This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 291 The drama begins

No. Regardless of how the intelligent mind judges things, Nie Weiyang, as its administrator, cannot be completely interfered with by it in making decisions.

Absolutely not.

He had indeed prepared for the current situation. If it were just the mental turmoil within this ten-kilometer radius of shacks, he could completely isolate it like noise, thanks to his honed will and his control over the mind of the Homo sapiens.

But no one could have imagined that this false god statue, created by a group of fanatics, would actually use the power of the cycle of life and death to gather the thoughts of all humanity struggling on Titan at this moment...

...Then, it linked to him, the 'second administrator'!
Nie Weiyang's arrival here might not be a coincidence. Therefore, Nie Weiyang should conclude that it is indeed not a coincidence.

The Cult of Life is just as troublesome as the Return to the Church and the Star God Cult, but their methods are even more bizarre and foolish.

The Return Sect is like inviting wolves into the house, the Star God Sect is like looking up at the stars but ignoring what's under their feet, while the Life God Sect has plunged headlong into the grand theme of life, trying to 'create' or 'awaken' something with their crude theories and practices.

They may not have intended to manipulate the minds of all humanity, but their clumsy imitation and forced assimilation did produce a similar effect—their attempt to create a false god that could represent the life will of 'all humanity' was like throwing a boulder into the relatively calm lake of the human mind, and the ripples it created were bound to offend the second administrator.

Whether it succeeds or not, this reckless act without regard for the consequences has already elevated the statue beyond the realm of mortals, turning it into an extremely unstable bomb.

The biggest bombshell is—what if Administrator Number Two really comes?
At this moment, Nie Weiyang was slightly dazed.

He meticulously analyzed it, and even more meticulously shut off the outflow of power from the mind's inner sea. In the end, his thoughts did not sink into the relatively orderly mind's inner sea; on the contrary, he felt his consciousness diverging and flowing, being drawn by some larger network.

He sensed the nearby underground network—a water vein.

But the watercourse gave him an extremely bad feeling; it was turbid, stagnant, full of signs of pollution, and almost dried up.

This is like a replica of the Bitter River, clearly a case of the Church of Life engaging in short-sighted plunder to maintain the operation of the manor and certain rituals.

Nie Weiyang frowned slightly.

Water is the source of life, and the 'root' of the cycle of life and death is deeply rooted in the water veins. How could it allow the so-called 'believers' of the Church of Life to destroy it so recklessly?

This is contrary to its instinct to maintain the life cycle.

Before he could figure it out, a flash of light appeared, and his mind was suddenly pulled into an indescribable realm.

……

dark.

Endless darkness.

But it is not pure darkness, but rather...

The foundation of all things.

The towering mountains surrounded him, and at that moment, Nie Weiyang could hardly feel up, down, left, or right; only boundless nothingness and darkness surged around him.

In this void, the most striking feature is an inverted tower that runs through everything.

It is not made of bricks and stones, but rather resembles a huge black crystal, with a faint blue-purple light flowing within it, cold, silent, and eternally still.

The tower's body extends infinitely upwards, disappearing into unknowable depths, while its spire brutally pierces into a vast, boundless halo of light below—

The halo pulsated gently.

Then he saw the snake.

Its sheer size surpassed Nie Weiyang's understanding of 'volume'. The serpentine body, like a dark torrent devouring galaxies, tightly coiled around the inverted tower.

Its scales are not solid, but are composed of countless crystals that shimmer with blue and purple light, within which flowing and shimmering scenes appear: plants sprouting, flourishing, and withering; animals being born, hunted, and dying; the frenzied division and annihilation of microorganisms; even the alternation of seasons and the rising and falling of water vapor... All these tiny fragments of life activities and natural cycles are born, die, and flow again and again on its scales, forming its boundless body.

It is itself a concrete manifestation of 'cycle'.

Nie Weiyang's consciousness manifested as the second administrator, and he subconsciously walked along the snake's spine.

It was a line that radiated golden light, and he could see the texture of gold in it.

The golden thread seemed to be the rule within the rules, the axis that allowed the cycle to proceed in an orderly manner. His journey was like turning the pages of a living epic about life and death. He could hear the cries and prayers of billions of creatures driven by survival, feel the loss and transformation of energy as it was transferred in the food chain, and see the decomposition of organic matter returning to the inorganic world in annihilation and rebirth.

This is all part of a vast, sophisticated, and self-consistent system.

This is the bloodline of Titan.

But soon, a sense of disharmony arose.

He smelled decay. Unnatural death and decomposition, a blasphemous filth.

The patterns on some scales have faded, the flowing water has become viscous and black, vibrant life has been replaced by morbidity, and normal hunting has turned into meaningless torture...

These stains, like festering sores, spread across the body bound by the cycle of life and death, bringing waves of painful spasms.

Nie Weiyang's pace slowed down, because the further he went, the clearer the perception of this pain became.

But for some reason, he kept moving forward. Finally, he reached the snake's head.

That mountain-like head rested quietly on the edge of a huge volcano.

Inside the crater, molten lava beats slowly like a heart, and light and heat provide the giant snake with the power to live.

However, at this moment, the radiance appeared somewhat dim and disordered.

Streams of murky, sewage-like dark energy flowed in from all directions, corroding the giant serpent's scales.

What's even more terrifying is that the closer you get to the snake's head, the brighter and more expansive the golden expanse becomes.

The giant serpent's head was entirely golden, its eyes tightly closed, and each breath it took stirred up the energy tides of the entire space, yet the breath itself seemed heavy and labored.

The pain was tangible, emanating from its massive body.

Nie Weiyang walked up to the island-like snake head and saw a golden light. It was a golden spear that pierced the giant snake's skull, spreading a huge crack from which blue light flickered, carrying malice and spreading golden pollution.

At that moment, Nie Weiyang clearly captured the snake's thoughts. It lacked the 'wisdom' that humans perceive, possessing only the animal consciousness inherent in the natural cycle of life and death—simple, primal, and pure.
I want to live.

This is its most fundamental instinct as the embodiment of the life cycle. It needs clean water sources, a healthy ecosystem, and natural laws that are not forcibly interrupted or distorted. It is already eroded and polluted, and the actions of the Church of Life are now stifling its vitality.

He wanted revenge.

This is life's most direct response to the perpetrator. The cycle includes death, but the essence of that death is return and rebirth.

The external influences we face today bring pollution and desecration, a poison that disrupts the rules.

For the embodiment of rules, this poison must be eradicated, and those who inflict the poison must pay the price.

Nie Weiyang understood.

What he saw was not a lofty deity, but a planetary-scale life system infected by a virus and running a high fever.

Its suffering stems from the corruption of the Golden God and some of humanity; its desire for revenge is the antivirus program activated by the system.

And he himself, as the administrator of humanity, who sees God the Golden Lord as an enemy, stands before this suffering.

Nie Weiyang pondered for a moment, the new access information he had obtained in the shelter flashing through his mind: [Management of Human Life in the Area].

With this incomplete access, he can perceive the life status of humans throughout the entire management area. Currently, the total human population is 42 billion.

Yes, he is the administrator, the administrator of humanity.

His duty is to guide and protect the survival of humankind on this land.

The painful existence before us, with its cycle of life and death, is precisely one of the fundamental environments upon which human survival depends.

Whether the Golden Lord and the Church of Life have any connection is unknown, but they are enemies of both humanity and the cycle of life and death.

Instead of letting the planet's ecosystem fight against outsiders... why not let it fight against outsiders for us?
Having taken this position, he had to bear the responsibility. He feared leading the wrong way, feared his decisions would bring even greater disaster, but the current predicament, and the target of hatred that this painful ecosystem embodied, seemed to be highly consistent with his goals.

As long as it can truly solve the problem... utilizing all available resources is a good method!
Within this space of consciousness, Administrator Number Two took a step forward.

He raised his hand, covered by a red glove, and grasped the golden spear.

The fragments of the Heart Prism floating above him suddenly burst forth with unprecedented light!
That light was purely the light of human will—bright, incandescent, seemingly scorching yet also icy, the light spreading in an orderly fashion.

This light did not attempt to manage or control the other, but rather it was like a call from the depths of the human heart. It clearly conveyed a message:
Your enemy is also my enemy. Your suffering stems from the target I seek to destroy...

The prayers continued, and in the manor, in every vibrant place on the planet, and even on the other side of a distant world, the white-robed people sitting around the statue suddenly became restless: "The link is broken!" "Mine is still there..." "Check the 'snake's' status!" "Wait, what's that thing on its head..."

"Is it a human?!"

"It's human!"

In the darkness, a swarm of writhing snakes hissed as they emerged from the shadows to bask in the blazing sunlight.

"...Your revenge will be carried out by me."

'Crack'.

The guardians of humanity pulled out the probe of the Golden God.

Wind and clouds howled, the minds of Homo sapiens surged, and the planetary system struggled to function. Amidst the clash of extreme heat and cold, a small satellite, carrying a tiny secret, flew towards the stars.

Nie Weiyang didn't know whether the choice he was making at this moment was his own will or the will of Homo sapiens.

But he knew that an invisible war was spreading, and he had to speed up his advance.

(End of this chapter)