Chapter 204 The Ideal State
March 6, 16:42:53.
A speaking evening sponsored by Heaven Gospel Company kicked off at 116ST in Manhattan, New York.
Once all the guests and staff were seated, the lighting in the hall changed.
The guests were stunned for a moment, and the surroundings fell silent for a few seconds. Then, countless projection terminals hidden in the conference hall lit up with red light, and the authentication system that had been pre-installed throughout the building began to run—scanning programs were thrown out one by one, and holographic screens popped up one after another on the stage in the center. They could see countless data codes flowing within them, and the authorization light lit up, displaying "Verification successful".
At the same time, the light in the hall dimmed again, and countless ashes-like snowflakes fell, then gathered in a vortex. The black floor of the hall reflected the faint light from the dome, like a dream world, and everyone couldn't help but stare at it.
The countless specks of light, resembling smoke and ashes, gradually coalesced into a human shape—
The guests recognized him the moment they saw his form; it was Li Lin, the founder of Heaven's Gospel Company and the great man who launched the Bloodline Gene Project.
The technological ruler that the entire world could imagine and create was now wearing only a very ordinary gray suit, stained with various experimental pigments, dyes and drug residues. He looked like a young man in his early twenties, though his exact image was not clear. This founder always appeared and disappeared invisibly, habitually hiding in legendary glory. Although everyone could see that he looked casual and tired, he always carried a chilling aura like newly forged iron.
"Welcome everyone to this impromptu lecture I've organized." Li Lin, who had emerged from countless interviews, documentaries, and books, looked around and said with a smile, "I apologize that I am not present in person, which is why I started the projection program. The reason I asked you all to be here is because there are some things you should all know."
Yu Jianchu sat in the VIP section, his eyes fixed on the shadow composed of virtual data. This was a top-tier ecosystem model they had spent a fortune creating, capable of perfectly mimicking a person's speech, micro-expressions, and customizing their tone and personality with zero deviation.
In New York's most prosperous neighborhoods, this fake shadow looks so young, with the same disdain, fearless, as if willing to brave even the muddiest abyss.
"About three years ago, we stumbled upon some...strange life forms of unknown origin in the Americas and East Asia. These creatures had never been recorded or made public, and they were extremely ferocious and bloodthirsty. We traced them all the way to the top levels of the two continents and discovered that those powerful figures were completely indifferent to the future of humanity, and they even had a very terrifying plan," he said.
"Oppression and concealment have been going on for a long time, but when oppression reaches a certain point, the cage set up by the powerful will be locked around our necks forever. At that time, these people will be conducting experiments and research in a planned way, trying to break through the supernatural realm that humans understand and reach the level of ruling everything... This will certainly completely change our world and our species. If what they want comes true, then there will be nothing but tyranny, cheap goods, expendables and corpses here, and everyone will be forever shrouded in pain and darkness."
He recounted the history that humanity had heard, and some that had not been passed down—perhaps the entire 'Gospel of Heaven'—the culmination of their efforts, worship, and love, speaking with such vividness that it seemed as if such a conspiracy to destroy all of humanity truly existed, and as if such a… young, great, godlike leader had been so merciful to mankind.
"Ultimately, under the devastation of those powerful figures, the world was shattered. Only a very small number of humans survived; most of their kind mutated into a twisted and terrifying form. Of course, we cannot..."
He paused for a moment, as if trying to stop himself from crying, then continued, his voice much louder: "After that, we contacted a wide range of people trying to prevent the catastrophe—including countries on every continent, and some of them, we..."
Li Lin chuckled self-deprecatingly as he said this.
“I didn’t think I could win back then because we were just people from the bottom of society, criminals who had escaped from prison and losers in life, while the enemy was too powerful. They had resources that could turn the whole world upside down. They could get whatever they wanted and took it for granted that our lives and dignity were included.”
Yu Jianchu flipped through the script and thought to himself, "Well done! Those idiots backstage have finally gotten their brains." Although the person giving the impassioned speech was not actually related to Li Lin, behind this face, composed of countless fragments of virtual data, were the faces of tens of thousands of people from the world's most disadvantaged groups who yearned for equality. They longed for someone to bring them their desperate hope and create an ideal world that suited them.
As the proclamation department of the Gospel of Heaven states, the marketing focus of the God-making project is to meet their needs—though it doesn't have to—their deepest desires—basically, to satisfy basic needs, live a happier life, and perhaps have a partner. When they have free time, they can go to bed or share life experiences, then continue working day and night, raising children, and then their lives can end.
So those infinite and tiny dreams are hidden in the commercial games of the heavenly gospel, pressed deep within endless work and hallucinogenic drugs, and only when they are rarely sober will "God" speak.
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