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Chapter 395. Fool
At this moment, in the quiet observation room of Black Eye Pharmaceuticals, a girl in a dark green coat was curled up in bed, holding up her phone. The dim light illuminated her pale face.

"Cough cough..."

She coughed lightly twice, and immediately someone handed her warm water to her pillow.

"Master, drink more water, it's good for your health."

The parallel-minded woman, or rather, Xia Zisui, took the water glass, took only a small sip, and then her gaze returned to the screen. The lit screen displayed the latest television announcement from the Ping An Forum:
[Regarding the unusual events of the past few days, our company has conducted an investigation and discovered an unknown black barrier appearing outside this world. After comparing it with a phantom image, it has been confirmed as the work of the God of Death and Silence. According to the strategists, this may bring diseases, disasters, and other negative effects, and cause the world to continue to sink into darkness.]

Below the announcement was a news push from one of its affiliated media outlets. The headline was particularly eye-catching:
[New Epidemic: How Can We Survive Under the Shadow of Death?]

Xia Zisui opened the news article, squinted at the accompanying picture, and laughed after just one glance.

Beneath the blurry filter, she saw a patch of skin covered in dark blotches. She remembered clearly that these were typical symptoms of the disease that had previously broken out in the polluted river area.

Although the epidemic was under control back then, it was not completely eradicated, and sporadic cases still exist today. However, effective drugs are now widely available, and a cure is no longer difficult.

It's rather ridiculous to pair such an old picture with such a provocative title.

Parallelists carefully examined the announcement and the far-fetched news together, keenly sensing something unusual.

Without much thought, she guessed the intentions of the TV station—or rather, the new station director behind it.

"interesting."

She whispered:

"They're trying to direct all their resentment towards the god of death and silence."

As a seasoned strategist with years of experience, she saw through the thin veil at a glance and discerned the true purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Parallel Scholar stroked his chin, lost in thought as he looked at his phone.

Based on the information she currently possesses, the television station director has been behaving very strangely since taking office. Judging from his behavior, he is likely a high-ranking believer from the other world.

Xia Zisui recalled that when she first became suspicious of the new director of the TV station, she sent out a male personality to infiltrate the area.

With her managing things, that person's promotion was very fast, and he successfully became an assistant in just a few weeks.

On her first day as an assistant, her personality reported to her:

"Main personality, an anomaly detected! The new director of the TV station is not taking the elevator upstairs."

Xia Zisui paused slightly, carefully choosing her words:
"If I remember correctly, the TV station director's office... should be on the 88th floor?"

"Yes."

The undercover personality sent out as an assistant answered.

“He doesn’t take the elevator; he walks up to the 88th floor every day.”

"Then I'll walk down after get off work."

Xia Zisui remained silent.

—The station director's intelligence is unknown, but you can tell he has a lot of energy.

Lying on a hospital bed in a mental hospital, the top strategist girl pulled out an intelligence map, glanced at the clean-cut, handsome boy on it, and finally, expressionlessly summarized with two words:

"……idiot."

That day, the legendary strategist and connoisseur was filled with remorse for the first time, and he angrily pounded the bed.

She actually went to great lengths to monitor such an idiot, even going so far as to cultivate a personality specifically to become his assistant.

Knowing how easily he could be dismantled, she could have simply sent someone to work as a cleaning lady; a couple of glances would have been enough to see through his true nature. It's just that she'd spent so much time strategizing with high-level advisors that she'd forgotten she needed to throw her brain away before playing low-level games.

The parallel expert took a deep breath, and after thinking for a moment about the anomaly he had discovered, he realized why the young man hadn't taken the elevator.

She instructed her assistant to subtly remind him how to use the elevator, and to casually teach him about local customs and daily life.

Only after doing all this did the Parallel Family feel relieved.

Just like the conversation I had with her in her hospital room long ago when the top strategist and schemer was still alive, her ideas differed from many mainstream thoughts.

She firmly believes that the gifted world must rapidly transform into a faith-based society, just like the wizarding world, in order to meet future challenges.

Therefore, Natsuko actually had expectations for this otherworldly cultist who had infiltrated the television station.

The fact that the television station originally belonged to the Hundred-Eyed Demon, and that it was able to take over its business so quietly, suggests that the deity behind the young man not only belongs to the pantheon of light, but also must be of a higher rank than the Hundred-Eyed Demon.

If the world of geniuses will eventually move towards an age of faith, she would rather this land belong to the more benevolent and friendly pantheon of light gods.

Xia Zisui rested her chin on her hand, staring at the news on the screen for a long time, still feeling that the arrangement was too awkward and the traces were too heavy.

It's impossible to expect those foolish cultists from the pantheon of light to suddenly have an epiphany and realize their own folly.

Parallel team has been matched with too many bad teammates, and has become accustomed to the fact that there is always someone dragging the team down in the layout.

She calmly closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then smiled slightly and looked at the personality that had just handed her water:
"Go help him, and make this matter better... more perfect."

"Yes, Master."

The man lowered his head and spoke calmly.

……

Another world, Rose Healing.

Jiang Jianxin's condition has improved a lot in the past few days. This time, the pain has changed from continuous to intermittent, and the frequency of the attacks has also decreased significantly.

She was finally able to get out of bed and walk around the hospital freely without worrying about a sudden, sharp pain forcing her to curl up on the spot.

Having recovered most of his illness, Jiang Jianxin's first thought was to practice his sword moves and stances again.

Summers recommended the small park where he often walked his birdcage, saying it had beautiful scenery but was a bit far from the hospital.

However, on the first day Jiang Jianxin arrived, he saw that the park was full of homeless people wrapped in blankets on the deck chairs and on the grass. They were barely clothed and some were even chewing vegetable roots. There were piles of untreated excrement next to them.

She searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable place.

When he returned to the hospital and told Summers about the situation, the latter was somewhat surprised:

"The scenery in the woods over there is indeed very nice. As for the homeless people on the road... that's a normal phenomenon because this park is in a working-class area, and its sanitation and order can't compare to ours."

Jiang Jianxin grasped some key points and said:

"Wait, if that's the civilian area... what's this area?"

Summers looked at her with even greater surprise:
“This area is definitely the noble district, and it’s even close to the core.”

He reminded:

"Otherwise, how come we saw flying carriages and cannibal restaurants the last time we went out?"

"These are all habits of the nobility."