Chapter 063 Collection Hall
[Current World Line Tampering Degree: 70%]
The comments section has erupted in uproar over this development:
"Holy crap! Faction system?!"
"Can we still play it this way? This is going to force players to fight against the top bosses of the module."
"Holy crap, that's incredible. So Rong Le will set up a collection center in the future and become the director who controls everything behind the scenes? So all the prosecutors and agents in the collection center will be his people?"
"I feel like my three perspectives have been impacted..."
The archives contain very little information in the special response department, but every time it appears, it is very mysterious and powerful.
Although the style is that of an orderly neutral camp, the prosecutors and operators are overly enthusiastic about the director, and it leans slightly towards the chaotic neutral camp.
Their understanding of the Archives came from the sporadic glimpses of its containment operations after the Pioneers loaded the module. It was a mysterious organization on par with the Goddess Church, the Society, and Miskatonic University.
And now, they actually saw the prototype of the newly established collection hall, and the mastermind behind all this was Rong Le!
It was as if they had traveled through time and space and witnessed a long history. Everything about this huge organization started in the early days of ignorance. At this moment, except for them, no one knew what kind of drastic changes this moment would cause to the world.
Regardless of how shocking the real world would be, a series of system prompts sounded in Rong Le's mind at this moment.
[Character Mission: 5. You housed the statue, gained your first follower, and created the collection hall. Completed.]
Rong Le subconsciously frowned, his eyes fixed on the task below.
[Current believers: 1.]
He clicked on the list of believers, and the name "Yan Liu" was prominently listed.
Rong Le: “…”
How should I put it? I'm not surprised at all.
Although he didn't understand why Yan Liu was so fanatical about him and completely regarded his orders as the truth, he allowed his behavior to happen because there was no danger.
It seems that the system automatically judged Yan Liu as his follower, because with Yan Liu's character, no matter which camp Rong Le is in, he will follow her unconditionally.
Thinking of this, Rong Le had an idea and wanted to call KP.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy, and his hands subconsciously supported themselves on the table, pushing the documents on the table aside.
What...what is this.
Something inside him began to heat up, clearly showing its presence, making it impossible for Rong Le to ignore it. His body gradually curled up into a ball, and he huddled under the chair, clutching his collar and breathing hard.
"Who...who is speaking?"
Countless confusing mumblings echoed in his mind, and Rong Le tried hard to distinguish the words that could be heard clearly in the mumblings.
"I will bear your mark and wield your power."
"Then I will take my revenge on you."
He was standing on a huge sand dune. The gray, hazy sky was deep and solemn, as if it was empty and boundless. In such a vast and mysterious area, he seemed to be gazing at a huge, oppressive object in the sky.
Who is that?
Rong Le looked at the familiar tentacles, a huge and shocking creature shrouded in mist that was unimaginable to ordinary people. A strong sense of familiarity rose in his heart.
Behind the fog, a huge monster seemed to be staring at him silently, so eternally that it was impossible to tell the passage of time, and it remained unchanged from time to time.
Rong Le opened her eyes, and there were still traces of wet tears in the corners of her eyes.
In his memory that he cannot recall yet, what happened afterwards?
Thinking of this, Rong Le turned over and sat up. He poked KP frantically, wanting to ask questions about the Misty City, but he always got the same answer.
[Players are welcome to explore more plots on their own. ]
“…”
never mind.
Even if he wanted to know something now, KP would not reveal more to him. He still needed to find the answers to these questions himself.
And that's what he came here for.
Thinking of this, Rong Le came back to her senses and looked at the sky outside.
The curtains in the office were not drawn. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. There was no light on in the room. Night had fallen outside. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, the quiet campus had a unique beauty.
Everything about this module is coming to an end.
…
Sheng Mao has been a member of the student union for several days. After joining the student union, his status in the school has risen rapidly. Even the student union members in the same class are very polite to him. This is all because the person leading him is Yan Liu.
"It always feels strange. Why did the student union suddenly take a fancy to me? No matter how I think about it, it feels wrong."
After class, Sheng Mao lay on the desk and whispered with Wang Qi and Chen Sisi.
Wang Qi: "Did Yan Liu do anything to you?"
Sheng Mao: "Not really, it's actually quite normal. He just asked me to run errands or something."
There is absolutely no technical content.
Wang Qi said calmly, "That's enough. At least they don't intend to attack you. It's enough for us to be alive."
"Speaking of which, you seem quite uneasy lately, and it seems that it's not just because of the student council. Did something happen?"
Sheng Mao: “Is it that obvious?”
"It's obvious, right Sisi?" Wang Qi turned around and said.
Chen Sisi nodded: "Yes."
"Well...actually, I'm just a little concerned."
Sheng Mao made a little gesture, looked around to see if there was anyone around, and said hesitantly, "On my first day at work, I went to the top floor of the library to meet the student union president."
The girls' eyes widened: "Really?!"
Sheng Mao muttered softly, "Really? Actually, I don't know why. I should be afraid of him, but I always feel close to him. I don't know if I've been bewitched, but I can't help thinking about him lately."
Moreover, he didn't dare to show too much concern for Rong Le, for fear of being discovered by Yan Liu. He always felt that something bad would happen.
Sheng Mao shuddered silently with an expressionless face.
Wang Qi: "That's the president, a man who's been rumored to be a demonic tyrant among the students. How could you meet him so easily?"
The student union president only stayed in the office and occasionally visited the classroom. They were in the second grade and would not go back to the third grade floor unless there were special circumstances. Basically, they had never seen the president.
Sheng Mao: "He actually looks very gentle... Well, I know it's unlikely."
In short, he was always troubled by Rong Le.
Wang Qi was thinking about how to comfort Sheng Mao in a tactful way without hurting his young heart when there was suddenly an unusual commotion in the corridor.
“That person is coming!”
Everyone who heard this was silent for a moment, and then suddenly became noisy.
"No way, really? Why is that person in the second grade?"
"What is he doing here? To catch ghosts?"
"Damn it, how many times this month has this happened?"
"No way, will they come to our class?!"
Everyone started talking at once, but they all returned to the classroom and sat down honestly.
Suddenly the corridor was empty.
"Da, da."
Footsteps sounded in the corridor.
Everyone was so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed to disappear. After an unknown amount of time, the bell for class rang, but the teacher still hadn't come in.
Suddenly, there was a scream from the classroom next door, as if there was some commotion.
"Really? Those guys are too arrogant." There was a sound of messy and hurried footsteps in the corridor, and the members of the student union complained.
"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the president? You really don't know how to live or die."
After hearing these words, the students in other classes dared not breathe.
Even in the student union, that department is particularly scary. They are like mourning birds, and their appearance means the presence of ghosts.
Although they had never seen any ghosts, but... in the eyes of the students, these people were no different from ghosts.
The leading member said, "Alright, hurry up and don't delay the class."
Everyone fell silent. In front of the president, no one dared to go too far and quickly controlled the target.
The ghost shouted, "Why are you tying me up? I'm not a ghost!"
"I'm human!"
The student union members immediately stopped him, "Shut up! Don't try to deceive people, you monster!"
The ghost made a humming sound, as if its mouth was blocked, and then the sound gradually faded away, as if it was taken away by someone.
"President..." the member said a little uneasily.
"It doesn't matter."
A clear voice sounded calmly.
Upon hearing this voice, Class 2-A fell into an uncanny silence.
Probably everyone is praying at this moment, never to come here.
The president's footsteps sounded slowly, becoming clearer and clearer until they stopped in front of Class A's door.
"There are ghosts here too."
Sheng Mao looked at Wang Qi and Chen Sisi.
The door of Class A was pushed open, and a boy with black hair and green eyes walked in.
He walked in calmly, as if he was not affected by the ghost just now. Many people saw the legendary student council president for the first time, but at this moment they directly confirmed his identity.
The smooth black hair was tied together with a dark green headband, and a few strands of hair fell on the shoulders, looking particularly casual. The boy had a faint smile on his face, and seemed particularly gentle and amiable. The well-cut school uniform made his posture look particularly upright.
He was not wearing a school uniform jacket, only a formal grey vest, and a jeweled bow tie that was elegant and appropriate.
At first glance, you can tell that he is someone completely different from them.
The president glanced around the class, stretched out his hand, and gently pointed in a certain direction: "There."
The members behind him immediately rushed forward and controlled the man.
The student looked panicked: "What are you doing? No! It's not me..."
Before he could finish his words, his mouth was ruthlessly blocked.
The student union members skillfully tried to drag the man away, but were stopped by a boy in the aisle: "Hey, what did he do wrong? Why are you arresting him?"
The members looked at him in surprise: "Don't interfere with official business. This person is not your classmate, he is a monster."
"I've never seen a monster before!"
The boy said loudly.
His voice made the others feel a little agitated, and everyone seemed to be feeling a little emotional.
The member frowned, seemingly not intending to attack him: "If you have any objections, you can report to the administration building, but we need to take this person away now to prevent him from endangering other students..."
The boy approached him and said, "I haven't seen a ghost before. I just know this is my classmate. He won't let you pass unless you let go."
"Hey, what are you doing!" The other members were shocked and tried to stop him, but many people in the class stood up with anger in their eyes.
"Are you crazy?"
The student union’s duty is to protect students, and they never thought that one day they would stand on the opposite side of the students. They looked at the president helplessly, trying to get orders.
If this continues, it will definitely become an ugly mess.
The president looked over here calmly and said, "Stop it."
His words were like cool ice water, instantly cooling down people's overloaded emotions, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.
"Are you planning a rebellion?"
He calmly glanced at all the people who stood up, and the students who looked at him subconsciously lowered their heads.
"The Student Union's duty is to protect students, but if anyone interferes with public affairs, we will not tolerate it. Anyone who wants to vouch for this ghost, of course, can do so. Anyone who dares to stand up will be taken away."
"The Student Union is not your enemy; it exists to protect you all. God's judgment is infallible. It is a fair judgment that everyone believes in. The guilty will go to hell."
"Sheep should have the awareness of being a flock. Don't try to escape the protection of the shepherd."
The boy's voice was cold and harsh, and everyone couldn't help but lower their heads.
Yes, the guilty will be judged, and the justice of the statue is firmly imprinted in everyone's mind. It is the absolute truth.
…But if they also believe that others are guilty, why can't they also exercise the right to judge?
Why would the student union deprive them of their right to judge? Are they afraid of something?
"Okay, let's put an end to this boring farce."
The president was in low spirits and seemed to take them completely for granted.
In the end, that person was taken away. The students who stood up in the class, including the boy at the beginning, watched them leave in silence.
Sheng Mao couldn't help swallowing when he saw this scene.
I always feel like... something is not good.
The student union's style is so tough, as if protecting the students like lambs that cannot withstand the wind and rain. None of them has ever seen a ghost. Some even regard ghosts as school legends and feel hostility and dissatisfaction towards the student union.
Sheng Mao looked at the silent crowd and felt that a storm was about to come.
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