He did not refuse, nor did he say much. He just put on the rusty iron crown in front of Levi's panel, still wearing the same tattered robe.

Before being brought to Weiyang Pavilion, senior executives from various major research institutes and six chief executives of the Royal Academy of Sciences had already gathered here.

The director of the Institute of Biology conducted a comprehensive examination of An Hong's condition, but he did not say a word from beginning to end, and no one could tell whether he was sad or happy from his face.

"It's very difficult. This is not something at the biological level. Instead, the rules of another world are directly forced into reality, causing the items of reality to distort and thus produce such changes."

An Hong, who had a white veil covering his face, obviously didn't understand what he was saying. He just stared at the huge eyes on the pig's face and held the wrist of the director of the Institute of Biology tightly with one hand.

"It's difficult to deal with? It's not impossible! Then is there any way to cure this disease?"

The director of the Institute of Biology patiently explained to His Majesty.

"Your Majesty, it's not a disease that caused you to become like this, but another rule was imposed on the space where the center is located. It is because of the emergence of this rule that the current situation has occurred. If you want to restore it to its original state, based on the current situation, you should start trying in two directions."

"The current riots clearly originated from the Twilight Church, and the rule of turning people into livestock is clearly recorded in the Twilight doctrine, so this rule itself is very likely derived from what is said in the church doctrine, that after the world is destroyed, the spiritual world will carry the entire Twilight Plan.

"Now this rule has been extracted and written into the rules of the real world. At the same time, all those who have joined the paradise have become Twilight's voters and are directly affected by this rule. Now that we know the root cause, we can trace it back to the spiritual world that carries the Twilight Plan and return the stripped rules. This may be a solution."

Because he tried his best to explain in plain language, An Hong naturally understood it, but his expression became even worse.

"But the Twilight Project belongs to the church! That spiritual world is also in the hands of Le Mingxin! If you want to find a solution from the church, you need Le Mingxin's cooperation!"

He did not say the rest, but now everyone in this bedroom understood that the incident was caused by the church. If the church did not achieve its goal, how could the Pope cooperate?

An Hong raised his head and looked at the director of the Institute of Biology again. This time, his eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Aren't you the chosen ones who have mastered the rules? Can't you find a way to control these new rules?"

The director of the Institute of Biology shook his head bitterly.

"Your Majesty, control over rules is not that simple. Let's not talk about whether this newly emerged rule can be considered a natural rule. Let's assume that it is. To master it, you must have corresponding knowledge. It would take an incalculable amount of time to summarize such knowledge. This is obviously not feasible."

An Hong gripped his wrist with even greater force, and the gloom on that pig face was no longer concealed.

"Didn't you say there was a second way? If we don't want the church to cooperate, what else can we do?"

"If we don't trace the source, then we can only solve it from a practical level. The basic rules and items that construct our world have been determined in the Material Tower era. For hundreds and thousands of years, there have been no additions or subtractions. These items are almost completely solidified. We only need to do the most basic maintenance. Now that a new rule item has been imposed, it will definitely be rejected by other items. If we can find a way to use this rejection, perhaps it can be a direction to solve the problem."

An Hong didn't understand anything else. The only thing he could understand was that if he didn't seek help from the church, the people in the institute might be able to solve the problem. This made him see hope again.

"How long will this take?"

"This is just a direction, Your Majesty, a possibility that could solve the problem. Before we spend energy to try, no one knows whether it will work, and even if it does, how long it will take to work."

"If there is no solution in the end, do I have to live with this face for the rest of my life?"

After a moment's silence, the director of the rehabilitation center spoke up.

"The key to this matter still lies with His Majesty. If possible, it would be best to persuade him and let His Majesty know the harm this matter will cause to the central government and the entire human society."

"Do you think this is possible? He wants to kill my entire family! He wants to burn down the whole city! He has already done it, is there any chance he will stop?"

This question made the entire bedroom completely quiet. Everyone knew the answer: this was simply impossible.

After a long time, An Hong seemed to have thought of something. He raised his head, glanced at all the people in the bedroom, and spoke in an inexplicable tone.

"If...if those people called them back."

He only opened his mouth halfway to try to speak, and the faces of the directors of various research institutes and the chief of the Academy of Sciences all changed, and almost everyone subconsciously tried to stop him.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Your Majesty! You must know clearly what is important and what is not!"

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"It's not a life-or-death situation yet!"

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Listening to the rebuttals, An Hong's face turned cold and he stopped talking about the matter. Instead, he asked loudly in an almost exasperated tone.

"Then what do you say we should do?"

"Why do we have to think of a solution? Is this in itself a bad thing?"

An abrupt voice was heard in the bedroom, and everyone present turned their eyes to the direction where the old and hoarse voice came from at the door.

Lao Le walked in wearing a rusty crown, and he was followed by several housekeeping officers, who obviously did not stop him, because they must have informed him before entering.

His appearance made the atmosphere on the field become weird. After seeing him, An Hong, who was sitting in the main seat, became extremely gloomy and cold, and he no longer said a word. He just sat there in silence, like a noble stone statue.

Lao Le was not surprised at such a reception. He kicked the internal affairs officer, who had turned into a sheep's head and wanted to stop him but failed, on the back.

"Go get me a chair."

(End of this chapter)