wear it lord god

Chapter 2632 Gap
Back in the conference room, Brian connected to the global conference. That's how he went, but no one laughed at him for looking like that.

Because his videos of shamanistic rituals have gone viral online, and in order to demonstrate the importance of the country, the authorities have even mentioned the divine revelation he had received in the past.

If it fails, everyone will die anyway. If it resolves the crisis, even if it's not a result of shamanistic rituals, it will gain more people's trust, and who knows, it might be beneficial to us in the future.

The theme of this conference is that technology must stand still.

Many countries and important organizations are skeptical, questioning why a deity would make such a request.

After arguing for over an hour, someone finally brought up Brian, asking him to share his thoughts.

"Hoo hoo~" Sitting at the back, Brian, who was practically invisible, was already fast asleep in his chair, snoring loudly. His mouth, painted with black lip gloss, was wide open, and drool was almost dripping down.

The director of the Foreign Affairs Department's lips twitched slightly, and he said shamelessly, "Praying to the gods is a mentally taxing task, so it's normal to feel tired."

The whole world was watching, and everyone's faces were long. The head of the garrison reluctantly went over and shook the soundly sleeping Brian awake.

"Hmm?" Brian was finally shaken awake.

The inspector pulled him up and moved him forward, saying, "Hurry up, the heads of state want to ask you questions."

Then she lowered her voice and whispered almost in his ear, "Watch your voice, know what to say."

Brian, dressed in a striking outfit, was pushed to the front, facing dozens of 3D projections.

A staff member came up and placed a small earpiece in Brian's hand. Pointing to his own ear, he added, "Translator."

Brian put on the translator, his face covered in red and green paint, looking like an ancient native, his expression wooden and heavy, his eyes holding the clarity and naivety of a college student.

This would only be a hindrance, so the Director of Foreign Affairs quickly introduced: "This is Dr. Brian, a scientist at the experimental base who specializes in researching time-space black holes and is an authority on quantum mechanics. Anyone who has attended the International Science Conference should be very familiar with him."

Is this how scientists are? But when they can't explain the crisis's resolution scientifically, divine intervention is the only explanation.

Then someone started asking questions, and the questions were translated by machine and played almost simultaneously from the translator.

"Doctor, do you believe that this catastrophic disaster was prevented by divine intervention?"

Brian didn't speak, he just stared at him blankly until the other person repeated the question.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Brian slowly pulled out the feather duster that was still stuck in his neck and gently placed it aside.

Many people, especially the country's high-ranking officials, secretly rolled their eyes.

Nowadays, bionic robots do the cleaning; this thing is practically an antique.

Brian definitely found these items in a junkyard. The base is isolated from the outside world, so they preserved as many items as possible. The feather duster looks like it was used once seven or eight years ago when making a game or performing a skit, as did the hand drum and clown hat.

Brian took it out now because he had forgotten about it earlier, and it was a little painful to the touch. After surviving a major disaster, there's a possibility of being stunned; some people may not recover for days.

Brian grabbed the clown hat again, slowly pulled it off, and then slowly said, "I think it is, yes, it must be him."

"Who?" the other person asked with a hint of sarcasm. "The God of Hope?"

Since you already know, why ask? Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? Brian stared intently at the other person: "Anyway, it's neither you nor me."

Let alone the two of them, even with current technology, the entire human race combined doesn't have that capability.

One was speechless, while the other challenged, "Then what do you think we should do? Are we supposed to stop studying science and let all of humanity go back to primitive times, using slash-and-burn agriculture?" "That's your business. I'm not good at politics and coordination." Brian yawned. "If there's nothing else, I'd like to take a nap first, then hand in my resignation, apply for free public housing, and live a wonderful life of playing games, watching videos, and eating pre-made meals."

Regardless of others, he believed it: if he didn't want to die, he should start with himself and transform from a researcher into a useless ordinary person.

Another person chimed in with a question: "As the only person who can communicate with the gods, what do you think the gods mean?"

"How would I know what the gods mean? I just do what they say." Brian looked dejected and indifferent. "Maybe our technology is too advanced. We can destroy the world without them even lifting a finger. He said that our current technology is sufficient."

"My last question!" one of them, who seemed more astute than the others, asked solemnly, "Doctor, please answer me truthfully, as this concerns our country's final stance... How big do you think the gap is between us and the gods?"

"How big is the difference?" Brian laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing: "Do you know how big the universe is? We've lived for so long and haven't even reached other star systems. We've only just left our solar system. Not to mention, besides the Milky Way, there are countless other galaxies in this universe."

"If we were to ask how much the gap is between us and the gods, it would be as vast as the distance between universes, or even the distance between galaxies. We might not even know how big the gap is, or the gap might be as negligible as the gap between us and bacteria."

Before he knew it, he had talked too much. Brian closed his eyes, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over him, much like the feeling of being an astronaut on the moon after their first spaceflight, witnessing the boundless universe and their own planet rising above the horizon. That feeling of insignificance.

No one broke the silence. Everyone had their own things to think about, ranging from their own national interests to the survival and future of all humankind.

Brian finally opened his eyes slowly, his tone unusually heavy: "When humans think, the gods laugh. Our universe might be destroyed by a single breath or a flick of a finger from the gods. He has come, and we have no choice in the matter. Goodbye, everyone, perhaps never again!"

He turned and left, leaving behind the three things he had just put down, piled up haphazardly.

Three days later, the final result of the meeting was that humanity would no longer conduct any experiments within the next hundred years and would make good use of existing technologies.

This has become a convention, and representatives from all countries have signed it. Any country that violates this convention will face annihilation.

Brian lived the life of an ordinary person who was supported by charity, just as he had been told.

Research institutes, bases, and scientific research institutions across the country have laid off large numbers of staff. When some of the laid-off staff at the bases applied for public housing, they learned that Brian had already been there.

The hope was to return the divine consciousness from this world; this outcome was acceptable. From now on, the humans here will rely on robots for labor, making them easy to control. He will be able to detect any disturbances in the experiment.

We cannot allow people in this world to possess technology that allows them to escape from the world.

Actually, Brian did nothing wrong.

When Brian dressed up as a clown and performed a shamanistic ritual, an unexpected act cheered him up a bit.

Brian is right.

Making an asteroid disappear requires only one line of code.

Even the complete disappearance of this world would only take him the blink of an eye.

The mistake is that this doesn't require blowing air or extending a finger. It can be done without moving at all.

Hopefully, other ideas came to mind...

That's the world he created, so what is his world like?

Xining is his god, so Xining's world...

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.