The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1010 Gods and Buddhas Everywhere (Part Fourteen)
Pingcun fell.

This news came like a bombshell, quickly shaking all the survivor communities.

Initially, the Special Affairs Bureau did not want to make this public.

However, a video of the Special Bureau launching a full-scale armed attack on an elderly couple and their unarmed daughter in order to lure out their granddaughter who was not yet ten years old had already spread throughout the StarNet.

Even though the Special Affairs Bureau tried to block it, it was to no avail.

The video has been taken down, but screenshots, reposts, cuts, and parodies are spreading like a virus.

One account is banned, and countless others pop up.

Many people are full of speculation about what happened in Pingcun.

It even affected people's attitudes toward making offerings to Wanfo Temple.

Left with no other option, the Special Bureau issued a statement claiming that the two elderly people were both supernatural beings and relatives of the rebels who destroyed the fertility factory. That was why the Special Bureau launched the arrest operation. However, they encountered a strong counterattack from the rebels during the operation, who even invaded Ping Village.

The Pingcun Star Network has now been disconnected, and contact with the local branch office is unavailable. The Special Bureau is making every effort to organize a rescue operation. If you have any relevant information, please report it.

Suddenly, the crowd was excited.

The birthing factory, a symbol of the reconstruction plan and a beacon of hope for humanity's future, has been destroyed by the rebels, naturally enraging countless people who support holding them accountable.

Just as public opinion was almost turning in their favor, another video was anonymously uploaded:

But soon, new videos appeared.

In the video, a group of tired-looking women walk in front of the camera, all wearing tank tops that perfectly show the scars on their bodies.

The narration was done in an old, trembling voice.

"They... were female workers in a birthing factory."

"They are also your daughters, sisters, wives, and mothers..."

"If you have to pay this price for the so-called future, is this the kind of future you really want?"

The final image freezes on an old woman's white hair, her face buried in her wrinkled, scarred hands, as she whispers, choked with sobs:

"At least, I don't want to..."

"All I want is justice for my daughter!"

She was so sorrowful that everyone who saw her was heartbroken, and a surge of anger towards the Special Bureau immediately arose within them.

The Special Affairs Bureau issued another statement to clarify:

These videos were fabricated by the rebels to smear the organization and disrupt social order; the women in the videos are not employees of the maternity factory.

But soon, someone came forward to testify under their real name:

“This is my daughter. She was selected to work in a birthing factory when she was eighteen, and she never came back.”

“This is my neighbor’s younger sister. Ever since she became a worker at the birthing factory, she didn’t even come back when her family members passed away. We even scolded her for being heartless…”

“This is my mother! The last time I saw her, I was only nine years old... Now, I am seventeen years old.”

Faced with an increasing number of named accusations, the Special Affairs Bureau has once again revised its stance:

These people did work in the birthing factory, but were laid off early because they were "not up to standard," and thus harbored resentment and attempted to take revenge on society by smearing the reconstruction plan.

But this is tantamount to admitting that they are indeed female workers in a birthing factory.

If there is indeed a smear campaign, what is its purpose?

Is it just about money?
Didn't they say that retiring from a factory would result in a high pension?
If they are indeed being phased out, does that count as retirement?

This leads to the emergence of a small group of people—those who had worked in fertility factories but were subsequently rejected and returned.

However, those who spoke were all their relatives.

“My sister came back from the birthing factory, and she was like a completely different person. She wouldn’t talk to us at all, as if her soul had left us…”

"We thought she had become a monster..."

The man wept uncontrollably and revealed the truth:
"So we called the Special Affairs Bureau and they sent her away... Now I know what kind of life she was living before..."

"My daughter too... I regret it so much! How could I have ruined my child for that retirement pension!"

More and more people are stepping forward.

Thanks to this well-established StarNet, such information can be spread to every corner.

The Special Affairs Bureau certainly wouldn't sit idly by, but whenever they tried to follow these IP addresses to arrest people, they found that the places were already deserted.

It seems that these videos are all scheduled to be released at a set time.

This puts them in a very passive position, always a step behind.

In this situation, only extreme measures can be used.

Internet access banned.

As a result, StarNet, which had only been launched for a short time, was shut down again.

……

The StarNet became something that could only be used within the Special Bureau.

But before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, they soon discovered—

Although StarNet is gone, people can still use the internet.

"Skynet!"

"They're using Skynet now!"

The head of the information department reported anxiously.

Director Ren said irritably, "I don't care what that thing is! Cut it off right now!"

"I can't break it off!"

"We have no idea where the Skynet signal is coming from, or even... what it is coming from."

"Then investigate! Do everything you can!" Director Ren roared, his eyes turning cold. "We can't let them continue spreading those filthy ideas! Especially that old lady, she's so annoying!"

"But...Grandma Lu's voice sounds quite gentle..." someone muttered softly.

Before he could finish speaking, Director Ren roared and interrupted him:

"Shut up! Someone come quick! Arrest this brainwashed idiot!"

The guards rushed to the scene and forcibly dragged the struggling man away.

Hearing the screams fading into the distance down the corridor, everyone immediately shuddered.

Director Ren's gaze swept across the entire room with lightning speed.

"Next, everyone will uninstall all video and social media platforms, leaving only Wanfo Temple and basic call and text messaging functions."

"From now on, everyone will check and supervise each other, and we also welcome reports."

The group looked at each other, unsure whether to proceed.

However, the head of the military affairs department couldn't help but frown and speak:
"Director, I think the most urgent task is to implement regional grid management to prevent the rebellions from spreading out in one area..."

"It's too late." The person in charge, who frequently liaises with the grassroots, shook his head with a wry smile. "Several special bureaus in various regions have already been shut down..."

"what!"

There was an uproar in the conference room.

"They also call themselves the 'New World,' meaning they have established themselves as a new regime, and their territory is constantly expanding."

"That's unreasonable!"

Director Ren slammed his hand hard on the table.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

“Because…because…” the person in charge said with difficulty, his face pale, “our StarNet has been delayed.”

He took out his tablet.

"This message was sent out by Cuishan City four days ago, and... this was sent out by Hongye Village five days ago, not to mention Ping Village, which sent out a distress call seven days ago... We only received them today."

The entire conference room fell into dead silence.

"In other words, the other side not only copied our StarNet, but also was able to hack into and control our information!"

"No wonder these messages can spread so quickly even with internet delays!"

"No wonder we're always a step behind..."

In an instant, a chill spread down everyone's spine.

Instantly, they wished they could throw away their phones and tablets, as if some entity on the StarNet was lurking, spying on them, ready to pounce at any moment.

Seeing everyone in such a panic, Director Ren said sternly:

"Look at you all, so spineless! They're just a bunch of thieves and a bunch of women, and you're all this scared?"

"But Chief! They were able to defeat the local Special Affairs Bureau silently and take over our city... Isn't that something to be terrified of?" "Think of that invisible figure in the Pingcun video..."

"What kind of power is this...?"

"Is it strange? But how can they still remain rational?"

"It feels like another unknown existence."

The more they talked, the more chills ran down their spines.

Director Ren's face turned ashen, and he slammed his fist on the table, standing up abruptly.

"What's the panic! You're in the new capital, at the headquarters of the Special Affairs Bureau!"

Someone retorted in a low voice: "But the previous birthing factories were also located within the new capital... They were clearly protected by Wanfo Temple, yet they were still wiped out in one fell swoop?"

“Even the abbot of Wanfo Temple died inside.”

"Enough!" Director Ren roared, his voice booming like thunder. "If you try to undermine morale again, get out of here!"

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and continued:
"We have brought such a wonderful life to the people. Do you really think that a bunch of cripples gathered together by some unknown force can overthrow us?"

"They have nothing! No Wanfo Temple, no birthing factory, and not enough supplies. They can't even get enough to eat. Don't worry, they won't last long."

These words were a wake-up call.

Director Ren glanced around and coldly gave the order:

"Immediately restrict rapid transport to all areas and absolutely prevent any supplies from flowing into the rebel-held areas."

"Those in the production department, go and guard the factory."

"Yes!"

"Military Department, go to the R&D Center and bring out all the new weapons you've developed. It's time to put them to use."

"Yes!"

"From now on, implement a grid-based lockdown to protect the new capital!"

"Yes!"

After a pause, Director Ren gave everyone another boost of morale:

"I have already requested Wanfo Temple to send down protection."

The crowd cheered, but they overlooked the barely perceptible pain that flashed across Director Ren's face.

The instructions were issued in a well-organized manner.

Everyone was filled with confidence again.

However, some people couldn't help but think about it carefully—

If the other party has the ability to block all information, why would they suddenly release all of it?
This issue has been overshadowed by countless practical tasks at present.

However, the grid was useless; the rebels moved like ghosts and easily broke through the blockade.

They had initially thought that the people would soon be driven to despair by a shortage of supplies, but that didn't happen. On the contrary, the various videos transmitted from the SkyNet to the StarNet showed that the people's morale was even better than before.

As a result, more cities switched sides.

Cities were occupied one by one, gradually approaching the new capital.

On the contrary, the people in the new capital were running out of ammunition and food.

It was only at this point that they discovered that the factories, research and development centers, and weapons depots that had been hidden from the public had been occupied by the rebels at some unknown time.

The high-level weapon that they were originally so proud of was nothing in front of that old woman whose body was full of black holes.

Furthermore, many of the rebels possessed the strength of advanced superhumans.

Even more terrifying is the two-headed girl. She is equivalent to two advanced superhumans and can provide remote assistance over a wide area. No one in the Special Affairs Bureau can rival her.

With the tide turning against them, the new capital had no choice but to surrender.

When Director Ren finally saw the two-headed little girl step into the headquarters conference room, sit expressionlessly in the chair that originally belonged to him, and look down at him.

He knew it was all over.

He knelt on the ground, his heart filled with remorse.

original……

The StarNet has long been eroded by the SkyNet.

Their mobile phones, tablets, and other devices became the eyes of the rebels.

Their overconfident patrols and deployments, instead of revealing their true intentions, actually exposed their hidden location.

Even stronger than regret is an uncontrollable resentment.

why?
Why hasn't Wanfo Temple arrived yet at this point?
He had already given enough offerings!
fraud!

They're all a bunch of liars!
……

Director Ren was unaware that Wanfo Temple was currently overwhelmed with work and had no time to spare, let alone come down to help them.

They didn't even receive the so-called offerings.

Deep within the StarNet, the phantom of Wanfo Temple has turned into ruins.

The broken bricks and tiles still reveal some shattered wishes. All the gods and Buddhas in the sky have been overturned from their lotus seats, and in the collapsed images, there are human figures groaning and screaming.

Unable to retaliate, they could only watch helplessly as the two figures walked further and further away, gradually venturing deeper into the realm beyond the reach of the golden Buddhist light.

Enter into deeper darkness.

……

Not far above the planet, a massive space station floats silently.

If it weren't for the hazy clouds overhead, perhaps everyone could see this enormous object looming over their heads simply by looking up.

At this moment, on the outer shell of the space station, countless colorful gelatinous substances intertwine and shimmer like a pulse, transmitting currents carrying data.

At this moment, two data streams were transmitted.

It landed in an incubation chamber at the bottom, which resembled a mother's nest. Inside the chamber was a pool of colorful substances that were sleeping silently. The "Shunfeng Express" logo was painted on the chamber wall.

As data was injected, wriggling, colorful clumps of matter slowly emerged from the bottom of the pool, outlining two vague human figures.

They crawled out of the incubation pool, sticky and mushy, their shapes not yet formed, just a wet and twisted mass of mimicry gel. They were dragged all the way to the side of the chamber before they saw a place that read "Modeling Room".

Upon entering, one is immediately bound by two beams of light and transported into two transparent containers.

A series of options appeared in my mind.
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[Optional templates are loading]:
1. Abbot Yuanzhen (deceased)
2. Master Mingjue
3. Guru Padmasambhava
4. Master Kongyuan
……

108. The Sweeping Monk
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With a random choice in one's consciousness, a snow-white substance is injected into the vessel. After being shaped by nanobots into bones, flesh and fascia climb and wrap around it like vines, and finally, a layer of skin completely envelops all the colorful substances.

With the final kneading and stretching, an old, gaunt, and solemn-looking "Lotus Master" slowly opened his eyes.

The vessel was opened, and Liu Sheng sat up, touching his bald head with great interest.

"This craftsmanship is really good..."

She turned her neck and tried to squeeze her facial muscles, but her expression remained slightly stiff.

The little tentacle looked disdainful, indicating that its skill was inferior to this one.

"As long as it works!"

"But there are too few templates. No wonder these monks from Wanfo Temple all look pretty much the same."

[It shouldn't be because there are too few templates...] "World" silently complained.

Moreover, what's even more bizarre is that after she chose the "Lotus Master" template, a complete behavioral logic and interactive thinking were simultaneously infused into her consciousness, enough to guide her every smile and every move.

No wonder the masters of Wanfo Temple did not appear stiff, but rather spoke fluently and responded with ease, and were able to seamlessly connect the different modeling appearances without revealing any flaws.

It turns out that a character design module was installed.

Qiao Yu, who was standing next to her, also quickly completed the modeling.

The same bald, gaunt old man, looking curious, touched his head, blinked, and sighed:

"It seems... being bald is not bad either, it's refreshing."

"I'll shave it for you later and see!"

Liu Sheng looked eager to try.

Qiao Yu shook her head.

"But I'm afraid Wang Miaoshan won't agree."

"Oh...yes, you should probably wear your hair in a topknot."

(End of this chapter)