Chapter 265
As Messiah spoke, as if to prove his identity, he touched Xie Xubai's forehead.
The vast divine power surged into the other party's sea of consciousness like a tide, not only filling the gaps in Xie Xubai's progress that the crow had failed to make, but also further advancing the progress to 98%!
The mental barrier that was erected in an instant completely blocked the fluctuations, preventing anyone from sensing or noticing them.
Twenty minutes later, a large force of nearly a thousand people converged in front of the teleportation passage on the thirtieth floor. Top organizations from various continents sent several representatives to find relevant parties to understand the situation, and for a time, there was a cacophony of voices and discussions.
White has regained consciousness, and a top-notch medical team is gathered around him, examining him closely.
Despite the person's repeated insistence that he was fine, everyone was still worried about him, seeing the bloodstains on his chest and his pale, silent face.
Upon learning that the Fifth Apostle had been convicted of treason, the Sixth Apostle felt particularly guilty, for if he hadn't told White whereabouts, the latter wouldn't have been so badly injured.
"It's my fault. I thought that the Fifth Brother didn't participate in those disgusting things on Noah's Ark like the Ninth Brother, no, the former Ninth Apostle and the others, because he still had a shred of justice left in his heart. Who could have imagined..."
White suddenly spoke up: "This is not a prosecutor's meeting for admitting guilt and holding people accountable. Even if it were, the person who should be criticized and reflect on himself the most should be me. It was I, as the decision-maker, who failed to consider the real risks and allowed the artifact of destiny to be destroyed."
He stood up, looked around at everyone present, and suddenly bowed, his tightly pursed lips trembling slightly: "It was my fault."
Those who originally wanted to hold someone accountable swallowed their words upon seeing this and didn't say anything more.
Others, disregarding the warnings, pointed at White and said sternly, "That's a divine artifact of destiny! Do you think you can get away with just a simple apology? And to single-handedly infiltrate the system's headquarters—even the most arrogant person wouldn't make such a basic mistake! Was it an accident or something fishy? I heard you have no memories of this life; could it be that the system—"
“Speaker Mok.” The middle-aged man’s deep, steady voice forcefully interrupted him.
Everyone looked over and saw that the speaker was the Peak Guild Leader.
The latter arrived quite early, exchanged a few words with White, and was asking the medical team about White's physical condition.
"As far as I know, nearly thirty people from your guild once defected to the system. Among them, two were your trusted confidants. On the night before they leaked false information that led to the death of everyone in that dungeon, they were even in the same office with you for three hours."
The implication was that he couldn't escape suspicion either. Speaker Moke choked, his face turning grim: "But that was a long time ago, and I have been investigated by the Federation. The Inspection Department can confirm my innocence!"
"The Oversight Department no longer exists," said President Peak.
He stood ramrod straight, like a towering mountain, his sharp eagle eyes sweeping over the faces of everyone present. His tone was neither warm nor cold, yet firm and powerful: "Is there anyone who doesn't know? In this game restart, the various combat departments that the Federation launched against the Infinite Game disappeared."
"We have lost the Supervision Department, the four top research groups, and more than twenty elite special operations units!"
"Among them, the Minister of Supervision, Pei Yuheng, has been confirmed to be the S-rank Ghost King Dean in the trial instance 'Please Follow the Settings,' and has lost all his memories as a player—he has been assimilated by the instance and may never be able to come back."
Countless people fell silent.
Thunder rumbled in the gloomy sky, as if striking everyone's heart, and a heavy atmosphere permeated the air, making it hard to breathe.
"Those warriors we are so proud of fought to the very last moment for a victory with an uncertain outcome. And humanity has paid a heavy price and shed countless lives throughout its history, with 7.7 billion souls watching over us from the depths of the earth."
"The three-year deadline for the challenge is approaching. The Book of Revelation mentions that this is our last chance," the Peak President said loudly, spreading his hands. "Now, all of you gathered here, as humanity's last hope, are you sure you want to waste your precious time blaming each other?"
With such a huge label placed on someone, no one can catch it.
Speaker Moke's cheeks turned red, and he stiffened his neck, unable to utter a sound for a long time. Perhaps he saw the top intelligence team leader beside him raise his hand halfway with an unchanging expression, his fingertips glowing with light, and open a recording device called "Classified Original".
—It was as if if he dared to say another word, more scandals and old grievances would be brought up for everyone to enjoy.
The sounds of people disappeared.
The president looked at White, and the young man exchanged glances with him. The former patted him on the shoulder silently.
Shortly afterward, the Messiah appeared amidst the crowd.
The raven, having failed to learn the whereabouts of the Second Apostle from White, was filled with worry and a somber expression. Upon seeing him, it recalled past grievances, and its gaze suddenly turned icy.
Although it wasn't entirely undeserved, it was because the Raven and Hill had mistaken Messiah for a white imitator and used the guise of a friendly sparring match to secretly target him.
Little did they expect that their opponent was actually stronger than them. At first, the opponent pretended to be weak while secretly attacking them. But when they were completely relaxed, the opponent suddenly attacked, catching everyone off guard.
Hill was half-dead; his heart had been pierced, and he opened his eyes at the respawn point.
The crows did not resent the Messiah for this, after all, they were the ones who started it and made things difficult for him.
But in the instant he was killed, he keenly sensed that there was a serious problem with Messiah's power.
The flow of that power was neither smooth nor coherent, like a musical instrument forcibly assembled from mismatched parts, producing a harsh, noisy sound full of disharmony.
Before long, conspiracy theories began circulating among players that the Messiah was actually an artificial being.
Some even suspect that the Messiah is a dark creation resulting from Noah's Ark human experiments, or a humanoid creature planted by the system.
During that period when he enjoyed great fame and was praised and admired by countless viewers, Messiah was suddenly questioned by many parties. It was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, extinguishing the flames. He was forced to suspend his duties and accept an investigation, which lasted for more than half a year.
Messiah was the successor chosen by the Federation, and in theory, he shouldn't have faced much difficulty. However, he was imprisoned for half a year, which was unexpected by everyone.
Some suspect that the United Nations, seeing the Messiah at the height of its power, was showing signs of becoming disobedient, and thus used this opportunity to settle personal scores and put pressure on the other side.
Outsiders have no way of knowing exactly what happened, but those in the know estimate that things are probably not peaceful.
After that encounter, Messiah's personality suddenly changed drastically. His tolerance for evil dropped to an infinitely low level, and he would even destroy the tools used by evil people.
Not long after, he stormed into the Federation's headquarters with concrete evidence of numerous crimes committed by its high-ranking officials, slaughtering several incumbent leaders in one fell swoop and completely severing ties with the Federation.
The raven stared at Messiah with undisguised hostility, but the latter remained expressionless, treating him as if he were air, and brushed past him without missing a beat.
Until the raven suddenly attacked, holding the sword of judgment before the Messiah.
The crow looked him up and down: "After all this time, it seems you still don't know who your contracted deity is."
Not everyone can be as unstoppable as White, using divine blessings as casual attacks.
In order to maintain the purity of their faith and to avoid mental breakdown, normal players can only contract with one deity, and their spiritual power will not be mixed with multiple colors, like a colorful dye vat.
Messiah turned his head and met the raven's suspicious gaze. Suddenly, he asked, seemingly out of the blue, "The time I was investigated, was it you who released the information?"
The young man was dressed in a golden and white divine robe, with a peaceful expression and a calm, unhurried voice. The divine power that unconsciously emanated from him was clear and pure, as if a faint light enveloped him, and his holy aura was overwhelming.
He looked more like a harmless, good person than anyone else present.
However, when the crow recalled the scene of him stabbing her heart with a sword, and that cruel and ruthless, machine-like gaze, she couldn't help but feel a chill and said with disgust, "I don't trust you."
Messiah slightly raised his head.
In the past, he would either chase the crow to the ends of the earth or simply ignore the noisy creature.
But now, as Messiah gazed into the raven's eyes, his tone was unexpectedly calm, even gentle: "It's alright, because..."
He moved his lips, uttered the second half of his sentence, and then turned and left.
The crow was left standing there, stunned, repeating the second half of the sentence in bewilderment: "What do you mean this will be our final resting place? Damn, this guy is really something else, White!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Messiah walk straight to White, give him a big hug naturally, and raise his eyebrows at him meaningfully.
In an instant, the crow's eyebrows twitched wildly; it was furious.
On the other side, from a perspective unseen by the crow, Messiah had already turned his face, and a slight smile appeared on his lips as he was amused by the other party's furious and stomping appearance.
White caught a glimpse of that curve: "If you can't accept it, you can let me..."
Messiah shook his head: "No, thank you for your mercy, but this is something I must do, and only I can do."
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"If the second path fails to find a suitable target, we must consider a third path to attack the system: the application layer."
"As the name suggests, it involves attacking vulnerabilities in the application logic of a program, or using unconventional methods to block critical event execution nodes, causing the program to crash."
"You mean, create bugs in the game?"
"That's right, because we possess the third artifact of destiny, the Bone Pen that can rewrite fate. After testing, it was found that as long as the result is changed the instant the system determines that an event has occurred, the system will freeze because the result of the operation contradicts the actual situation."
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