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"Who gave you permission to stop?" the inspector exclaimed, utterly exasperated. "We've been investing hundreds of billions every year, and we're almost there! Why do you want to stop?"

The person in charge appeared very calm: "Precisely because of its importance, we cannot afford any mistakes. If there is anything abnormal or amiss, we should investigate it thoroughly before proceeding."

"Just those?" The inspector scoffed. "They were probably just experiencing unstable electricity. Did that scare you to death?"

The person in charge frowned: "Most of the equipment here is sophisticated, so the current is the most stable on the entire planet. Even if the power plant loses power, the emergency power supply here can still maintain output. Even the most detailed aspects have been considered, even the specifications of the cables, which can only be matched by the most dangerous weapons arsenal."

Someone nearby chimed in, "It's also possible that there's a problem with the system. If the enemy is using hacking to interfere, it could cause the experiment to fail."

“Failure is the best outcome.” The person in charge stared out the observation window at the enormous circular device: “If we create a black hole that can’t be shut down, it will destroy the entire planet, even half of interstellar space…”

It was as if I could see this catastrophic disaster.

The person in charge instructed that an immediate investigation be conducted to find out the cause as soon as possible.

They searched until midnight, but still found nothing. Continuing the search was pointless, so the person in charge told everyone to go home and rest, and they would discuss it again tomorrow.

This experiment was highly secretive; everyone, including the person in charge, lived at the base.

He walked to his room, unlocked it with his face and fingerprint, and entered the room. The device started automatically and the lights turned on.

It's not very big, but it has all the basics. You don't need to cook, as there's a canteen and nutritional supplements.

I took a shower first, then opened the closet, took out my clothes, and put them on. A crew neck short-sleeved t-shirt and athletic shorts are the standard attire here.

As I closed the wardrobe door and turned around, I was immediately startled.

A man sat in an ergonomic chair next to his computer.

The fact that the computer wasn't turned on reassured him slightly, and he began to observe the other person.

Even sitting down, you can tell he's very tall and extremely handsome.

At first glance, he felt that the other person was not "human." No human could have such perfect skin; it was flawless. No human could be so beautiful, even among people of the same sex. The other person's beauty dazzled him for a moment.

After regaining his senses, his first thought was to call the police for help.

"Dr. Brian, I advise you not to do anything foolish." With just a glance from the other party, the electronic photo album next to the bed suddenly exploded, or rather, imploded, shattering into pieces with a soft "pop."

The digital photo album can store over 500 photos, which can be scrolled around on the bedside table. The photos include family, friends, colleagues, peers, alumni, teachers, students… almost all of them are stored on the computer and can be copied back, though this takes considerable time. But this isn't just about damaging the album; it's a threat.

Brian, the person in charge, sensed it and frowned: "Who are you?"

"You are someone you cannot mess with, much less resist." The other person's voice was very pleasant. If one did not sense danger, anyone would feel favorably toward such a person; this is a normal human reaction.

The computer, which had suddenly shut down, turned on again, projecting the core experimental data in 3D imaging into mid-air. Despite the importance of this data, the other party didn't even glance at it, calmly watching him from the sidelines: "Stop the experiment, or this planet will perish."

“Impossible!” Brian retorted immediately. “Even if I agreed, the higher-ups wouldn’t.”

“Then convince them that I won’t waste my energy on reminding them one by one. Tell them it’s either stop or die; you’ve crossed the line.” The other person’s nonchalant demeanor, however, instilled fear in Brian—a fear of the unknown and of someone in a high position.

Brian took a deep breath and explained the entire reason for the experiment: "An asteroid will approach the planet in about half a month. We have tried to deflect it with thermal weapons, but we failed. That would have wiped out all life on the planet and even created a second moon. This experiment is our last hope. The black hole created will be able to devour the asteroid or transfer it to another location. If possible, humanity will also break through the barriers of time and space and reach more distant galaxies or even other universes."

"I'll handle this minor problem, but the experiment must be stopped. Not only this experiment, but all other experiments are also prohibited. Your current technology is sufficient."

After a moment of silence, Brian immediately grasped the key point. The other side meant that their technology should cease all further advancement and stop there.

"Who exactly are you?" Brian's eyes were filled with panic and confusion.

The other person's tone remained calm throughout, seemingly devoid of any emotion: "I raised and taught your first ancestors. I gave you the chance to live, and almost everything you have is thanks to me. I am a servant of the Supreme God. Now do you know who I am?"

"God of Hope!" Brian's pupils contracted.

The chief goddess, Xining, had a subordinate named Hope. Humanity, having brought about its own destruction, was on the verge of extinction when Hope placed them on this planet, giving them a chance to live. Over millions of years, miracles have occurred from time to time. Even today, with incredibly advanced technology, Xining and the God of Hope remain the largest religious sects, as if ingrained in their very genes.

The fact that the god of hope could call him by name suggested that he was in a good mood. The slight tilt of his head gave him a more human air: "It seems he has value in living."

The last officially confirmed miracle was more than 300 years ago. Although other miracles have occurred from time to time, most of them were deliberately arranged by people.

Brian tried to calm himself: "God of Hope, is giving up technology the price for helping us solve the asteroid problem?"

"It's a divine decree, a command, whatever it may be." The hope it evoked was beautiful beyond mortal comprehension, yet it sent a chill down Brian's spine: "Otherwise, before the planet even arrives, I will destroy you. The chapter on divine punishment is still in place, isn't it?"

Great floods, plagues, meteor showers, earthquakes...

Brian felt his mouth go dry. He swallowed hard. "I'm just a lowly experiment supervisor. There are a dozen or so supervisors like me at this base, above that is the base's general manager, and above that..."

"Stop arguing!" Hope interrupted him: "Just do it, I'll authorize you."

Hope turned her gaze to the computer screen, and within seconds, a countdown appeared on the page, along with the words: "You must obey my will and stop."

Brian glanced at the countdown and quickly realized when it would reset. He blurted out, "Three days from now?"

"This is just a warning." Hope, sitting in the chair, faded and then disappeared.

Brian stared wide-eyed. Although he knew there were many ways to do this, holographic projection being one of them, watching a god disappear before his eyes made all the technological means he possessed seem utterly useless.

Asking him to persuade those in power, politicians, and leaders of other countries—does the god of hope really think he's a god? (End of Chapter)