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Chapter 181 The World's Painkillers
The night passed quickly.

In Charles Manor, Du Mu stretched out his hand and slowly caught the newly born ball of faith that fell from the sky.

After this ball of faith fell into Du Mu's hands, it instantly solidified into a golden apple that ordinary people could see with the naked eye in accordance with Du Mu's definition.

Du Mu looked at the golden apple, thought for a moment, and finally took a bite.

The mental strength has indeed increased, to about the total mental strength of three Toms.

The improvement in mental strength caused by the golden apple is of course not calculated as a percentage, but a fixed amount. Eating a second apple will not reduce the effect.

Then you can slowly accumulate little by little. Anyway, Du Mu currently has no other way to improve his mental strength.

And the next golden apple...will probably be born in an hour or two.

The reason why the fourth golden apple produced results so quickly was, of course, because as the night passed, the power of faith around the world expanded exponentially.

Du Mu raised his head. Originally, the roots of the golden tree sparsely covered the entire world...but now, the sky was almost completely covered by the golden curtain.

Du Mu's vision of the starry sky was almost blocked. In his eyes, the sky above his head was no longer azure blue, but a golden ocean, a golden wool blanket densely woven with golden silk threads.

Even the golden tree, which had shrunk slightly in size due to Du Mu's several uses and the condensation of the golden apple, expanded again.

It was even more magnificent than the hundred-meter-tall tree that Du Mu had first seen. After just one night, it expanded to a height of nearly five hundred meters.

And this is obviously far from the limit of the golden tree that is still growing slowly. With the rapid increase in the number of believers around the world, it will become even more luxuriant and larger.

But Du Mu didn't care much about this.

Because now people all over the world have suddenly gained a bottom line in terms of life security, and they can't help but be grateful to themselves.

This was caused by the fact that we had just experienced the Second World War and the global security was extremely poor, which suddenly created a huge gap and a sharp contrast with previous life.

As time goes by, when this security becomes a matter of course, the power of faith will not be so strong.

But on the other hand, when the people get used to safety, the original criminals will probably be almost wiped out by the Godly Lord, and there may be no need to consume so much power of faith to process data and transmit mana, and the demand will also decrease.

With all this going on, perhaps the efficiency of the Golden Apple won't be too bad after it stabilizes?
It’s very good. Du Mu feels the joy of a good harvest.

In order to wait for the next golden apple in the near future, Du Mu stayed in Charles Manor for the time being.

At the same time, he was thinking in his heart... If he could plant more golden trees and let different worlds bear fruit at the same time, the growth of his spiritual power would probably be faster.

At this time in Charles Manor, Eric and Charles were with Du Mu, while the other mutants Du Mu knew were all busy with their own lives.

After Du Mu left, Du Mu had no interest in getting to know the new mutants. Du Mu also knew their mutant abilities, but none of them was more valuable than Nightwalker and Quicksilver.

And according to what Du Mu heard, the two young men were almost completing their journey for the night.

As expected of a speedster, his efficiency is fast.

"Will Pietro come back?" Eric asked nervously.

Charles smiled and patted Eric's shoulder: "Don't worry, even if he doesn't come back, we know his home address, and I will go with you then."

Eric said helplessly: "But what if he thinks I am irresponsible and doesn't want to acknowledge me as his father?"

Charles spread his hands and said, "You are too nervous, Eric. You haven't had a good communication before. That child is also kind-hearted and is the same as you. As long as you have the opportunity to communicate, you will definitely recognize each other."

Eric looked at Charles speechlessly: "You just came into contact with my son, and you can read his mind?"

Charles looked puzzled and said, "Of course not... I felt it."

"Feel?"

If someone else said this, Eric would just treat it as an excuse.

But it was Charles who was speaking, and Eric knew he would never speak without a purpose.

Charles glanced at Du Mu, and then said to Eric: "It's the golden apple that the God just ate. When the God just returned, he also ate one for me. Since then, even if I don't use my telepathic ability, I can vaguely feel other people's general personality and emotions."

Du Mu took a sip of the Coke in the wine gourd and said casually, "It is the improvement of mental power that allows Charles to vaguely sense other people's minds. This is normal. Anyone who eats the golden apple will probably have a similar effect."

Eric nodded, not quite understanding, and Du Mu continued, "The improvement of mental power can increase thinking speed and calculation capacity. If you eat the golden apple, the precision of your use of magnetism will definitely be greatly improved."

These words made Eric's eyes light up, but then the passion was replaced by calmness.

This made Du Mu raise his eyebrows slightly.

Magneto doesn't pursue power anymore?
Is this still Magneto?
But as Du Mu said, he could also feel Eric's vague mood.

Eric took a deep breath, smiled and shook his head, saying, "The reason why I pursued power in the past was to create a peaceful environment where people like us could live in peace."

"But... this kind of life has already been realized."

He looked at Du Mu with complex emotions in his eyes. It was no longer a simple gratitude, but a deeper emotion.

"In the future, I might find a job as an ordinary person? Then I can live a down-to-earth life. Anyway, my revenge has been taken, and I don't need to go around the world catching illegal mutants. I have no regrets."

Seeing that Eric looked like he was going to become a Buddha, Du Mu thought for a moment and asked, "Why do you want to find a job as an ordinary person?"

Eric was stunned, and so was Charles.

"Isn't your God-King Asylum System meant to bridge the gap between humans and mutants and allow people to coexist peacefully?"

Charles asked.

Naturally, he would not try to read Du Mu's mind, but he asked questions for the first time in a long time.

Du Mu smiled and shook his head, "I don't intend to erase the uniqueness of this world. Mutants are the special wealth of this world. I just don't want them to use it for crimes."

"But, take Eric for example, what if he gets into mining? What if he gets into shipwreck salvage? What if he gets into new material design? I didn't say that I couldn't allow him to do that. These are all normal market operations."

"It's just that compared to the past, individuals who are born as mutants are equivalent to individuals who were born into wealthy families in the past. Of course, at least mutant abilities will not be inherited, and ordinary people also have the probability of giving birth to mutant children."

Eric was stunned, and then he realized that his thinking had not changed at all in the whole night.

He also thought about hiding his identity and becoming an ordinary worker... But this is still the thinking of mutants who were discriminated against in the past, and they believed that they could not declare their identity.

But now, without any human danger, mutants can finally use their abilities to break away from the low-level fun of fighting. All mutants can use their abilities in production, transportation, medical treatment and other fields.

Du Mu is very much looking forward to seeing what direction the world's technology will take in the future.

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help but feel fascinated.

The world peace that we dreamed of in the past has now become just the first step in future development.

The subsequent explosion in mutant productivity will definitely develop the world to a level that people of his generation would never dare to imagine.

This was not possible in the past because there were indeed mutants who used their abilities to commit crimes, which in turn led people to distrust mutants.

Nowadays, the minimum level of security is guaranteed by the God, and all human power no longer needs to be wasted on mutual disputes, completely liberating the productivity of mutants.

"However, there is only one situation that is more troublesome for me to handle, so I still need to hand it over to you."

Du Mu said to Charles.

Charles immediately straightened his face and said seriously, "Please speak."

Du Mu looked at Charles and said, "That is, mutants like the White Queen and Mystique who have the ability to transform, confuse, and deceive ordinary people. Once they participate in the market, they will continue to hinder, reduce the credibility of mutants, and increase production costs."

"So, Charles, you can't rest yet... Once I monitor any mutants committing fraud, I will contact you, and then you can... well, catch them and sentence them according to local laws. In short, you can punish them as you like."

This kind of indirect harm would be difficult to discover and prevent immediately even if Du Mu could listen to the voices of the world.

Therefore, in the future mutant world, the fraud industry may be the next major crime area, so governments are not sitting idle, they still have a lot of work to do.

Du Mu didn't take care of everything. His main focus was to help those who were unable to save themselves and were stuck in a quagmire, or those who were directly harmed by others.

Even those who secretly climbed unprotected isolated mountains and then fell to their deaths due to lack of safety measures were not within Du Mu's jurisdiction.

In short, the God's image is not a dead thing. It is an individual who follows Du Mu's instructions and maintains the world completely according to his own thinking. There is no such rigid standard.

After people get used to the existence of the protection of the gods and gradually eliminate direct personal harm from their minds, most people may never see the apparition of Du Mu in their lifetime.

Of course, at this stage, the God's phase is still running at full speed.

Not to mention the developed countries, even for those areas that are still under colonial or warlord rule, it is impossible for Du Mu to simply allow them to oppress ordinary people, and ordinary people are not allowed to resist.

In fact…when individual power is not prominent, power itself is an illusion, a shared imagination.

The essence of mortal rights is to rely on the recognition of the majority of the grassroots, form a behemoth with generally unified actions, and then crush the individuals who cannot unite.

By exploiting the profits from countless individuals who are unable to unite, and distributing them among the entire group, the overall interests are ensured to be consistent, and thus the vested interests are protected.

That is why the greatest revolutionary slogan is 'Unite'.

When the exploited truly unite and stop fighting each other, the political system that originally seemed huge and indestructible will naturally be shattered like a chicken or a dog.

Under Du Mu's protection, everyone has the right to say "no".

No warlord or colonizer has the ability to dictate and exploit the local people at will.

In any factory, ordinary people have the right to just drop their tools and leave.

If losses are caused by this, the factory can naturally blacklist this ordinary person and never hire him again, but it has no right to prevent the other person from leaving.

Well, but I have to explain it again... These are not rigid standards, they are all up to the God-King to decide according to Du Mu's personality.

If a bug still occurs in this situation, it can only mean that the power of faith may not be enough to calculate what is needed. People are asked to pray more vigorously.

Charles nodded seriously, but his attitude was still very relaxed.

After all...his ability is to easily find the culprit from a chaotic fraud case.

Anyway, he only needs to deal with fraud cases involving mutants, so the workload shouldn't be too great.

Just then, a strong wind suddenly blew into the room.

By the time Eric and Charles reacted, Pietro had already raised his goggles and placed them on his forehead.

At the same time, dark blue smoke flashed, and Kurt instantly appeared beside Pietro.

Both boys looked a little excited, and Pietro was breathing heavily, as if he had just finished a marathon.

Pietro even ignored Eric and looked at Du Mu. He wanted to say something excitedly, but swallowed it back in the end.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath to calm himself, and then spoke as calmly as possible: "So... now the whole world is what I saw last night?"

Du Mu put down the gourd, smiled and nodded.

He could certainly hear where Pietro had been last night.

And he could assure Pietro that this was indeed the case all over the world today.

Eric's eyes moved slightly. He looked at his son and couldn't help asking, "What did you see?"

This wasn't an attempt to get close to Pietro, but out of genuine curiosity.

After all, Eric also knew that Pietro's ability was super speed, and the scene he saw must have been very comprehensive.

Charles on the side seemed calm and composed.

Because he had secretly gone to the brain wave amplification room last night to "appreciate" the global situation.

For the first time, when he used the brain wave amplifier to listen to the voices of the whole world, he did not feel the pain, anxiety, regret, torture, resentment and other emotions overwhelming like a tide.

The countless joys, gratitude, prayers, and smiles made Charles couldn't help but smile when he thought about them now.

so good……

In this painful world, there is such a peaceful night.

(End of this chapter)