Chapter 191 Marketing Techniques
After leaving the experimental base, the first thing Lu Jin did was to strip off all his clothes, as if they were covered in some kind of excrement.
He felt nauseous, but after trying for a long time, he found that he couldn't vomit at all.
So he rushed back to the control room, grabbed a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took two big gulps, thinking, "Fuck you, this is disgusting... Let me throw it up." Then he realized those familiar faces—his movements froze. He knew them, and he knew very clearly who they were.
That was all of them.
Lu Jin's mind went blank for a few seconds, then a wave of nausea washed over him. He finally rushed to the bathroom and vomited violently—like a deflated inflatable doll.
He knew what he was doing... it was probably just a physiological reaction. He hadn't actually eaten anything, but he just felt nauseous. Something invisible filled his stomach, and at that moment he felt like he was going to vomit up all his internal organs so that he could feel clean and calm down.
He gagged for a long time until he couldn't vomit anymore, then left the bathroom and went to get some alcohol—he picked out a bottle of foreign liquor he couldn't name at all; it looked pretty good and would definitely get him drunk. But his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't get it to his mouth for a long time.
He suddenly remembered the first time he met Gore. At that time, he thought to himself, "Haha, another poor wretch driven mad by Eoubs. I hope this guy can achieve some ideals or ambitions, or that everyone can live until the rulers are all dead."
When he saw those clones, he thought to himself, "This is a project far beyond what I could have predicted. It's hard to imagine whether I've also been replicated and implanted with all my memories from my previous life, which is why I haven't noticed it all this time."
If that's the case, then the entire Eoubs would be a disaster, a devastating catastrophe unique to humanity.
Just then, a message came through the communication, saying that Gore's confinement would end within the next month—or something like that. When Sheen asked him to look at the new posts on the forum, she said that the impact was still significant and could make people want to vomit. She herself felt like vomiting.
Lu Jin's mind is still stuck in the experimental base.
He never thought the Siberian situation would be too difficult to handle. For Eoubs, sinking a small country wasn't a big deal. All they needed was some outrageous technology and forbidden materials, and besides, there were plenty of people capable of doing that. There were so many B-levels in the world; surely someone could do it. If all else failed, they could call in A-levels to cover it up; those guys had done similar things before.
The higher-ups said they were working on restoring the feasibility of the normal testing plan, but so far there have been no results. So he has always felt that some powerful figure is causing trouble along the way. Because even if that kind of person causes some huge trouble, the group to which he belongs—the parliament or those idiots in the salon—won't let outsiders deal with it. They have to clean up their own messes, it's just a matter of time.
After all, they... Thinking of this, he felt nauseous again, so he drank a few sips of wine to suppress the thought.
He had just vomited; the alcohol had gone down his stomach like a knife, but at least it made him feel a little better.
Lu Jin regained some composure, opened up the permissions, and transferred the holographic screen's image to the forum.
The "Feast of Repayment"—now renamed "Motherfucker's Pity"—even resembles an official website, and it's utterly self-righteous—is filled with registered members discussing the fall of Siberia. The website claims that Li Lin had planned this all along, and Roy merely turned the tables on them; from the moment the incident occurred, Roy had dragged the entire mission into the abyss. But they still don't understand, Lu Jin thought. Those planned reinforcements, operatives, special agents… weren't unused. But because of Roy's intervention, all escape routes were shattered. And this was the first step in his complete reshuffling of Eoubs.
Lu Jin stared intently at the video of He Yu and Li Lin talking, as if he were possessed.
In repeated playbacks, he zoomed in on the screen, watching carefully and repeatedly, and finally noticed... a shadowy figure in the darkness beside the two of them—completely invisible without increasing the resolution.
Her gaze swept over everyone present, her pupils holding something unfathomable, clearly indicating she was thinking and observing. Yet she made no move, as if she already knew what was going to happen and didn't want to interfere, so she simply watched it unfold.
The sight of He Yu and the other man completely shattered was reflected in her eyes like the deadly ray of light from a bomb detonating. Lu Jin was certain that this superior... was more insane, more reckless, and more... sorrowful than any of her subordinates had ever imagined.
They will soon find out what kind of bloody storm Li Lin has stirred up and where Eoubs has ended up.
Then it was destroyed.
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Sheen registered a new member; the previous one had been banned for making overly aggressive comments, and she was currently reading the posts.
Eoubs' loyal followers, as if they were offering a sacrifice, frantically reported the news of the sinking of Siberia, with several key posts broadcasting related information.
Some say that Siberia and the Mirror of Eternal Dreams have now merged into one, meaning that the controlled areas are no longer the exclusive domain of the powerful and wealthy; they belong to all those who refuse to submit, and they are entitled to make pilgrimages there. However, travel expenses and weapons are rationed, as these items are not cheap and require a significant investment.
Within the forum, some idiots were genuinely inspired by this grand fall—they felt they had finally found their faith in this life—to rebel against the powerful and fight for their own suffering. They thought it was incredibly awesome, so many spontaneously organized themselves, taking various modes of transportation to the "Mirror of Eternal Dreams," hoping to sink into it themselves.
Sheen had been at the East China branch for less than a month, yet she already knew about everyone who had suffered the same fate as her… or rather, those poor souls who had witnessed as much hardship as she had, knew “the suffering they had endured,” and the people in their lives whom they could never save, the decisions they made, the agonizing moments they endured throughout their long lives… But some people are always accustomed to quick fixes, and this habit numbs their minds. For example, adding something strong to drinks, obeying the orders of higher-ups, listening to the powerful declare that everything will eventually be different, that their efforts will be rewarded, and that their contributions are unparalleled. These idiots have no idea what eternity truly means.
Eoubs thought that one day she would clean up the place completely, once the wave of repayment had passed, the novelty had worn off, or He Yu and Li Lin were dead, or Joseph would have to start over.
She simply watched in silence. The brilliant splendor on the holographic screen had long since vanished, and all that remained in her eyes was that bloody abyss—the cage set up by Eoubs, containing so much flesh and blood that could never be cleaned up no matter what.
Then she turned to look at another body.
Can someone kindly help me get a stamp/push? (Sad)
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