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Chapter 403. A Gathering of the Rich
At that moment, the news that "the sun has risen again" quickly swept across all sections of the Ping An Forum. The homepage was almost flooded with posts, and people were frantically uploading their own photos of the sunrise.

#ShootingDawn
#TheSunIPhotographed
The popularity of these two topics has soared, and they have consistently occupied the top of the trending topics list.

Even the Parallel Realm expert, who had been lying in bed waiting for the Precognitive to make a move and counter her attack, couldn't hide her surprise. After a moment's thought, she couldn't help but sigh softly:
"Wonderful."

Her unseen hand, using the power of public opinion to direct suspicion toward the god of death, created a seemingly insurmountable deadlock. But the prophet chose the most direct approach—she made the sun rise.

From the moment dawn broke, tangible forces rendered all intangible speculations futile, and the situation was naturally resolved.

But how does the sun rise within the dark barrier of the god of death and silence?
The Parallelist mobilizes all the different personalities in his brain in an attempt to gather intelligence.

Information flooded in like a tidal wave, dense and overwhelming, yet not a single piece of it touched on the truth of the matter.

Clearly, the prophet possessed far more information than she did.

In this game of information asymmetry, the parallel developers have always been at a disadvantage.

Xia Zisui bit her lower lip and looked at the dozen or so men and women standing in front of the bed—those were all her split personalities.

not enough.

She needs more personality, a wider intelligence network, and stronger control...

not enough……

Not enough yet...

"what--!"

Anxiety, accompanied by intense hallucinations, struck again. Xia Zihui clutched her head, curling up in pain.

First, there was complete darkness and chaos, then countless distorted images exploded in my mind—

The golden wheat fields and the gentle moonlight in the countryside, the mottled walls and bubbling medicine pots in the narrow city rooms, the unfinished road of Rose Transportation, the countless hunched-over soldiers by the roadside, the overdue mortgage and medical bills on the ledger, and the last words of my long-deceased mother:
“Our Ah Sui…is going to become a strategist…a great strategist who will revolutionize the times.”

On the hospital bed, a girl wearing a faded green coat and with dry, yellow hair buried her face in her palms and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

She didn't know why she was crying. Perhaps it was because of the severe split and depression caused by the side effects of her abilities, or perhaps it was because her schemes were repeatedly thwarted and she could never regain control of the situation.

To outsiders, there are several top figures in the world of strategists.

Only she knew that when these people sat at the same table, only one would ultimately emerge victorious, while the rest would become cannon fodder on the chessboard.

This is a brutal, survival-of-the-fittest world unique to the light. No bloodshed, no broken bones, yet enough to grind a person's spirit to the brink of collapse.

"call……"

After a while, the emotional turmoil caused by her mental illness subsided, and Xia Zisui calmed down. She casually wiped away a tear on her sleeve and continued to stare at the hand-drawn situation map on her tablet.

Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals has joined forces with the Song family, and the medical monopoly in the world of talent has been taken over by her. It is even more sophisticated than Xu Huan's previous monopoly situation, after all, she has also merged with the number one medical family through parallel moves.

Currently, she still needs to continue supporting the Holy Son of Light at the TV station, and at the same time, she needs to accelerate the infiltration of the faith-based society in the other world.

Xia Zisui rested her chin on her hand and began to think about how to infiltrate her personality into a faith-based society.

One very important problem there is the extreme class division; commoners are basically unaware of the operations of the upper-class nobles and clergy.

In order to obtain more intelligence, she would inevitably have to infiltrate higher levels.

However, among the aristocratic class, those with blood ties to their families and religious beliefs spread their faith in deities, and their alter egos become believers, which can easily exacerbate their mental illnesses.

After much deliberation, Xia Zihui finally decided to transfer the power structure to the Rose Group.

According to information obtained by the clone's personality, the Rose Group has recently partnered with the Geographical Society and is rapidly establishing branches of the Geographical Society in another world.

The main body of the group is controlled by the anti-infiltration policy of financiers, so it's not easy for her to sneak in, but she still has a chance to get involved in the chapter of the Geographical Society.

Xia Zisui singled out the information from the Rose Group's Geographical Society branch, but noticed something strange. "Financiers have recently been buying faith-related items at a premium, and have also donated money to fund several public lectures on 'Faith Investment' by the rational theology school, advocating that everyone should view theology rationally, quantify faith investment and blessings in order to gain more divine favor?"

Having seen many strategists' plans, Xia Zisui naturally sensed the intrigue within them.

She reviewed other relevant information but found no indication of Yuzhi's involvement, proving that the financier's game was not on the chessboard in front of her and Yuzhi.

Since that's the case, there's no need for her to interfere. She might as well wait and see what this rising star strategist is up to.

Xia Zisui closed her eyes, enduring the excruciating pain of her spirit being torn apart. It felt as if a cold blade was scraping across the depths of her consciousness, ripping out a part of her soul.

Amidst trembling and buzzing, a deep, dark shadow peeled away from her silhouette, like ink droplets falling into water, gradually solidifying, shaping, and gaining a sense of reality in the air.

Finally, it stood before her—a new, complete, and three-dimensional personality.

Xia Zisui's face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She simply waved her hand wearily, her voice as soft as a wisp of smoke dissipating:
"Go to the other side of the Red Sea... and infiltrate the geographical society branch of that world."

She paused, raised her eyelashes, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"Two weeks. I want you to stand where you can see the ledgers."

The newborn "she" bowed slightly.

There is no response, nor is a response necessary.

In the instant he turned around, his figure vanished silently into the air, like water seeping into the sand.

……

In the world of faith.

Jiang Jianxin has moved back into the noble district from the commoners' district.

It wasn't that she didn't want to continue strolling around, but rather that she had wasted too much time at the clinic, and night had already fallen.

In the darkness of the civilian district, all that could be seen were huge mountains of garbage and chimneys constantly belching smoke. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Jian decided to return first.

The upscale district was already lit up with colorful lights at night, and the green belts looked especially beautiful under the light strips.

Many nobles here enjoy holding parties at night, and colorful neon lights illuminate the entire area.

Jiang Jianxin took off from behind the garbage mountain in the civilian district and circled several times over the noble district, but still couldn't find a suitable place to land.

She plans to go straight to the hospital she flew to for her first round of flights.

When they flew overhead, they discovered that Rose Medical Center truly lived up to its reputation as a hospital located in an upscale district.

The rooftop was dazzlingly decorated at night, transforming into a party venue. Many wealthy patients were pushed around by their servants on the rooftop, and the glitter of the jewels was blinding.

On the second and third laps, she flew towards the outer edge, but all she saw was a dazzling display of lights.

Until the truth in my mind couldn't stand it anymore and popped up to offer some guidance:

[If you fly around the church, there must be gatherings of rich people everywhere.]

Why don't you just land on the church roof? Nobody comes to the church at night anyway.

　The parallel character suddenly broke down in tears because her mental illness was already very serious, and she was under a lot of pressure. In reality, severe depression can cause this kind of intense and unstable mental fluctuation.

　　It's normal not to understand her behavior and thoughts, because when most people can understand her, she becomes a normal person rather than a mental patient.

　　In addition, underage readers should view mental illness rationally. Many mental illnesses are not like the "blackening" portrayed online; they are accompanied by suffering and require long-term medication.

　　(End of this chapter)