I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 954, 949. A World Apart
“Alright.” Although Lin Zhaoheng seemed somewhat reluctant, she ultimately agreed to Ma En’s request. After all, she had no other choice under the circumstances, and just as Shadow had warned her…

Marx and Engels were not figures who could be easily dealt with.

This made it easy for Marn to achieve his goal: to exchange the weapon for its improvement and enhancement by temporarily renting it out, and he had no intention of actually letting the weapon leave him.

After all, the situation is quite dire at the moment, and he might have to use the power of this weapon at any time.

For this, he even "did not hesitate" to expose his ambiguous secret relationship with Sera.

This also achieved his ultimate goal—to get the Federation to strengthen and improve the weapon for free without ever releasing it.

Given the current situation, Marne did not think it was a wise decision to let this weapon leave him. It was his only anomalous item that could restrain Heaven, and it was also a rather powerful weapon.

He couldn't possibly hand over that power.

As for the Federation's proposal regarding the anti-mind drug, he had not considered it at all. Although the Federation's proposed stabilizing anti-mind drug was not entirely useless to him, the cost was something he could not accept at all.

Moreover, in order to secure a stable supply of goods, he risked his life to resolve the D17 issue. If he were to accept the Federation's conditions now, wouldn't that be a wasted risk?
"If there's nothing else, let's leave it at that for now," Marne asked tentatively.

Lin Zhaoheng nodded:
"Shadow will come to collect the items. Just hand them over to him. Besides this, we may also need your help. We have several special operations plans."

"And if we don't find you, we will also publicly post various bounty missions. If you are not interested in the rewards listed above, you can contact us at any time to discuss the compensation."

"Or if there's anything you want, you can tell me now and we'll prepare it for you immediately."

Marx and Engels shook their heads:

"Thank you, but I don't need anything. I will lend you the weapon, mainly because this matter is indeed related to our survival, but that's all. Nothing more is our business."

Marne certainly did not intend to provide any assistance other than weapons.

After all, he can't be in two places at the same time, or at least he can't fight two wars at the same time.

After receiving his reply, Lin Zhaoheng didn't say anything more, and even left quite decisively without trying to persuade Ma En again, as if she herself couldn't stand the conversation anymore.

After she left, Maren resumed reading the book he had just put down.

Although he doesn't intend to participate in this battle, Sera is almost certain to get involved. Even if she doesn't fight the angels head-on, she will at least do something in the Southern Federation.

After all, Maren knew that Heaven was everyone's problem, and he would definitely participate in this battle. The only difference was what part he would participate in and how much the Federation would pay him.

Even considering Sera's personality alone, it's impossible for "he" to really stand idly by.

As Marne had anticipated, the Federation held private negotiations with all invitees over the next two days, sometimes even negotiating with multiple invitees simultaneously.

These invitees also took this opportunity to engage in numerous negotiations, with the most frequent exchanges coming from various Eastern Federation companies. Almost every company had dedicated members promoting various business opportunities.

Even the Wind God had several invitees who went to visit her, including the salesman from the Eastern Federation Company, Suer, the Sea God, the Sky God, and even the Fire God, who all tried to find her to say something.

She refused them all, saying she was sleeping.

While this was indeed partly due to Maren's arrangement, it seemed that the Wind Goddess herself had no intention of chatting with these old friends she hadn't seen for many years. As a deity, she seemed to have an innate sense of "loneliness."

More accurately, as a deity, she did not need any communication that humans relied on, and perhaps due to the aftermath of that war, she even somewhat rejected such communication.

However, no one from Marx and Engels came to visit them again. And so, the appointed day arrived quickly.

…………

The Southern Federation, at the entrance of the invitation.

Kong Shanzhi, Lin Zhaoheng, and Yingzi were all standing outside the door waiting. The surrounding streets were almost completely silent, with no ordinary passersby in sight. Only a few scattered federal special forces personnel were hiding in various corners, on guard against any possible attack.

The shadow raised its head and squinted slightly:

"The sun is really blinding today."

The midday sun hung high in the sky, having remained motionless for a long time.

Kong Shanzhi smiled:

"This distinguished guest has kept us waiting."

Lin Zhaoheng said coldly:

"After all, we need him now."

The shadow opened its eyes:
"coming."

The blazing sun, which had been embedded in the sky, suddenly trembled slightly, and then, as if stepping out of a painting, it broke free from the blue curtain and fell towards their location.

Then, the deity with stars on his shoulders landed in front of them.

“Sera.” Kong Shan’s eyes narrowed instantly, like a beast that had sensed a threat. His fur, which had been relaxed, stood on end, and every pore seemed to be sending him a warning of danger.

Lin Zhaoheng looked at the Sun God with a hint of doubt. She could sense that Kong Shanzhi and the shadow's bodies had undergone subtle changes, but she couldn't see anything magical about the creature in front of her.

But just as she was thinking this, the chip built into her brain also sent a signal.

"The level of danger has exceeded the normal range, and the evacuation procedure may not be able to be carried out smoothly. Please be prepared for any eventuality."

The brief and unfamiliar words brought her back to reality like a bucket of cold water.

As they pondered, Sera finally stopped in mid-air before them, looking down at the mortals who had come to greet him, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking down at insects:

"Mortal, I have arrived."

His plain words revealed his arrogance.

Based on her professional skills honed over the years, Lin Zhaoheng instinctively wanted to greet Sera, but for a moment she forgot how to talk to someone of higher status than herself.

Over the decades, she has had no occasions where she needed to use the skills she once had.

"Dear Sera, I extend my greetings on behalf of the Federation." Fortunately, instinct ultimately prevailed over reason, and she revealed a professional, aloof smile. "May we all be satisfied with the outcome."

Kong Shanzhi also slowly opened his mouth:
"You're pretty good, Sera."