I am a hero of the former civilization.

Hua Zheng was showing his father around the underground city. Occasionally, he would blush and mutter something, then the burly man would burst into laughter.

......

Countless streams of information are transmitted to each other, like a series of seamlessly connected surveillance cameras. Daily life goes on as usual, and humanity continues to live in complete ignorance.

"All thirteen key targets were captured, making the possibility of false information extremely low. The whereabouts of the thirty-five secondary targets can also be deduced, with less than 10% having uncertain destinations."

The terrifying intelligence suppression meant that even Mei couldn't place spies around the Herrschers. Even if there were spies among the traitors, it would be extremely difficult for them to pass out any information.

But the Herrscher is different. In an instant, everything is revealed before them. In the face of such terrifying power, things like 'assassination is just a cover' or 'the Herrscher of Death' become insignificant.

Is there a 2% uncertainty?

Yanlu remained silent for a moment. She still had a huge advantage: this infiltration was silent and stealthy. With the cover provided by Kalis and others, even the artificial intelligence would at most become suspicious, and it would take a considerable amount of time to uncover the truth.

No, even a prophet couldn't foresee the fate of a Herrscher; it doesn't make sense, and there's no time to prepare in advance.

With the waves surging, Moth Chasing Flame's entire network of operations across the Asia-Pacific region is under control. It's normal that several branches have indeed increased their vigilance.

"Alright, then I'll personally burn the remaining two percent."

Chapter 312 The Doomsday Diva! 6K

As the sky began to lighten and the morning sun shone on the earth, one could see from a high-rise building that the waves at sea had subsided and several warships were patrolling.

Rarely good weather.

Ryan propped his head up and didn't sleep a wink all night, constantly summarizing, organizing, and thinking about the clues.

All plans are based on assumptions now, and even if those assumptions don't come true, he won't lose out.

To put it bluntly, Ryan isn't some kind of masochist. If he proves he's overthinking things, it would be a good thing for Eden to make a big splash.

"Anyway, I'm not in a hurry; you're the ones who are."

He gave a mocking smile, slightly turned his neck, and saw that Eden had fallen asleep with his head on his shoulder. Ryan had seen quite a few sleeping positions, but Eden was quite special.

With her eyes closed and head bowed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her hands were neatly placed on her knees, and a smile lingered on her lips.

So elegant, as if you were in a painting, perfectly embodying the definition of Sleeping Beauty.

'No wonder you get along so well with Alicia; you're exactly the kind of person she likes best.'

Just then, her eyelashes trembled more noticeably, and her amber eyes slowly opened, looking somewhat bewildered in the morning light. Once the brief moment of disorientation from waking up had passed, she finally smiled.

Good morning, Ryan, and thank you for your hard work last night.

Last night, before she fell asleep, Ryan introduced her future roommates one by one: the irritable Qian Jie, the adorable Gretchen, the earnest Sakura, and the seemingly split-personality Wilvie...

"Thank you for the story you told me last night. It gave me a lot of energy today." Eden stood up and stretched in the morning light.

Ryan opened his mouth and then closed it again, smiling as he looked at the shapely figure behind him. He had spent the night alone with Eden, and although he didn't have many thoughts, a certain feeling was particularly strong.

It's comfortable; it's very comfortable to be with this girl.

Leaving aside IQ, among all the people he has ever met, Eden is undoubtedly the one with the highest EQ. Every word he speaks is pleasant, and coupled with his natural elegance, it's no wonder he has become a star of this era.

The flattery made me feel really good, and upon reflection, it wasn't just flattery; it was all based on solid reasoning.

Ryan yawned, slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop, and asked, "Isn't it strange how quiet the city is?"

“Yes, at this time of year, it would usually be packed with people and incredibly noisy. You know, I love watching this kind of liveliness; it's like I can feel the pulse of civilization.” Eden raised his hand and pointed to the quiet city.

"But this kind of quiet is quite nice. Even if the whole city is under martial law, I can still hear the cheers of those who love me and feel the undercurrents beneath the surface."

She believed what Ryan said and understood the dangers of the day, yet she still dressed in her finest attire and strode confidently onto the stage, her own battlefield.

“Ryan, I have a favor to ask you. If anything really happens to me, please let me say goodbye on this stage.”

“It’s not that bad, even if you were really…” Ryan hadn’t finished speaking when he felt a cold finger touch his lips.

"I will never be an enemy of civilization, because what I love are these beautiful things, how could I bear to destroy treasures?"

Eden said with a smile, and before Ryan could think about it carefully, he took his hand.

"Sir, could you give me a ride?"

Ryan thought of many things in an instant, but in the end he just nodded slightly.

"my pleasure."

Donggon is on high alert. Apart from the rumbling military vehicles and fully armed soldiers, there is not a soul on the streets. The Moth of Fire seems to be taking this very seriously and has mobilized as many troops as possible in a short period of time.

Being protected by so many people is unprecedented for an artist, but no one resents it, and no one can blame her.

Eden deserves it. She has gained endless wealth and unparalleled prestige. Even if the world is destroyed, she will definitely be one of the last to die. If it were an ordinary person, they would have disappeared long ago after being assassinated by the Honkai.

But her choice to stand up and face the collapse alongside ordinary people who had no other choice is enough.

There were no luxury cars. Eden, accompanied by Ryan, walked to the stadium. There were no cheers or screams, only soldiers on guard on both sides. They were either sitting in fortifications or standing on top of tanks. When they saw Eden walking towards them in a purple-black dress, they could hardly believe their eyes.

They actually came. Could it be a stand-in? Are they going to lip-sync later?

They stared blankly. Judging from the orders from their superiors, there was a high probability of a battle today. Smart people would hide, just like the citizens of Donggon had all taken refuge in shelters. Stripped of all his halos, Eden was just an ordinary person.

But when Eden actually arrived, his confidence and elegance were something no substitute could replicate, and he didn't seem to be forced by those above.

In a bizarre scene, Eden revealed an even sweeter smile, gently waving her arms. Then, without anyone noticing, applause and whistles erupted.

'This must be the pinnacle of idol status.' Ryan watched from behind, somewhat envious of this kind of instant acclaim. Unlike him, who commanded respect through his abilities, Eden's fame was built up over a long period.

But how should I put it, she deserves to be popular, and as a result, countless people have become fans.

Ryan also admired Eden's courage; in this era, it was not easy to be a pioneer, and he only quietly glanced over thousands of soldiers.

Mei clearly took the matter very seriously by mobilizing so many troops in one night, and no one could find fault with it.

This is the perfect time for us to put on an act. Do you really think I know nothing? If the assumption comes true, this is also the best opportunity for the Herrscher to mobilize his clones.

Eden was like a blazing sun, while Ryan hid in the shadows. He arrived at the stadium, which was full of satellite broadcast trucks, and saw that the huge hole that had been blasted out yesterday had been covered up by a giant poster.

"Miss Eden, there are still two hours before the live stream starts." Aphra greeted them, followed by a whole team of makeup artists, photographers, PR specialists, and sound engineers.

Eden glanced at everyone and shook his head slightly: "It will be very dangerous next. You'd better take refuge. There's no need to worry about the outcome at a time like this."

"If you're not afraid, why should we hide?"

"Yes, we can't let you take the risk for nothing; we must make sure the results are the best we can achieve."

"The theme of the concert is tentatively set as 'Before the End of the World.' Do you see any changes needed?"

Eden pursed his lips, looked at the familiar faces, smiled, and shook his head.

The stage is the battlefield, and songs are the swords. Inspiring others and conveying beliefs—isn't that what I'm pursuing?

"Alright, follow me. Now that we've changed the theme, everything needs to be adjusted accordingly. We have one hour to prepare these."

She said no more, took the script from her agent, and strode into the rest area, like a capable businesswoman.

Ryan didn't go in. From the beginning, he agreed with Eden's ideas, just like a certain great man in his previous life who abandoned medicine for literature. Art itself is a weapon.

How is the defense going?

“It’s almost done. You’ve been keeping me busy with all this troublesome stuff.” John rolled his eyes at the other man and tossed him the deployment map on his tablet. “We didn’t have enough time, and with too many people being transferred from headquarters, we only managed to gather the forces from two divisions. But don’t worry, these troops are enough to handle any situation.”

"So confident?"

"Of course, Miss Eden is important, but not that important. It's not like we'd send all our forces to deal with her." The burly man shrugged and casually said, "Even if all the Herrschers went crazy, aren't they afraid of our elusive Commander? Right now, headquarters is full of powerful people. What if they take down their base?"

That's not wrong. Putting aside everything else, even if half of those lazy bums from the villa came out, the Herrschers would be overwhelmed. At least in theory, no one could know their whereabouts.

So it's theoretical.

In fact, Ryan still cannot prove the existence of the Thousand Herrschers, but fortunately, he no longer needs to prove it, as the Fire Moths are carrying out his orders according to his will.

"I'll leave the outer perimeter to you. I'll go keep an eye on Miss Eden."

"Wait a minute." The burly man pressed down on Ryan's shoulder. Seeing his surprise, he chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I won't bother you during the mission. The Donggong branch caught a sabotage last night."

He gave a brief explanation: apparently, someone had sneaked into the stadium's basement to install some kind of equipment the previous night, but was caught by the agents lying in wait.

"He just used a powerful memory restoration technique, and the content was quite explosive. His identity is also very special."

"Why don't you just show me the results?"

“No, it’s about the one above. I can’t confirm it, but the mental detector has passed, and he wasn’t lying.” John’s expression instantly turned serious.

About me? Could it be that Kevin's men have been captured?

Ryan was momentarily confused, but since mental detectors generally don't malfunction, this was quite interesting.

While muttering to himself, Ryan put on a cowardly demeanor: "I hope there's no earth-shattering conspiracy. I got beaten up badly in New York."

"It's not that bad. The person is in the second rest area. You can ask them in person."

Ryan glanced back and forth. The two rest areas were less than 200 meters apart, which theoretically wouldn't interfere with the protection mission. Besides, he was genuinely curious, so after hesitating for a moment, he followed.

The place was under tight guard. Inside a windowless tin shack, Ryan saw a middle-aged man with gray hair tied to a chair, covered in wounds, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

When he was grabbed by the hair and his head was lifted up, Ryan couldn't help but squint.

He looks familiar; I feel like I've seen him somewhere before.

He had a good memory, and a picture instantly flashed through his mind: his neighbor staying in a hotel on the peninsula. He even looked up the list afterward.

"Isn't this the head of the intelligence department of the Peninsula branch?!"

"Major Lianfang, Director of the Intelligence Department of the Peninsula Branch, was transferred to the Intelligence Section of the Far East Branch after the Peninsula was abandoned. His direct superior is Colonel Edwin."

“Last night he infiltrated the venue. This is the Honkai energy bomb he planted. The mental detector confirmed that his purpose was to sabotage the venue and assassinate Miss Eden.”

"As the traitor, please suggest how to deal with him/her."

With a emotionless male voice, one piece of evidence after another was placed on the table. Among them were Honkai energy bombs shaped like walnuts. These things were small in size but extremely powerful, and even ordinary units of the Fire Moth were not qualified to be equipped with them.

There were also testimonies and videos, which made Ryan frown deeply.

The evidence is irrefutable; this is a shameful traitor to humanity, though the testimony is somewhat troublesome.

It was an order personally issued by Edwin, the head of the Far East branch, for reasons unknown. However, tracing the bomb's serial number back to the headquarters armory is chilling.

"Based on the current situation, there is a large traitorous force hiding within the organization, likely a remnant of Kalis's influence. However, too many high-ranking officials are involved, so we have no choice but to seek your advice." The local intelligence chief looked too timid to write a report, and it was perfectly reasonable for Coleman, the deputy head of intelligence, to report to him.

Ryan was somewhat confused, and he really was confused. Based on the evidence he had gathered, he could begin the purge and send a group of people to grow potatoes.

The evidence is sound and there are no logical doubts. If Ryan were Coleman, he should have isolated all the reinforcements from the Far East branch and sent a report to May to prepare to catch the mole.