asked calmly.
He originally thought that he would only be facing an individual with powerful supernatural powers this time, but who could have imagined that he would be a messenger sent by a super power. He suddenly felt a lot of pressure, even far beyond the scope of his authority.
“It’s very simple.
I'll give you twelve hours.
You can report this matter to your superiors and then form a delegation.
I will have someone take you to see the place where the Master rules.
At that time, you can observe with your own eyes, or even take pictures with a camera or use various instruments to detect.
We'll talk about the next part after the tour is over."
Balthazar calmly threw out the bait he had prepared in advance.
Delegation? Visit?
Upon hearing this proposal, Nick Fury immediately exchanged glances with Coulson beside him.
Obviously, they have begun to believe that Balthazar is not lying or bluffing, and the whole thing is most likely true.
After all, they have made an invitation that requires seeing to be believing, and if it is fake it will be exposed quickly.
"Thank you very much for your honesty. Please wait a moment. I need a moment."
The Director of SHIELD immediately stood up and nodded, then quickly left the closed room and used emergency contact methods to bring his superiors and representatives of the Security Council member states together to prepare for a meeting.
As soon as he left, Coulson, who stayed behind, sighed and said with a wry smile: "Sir, you really gave us a huge problem. Because it is a little too early for the current Earth and human beings."
"No, not at all. Believe me, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."
After saying this, Balthazar stopped paying attention to the agent beside him, closed his eyes and began to meditate, trying to keep his soul and body in complete and harmonious unity.
On the other side, in the conference room on the top floor of the building, representatives from the five most powerful countries on the planet were gathered together via video, digesting the report just submitted by SHIELD with shocked faces.
After several minutes, one of the representatives licked his lips and asked nervously, "Chief, are you sure this is not an April Fool's joke?"
First of all, today is not April 1st, and secondly, I also hope this is a joke.
But the problem is that this is reality, and the other party is right now in the safe house.
So you should consider the composition of the delegation.
After all, we only have twelve hours.
Considering the possible risks, I suggest that those who participate in this operation should be mentally prepared. "
"According to you, we are now in contact with a force that is far superior to us in terms of actual strength, scale, technology, and overall power?"
The expression of another representative also became solemn.
“I think the recent supernatural phenomena that have appeared around the world and the frequent emergence of black technology have proven this.
However, we will have to wait until the visit is over before we can draw a conclusion.
Now what we need to do is quickly draw up a list.
Not only do we need people who are good at diplomacy and politics, but we also need experts in various fields.
Since this may be the first time in human history that we have come into contact with extraterrestrial civilizations and forces on a large scale, I hope that you can be fully prepared and put aside your previous conflicts and unite together.”
After saying that, Nick Fury ended this short meeting, rubbed his eyes vigorously, which had become very dry due to long-term lack of sleep, and looked extremely tired.
"You look tired?"
Alexander Pierce gently patted the shoulder of this subordinate whom he had promoted.
"It's more than just tiredness, I feel like my head is about to explode.
You know what? I thought the frequent occurrences of supernatural phenomena and black technology were enough to give people a headache.
But now I suddenly know that all this is just the result of a broadcast accidentally sent by a superpower. The feeling of being manipulated and played with at will is terrible.
I just hope that Mr. Balthazar's master has no ill will towards us.
Otherwise, humanity may have no future at all.”
As he said this, Nick Fury picked up the whiskey that had just been poured into the glass and drank it all in one gulp, as if he wanted to relieve the tremendous mental pressure in this way.
Although he still has a trump card that he will only reveal as a last resort, facing a force that can easily destroy the earth thousands of times, this trump card is unlikely to have the desired deterrent effect.
"Relax, you're putting too much pressure on yourself. Besides, things haven't gotten to the worst yet, right?" Alexander Pierce comforted with a smile.
Nick Fury put the empty cup aside and sighed softly, "Yeah, it's not the worst yet, and maybe there's still a chance. I just don't know what price I'll have to pay..."
"Okay, don't think too much. Go get some sleep now. After all, you are the highest leader of the delegation."
There was a barely perceptible gleam in Alexander Pierce's eyes. After saying this, he turned around and left, going straight back to his office.
As one of the heads of the Hydra organization, his first reaction upon hearing the news was not nervousness and panic like other people, but rather abnormal excitement.
Because in his opinion, as long as he can seize the opportunity to come into contact with higher-level civilizations and powerful supernatural forces, he can fulfill the ambition of the previous Hydra leader, Red Skull, to conquer and rule the world.
As for the price to be paid for this...
It doesn't matter! In the end, it's not me who will pay, but the civilians under Hydra's rule.
In this way, twelve hours passed quickly in a busy and chaotic atmosphere.
Although it seems that nothing has happened on the surface, in fact the five most powerful countries behind the Security Council have held an emergency meeting overnight and drawn up a list of representatives.
Whenever a vacancy is secured, the military will immediately send a helicopter to pick up the person, and then use the fastest supersonic fighter jet to take the group of experts to the designated assembly location.
When the first ray of sunlight jumped out of the sea and shone onto the earth, the team of 150 people was finally assembled.
Since they had no time to eat breakfast, they were now sitting on the ground, eating hamburgers and fried chicken, drinking Coke or coffee, and gathering in groups of three or five, discussing the mission in a low voice.
Although they didn't sleep all night, no one felt sleepy at all, and their eyes were bright.
This is, after all, close encounters of the third kind!
Moreover, the knowledge and technology possessed by the other party are far more powerful than those on Earth.
"Mr. Balthazar, everyone is here. When do you think we should set off?"
Coulson took the initiative to ask a question after receiving a look from his chief.
"We can leave any time. Because he has already arrived."
As Balthazar blurted out the last word, a huge figure that was four meters tall and made entirely of solid rock and metal suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling everyone present.
Before they could react to what was happening, the stone giant leaned over and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you going to take all these people away together?"
"Yes, please take out the box." Balthazar nodded slightly.
"knew."
A card suddenly appeared in the hand of the Stone Giant Planeswalker, and then a huge portal flashing blue light suddenly stood in the open space.
He just stepped forward and released his spark power to the maximum extent, and then the spark began to resonate with the sparks that were burning all the time on the super-time beacon tower.
In just a few seconds, a blurry image appeared on the other side of the originally chaotic blue vortex.
"You can pass through now. Move quickly, because supporting this teleportation consumes a lot of energy." The stone giant planeswalker urged loudly.
"Come with me."
Balthazar was the first to take the lead and walk into the blue light curtain.
"Oh my God! What...what on earth is this thing? An alien? It seems to be intelligent and can speak!"
A biologist was shaking with excitement.
After all, ever since the invention of the conceptual term "carbon-based life", biologists have been trying to find non-carbon-based life.
The stone giant in front of him that was completely transformed by the oil was obviously one of them.
If he hadn't been held back by the rest of the delegation, he would have even rushed up to have a conversation with him and then done a series of research.
But unfortunately, compared with what we are going to visit next, a mere stone giant planeswalker is obviously nothing.
Nick Fury, who was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack, cursed several American curses under his breath before he calmed down. He took his trusted general Coulson through the portal and arrived on the other side.
After just three or five seconds, the entire delegation saw a scene that they would never forget.
Because the first thing that caught the eye, besides the towering trans-dimensional beacon tower, was the three Queen of Glory-class battleships that had just been built.
Whether it was the length of thirty kilometers, the densely packed islands that looked like city clusters, or the macro cannons that could fit a building, the orbital attack arrays, and the high-energy laser weapons called light spears, they all stunned the human delegation who were still playing with aircraft carriers of only a few hundred meters.
Experts in the weapons and military fields, in particular, quickly realized that only one such super space battleship was needed to blow the earth to pieces.
As for nuclear missiles, they will probably be shot down and destroyed before they even leave the atmosphere.
In addition, the super-giant space fortress formed by merging several floating cities together also exceeded the limits of the delegation's imagination.
"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Balthazar looked at these giants who were performing enchantments with a faint smile on his face.
Nick Fury, who had lost his ability to speak for half a day, took a deep breath and responded, "The facts are before my eyes. Even if I don't want to believe it, I can't deny what I see. If you don't mind, can you tell me the power of the weapons equipped on these warships, and how fast they can reach?"
"See those broadside guns?
That thing is used to accelerate thermonuclear warheads as big as a building to nearly the speed of light, so that a single salvo can destroy a continent.
The main gun can destroy a planet or even a star with one shot, triggering a supernova explosion that engulfs the entire galaxy.
As for the high-energy weapon light spear, it can directly burn through the core of the earth and turn a planet into crystal clear glass.
As I told you before, destroying a planet is not a difficult task for the master and me.
Warships like this will increase in number over time.
Maybe it's dozens, maybe it's hundreds, maybe it's thousands, we can produce as many as the owner needs."
Balthazar introduced the weapons of the Queen of Glory-class battleship that Zuo Si had modified from beginning to end without reservation.
All of a sudden, everyone in the delegation who heard these words began to feel dry mouths and sweat all over their bodies.
Especially those who came with political and diplomatic missions, without exception, completely gave up all attempts to negotiate and bargain.
Because the gap is so huge, any small action that may annoy the other party may lead to the destruction of the earth and human civilization.
Such stupid things may be done by small countries that practice dictatorship, arrogance and ignorance, but the big countries in the Security Council will never be so stupid.
"Um... can we take a tour of these space battleships?"
A white-haired old man made the request cautiously.
The Queen of Glory-class battleship is so huge that it is impossible to get a glimpse of its entirety with the naked eye, not to mention the dozens or even hundreds of decks inside.
Before Balthazar could reply, the diary instantly appeared in front of the delegation through teleportation, and said with a smile: "Of course. As a token of goodwill, I allow you to enter the warship. But please be careful not to touch anything without permission, otherwise I will not be responsible if any accident occurs."
"You are..."
Nick Fury's eyes revealed a strong curiosity.
"I am the highest person in charge here. You can call me the butler."
The diary gave a name in a slightly self-deprecating tone.
However, this title is obviously quite appropriate for him who has been mentally castrated.
"Then Mr. General, I want to know what is the purpose of your sudden appearance on Earth? Is it just to show your strength?"
Nick Fury went straight to the point and stated the biggest question he wanted to uncover on this trip.
Perhaps for those experts, this visit has just begun, and there will definitely be many advanced scientific and technological advances to come.
But for him, the tour was over the moment he saw the Queen of Glory-class battleship.
Under this magnitude of overwhelming advantage, the Earth simply has no ability to resist.
The diary pursed its lips and smiled, "Of course not. We will evaluate every universe affected by the Trans-Dimensional Beacon and make some corresponding remedial measures."
"remedy?"
Nick Fury keenly grasped a key word.
“Yes, remedy.
You don't think that information filled with a wealth of knowledge and technology is only spread on Earth, do you?
No, they spread throughout the universe.
Moreover, some of the magical knowledge has begun to get out of control and is spreading rapidly in the form of a cult.
At this rate, it won't be long before a terrible demon is created.
So after evaluating the situation, I decided to contact you to see if we can sign an agreement to prevent the worst-case scenario from happening."
The diary started to deceive people with half-truths and half-falsehoods.
"You mean... it will provide protection for the Earth?"
Another representative's eyes lit up slightly.
"Yes, although it's not free."
The diary pretended to be nonchalant and gave an affirmative answer.
"What is the price? Gold? Minerals? Or some other scarce resources?" the representative continued to ask with great interest.
The diary smiled and shook its head: "Neither. For us who own several worlds and even universes, resources are never lacking. As for commodities, the things you produce with your level of technology are basically no different from garbage in our eyes. There is only one thing we need, and that is souls."
"What?"
"soul!"
"Are you demons?"
"That's absolutely not possible!"
…
Suddenly, the delegation became extremely panicked, and even the SHIELD agents nervously gripped their service guns.
Even though they knew that this 9mm bullet might not cause even the slightest scratch on the opponent.
"Relax, don't be so nervous.
The soul I am talking about here is not the soul of a living person, but the soul that leaves the body after people die.
Whether it is a death row prisoner, a killed terrorist or a warlord, they can all be used for trading.
And the destination of these souls is not as horrible as you imagine.
It's no different than when we were alive."
As it spoke, the diary directly opened a portal to the ninth level of Baator Hell.
In a flash!
The boundless and prosperous cyberpunk city appeared out of thin air within the delegation's sight.
He led the way through the portal and arrived at the other side. He pointed at the souls queuing at the entrance and introduced them, "See? These are the souls of mortals after death.
They will not be killed or tortured as in myths and legends, but will enter the city and continue to enjoy nearly eternal life like ordinary people, experience unprecedented excitement and indulge their inner potential desires.
As long as they do not violate rules and laws, every soul can obtain full freedom.
If you want, you can even run for election and get involved in politics here, or you can become a billionaire by doing business with your own intelligence and talent.”
"This place...seems pretty good!"
A middle-aged man in his forties glanced at the nightclub on the street not far away. Looking at those guys who were taking drugs, drinking, and enjoying the services of succubi and tiefling strippers, the word "envy" was written all over his face.
One of the succubi in particular is constantly changing her race, appearance, age and body shape through transformation magic.
When he turned into a juvenile form, this guy almost couldn't help but break away from the team and rush in.
Although he has achieved extraordinary achievements in his specialized field of scientific research, it does not mean that his moral level is high.
To be precise, in a country and society that is completely controlled by capital, morality is just a piece of toilet paper.
Don't be fooled by those rich and powerful people who appear to be decent people through charity and donations on the surface. Some of the things they do secretly are absolutely beyond the imagination of normal people.
Private parties with special services are just child's play.
The truly evil, dirty, cruel and disgusting acts are mostly deeply hidden.
For example, they smuggle and sell children under the guise of protecting and rescuing them, and then use them to satisfy the twisted and morbid desires of some people...
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