Give Douluo a technological shock

Chen Fu smiled expressionlessly, then looked coldly at the Grand Secretary.

"What does our development of soul-guided technology have to do with the gods?"

"Divine punishment?"

Chen Fu looked at the teachers and students of the Soul Guidance Device Academy, who were almost in despair, and couldn't help but laugh. His cracked cheeks were covered with scarlet bloodstains, and his bloodshot eyes, under his somewhat withered white hair, flashed with a dazzling light and madness.

"That wasn't divine punishment! That was the highest respect the gods could give us!"

"This proves we're on the right track! He's stopping us from progressing, stopping us from moving forward! He's afraid!"

"Dear teachers and students of Shrek Academy, what benefits can your faith in gods bring you?"

"Perhaps in the past He could give us safety, wisdom and skills, but now, He has fallen!"

"He is preventing us from making any progress! He is afraid that we will make any progress! He wants us to be confined to a small corner forever and unable to develop!"

"Can He make you a god?!"

"He cannot! He is a selfish and ignorant sinful god who interferes with the development of our civilization for his own selfish gain!"

The young man who had suffered a major setback was venting his anger. Xuanzi felt his heart was in turmoil, and the hand he was holding in the unconscious Old Master Mu was squeezed painfully.

Golden sunlight pierced through the smoke enveloping the wreckage, and rays of light, refracted by high-energy soul power crystal particles, emitted a dazzling, iridescent hue.

In the girl's eyes, the boy stood with his hands raised before a crowd oppressed by authority, barely daring to breathe. The pale golden sunlight draped him in dazzling armor as he raised his arms and shouted:

"Abandon the sinful god! Be your own god!"

His bold and thought-provoking remarks shook everyone's hearts.

The world seemed to quiet down...

Chen Fu,

I smelled the metallic scent of blood.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Truly, Absolutely Beautiful

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This was the first time Chen Fu had learned that there were dual divine positions in this world.

A sword, brimming with the thick, pungent smell of blood, slid down from the outer reaches of the heavens, and the world suddenly turned crimson.

Chen Fu subconsciously looked up, and a dark red, blood-red sword with the power to sever life and death assaulted his vision in his black and white spiritual senses, occupying his entire field of vision. His "insubordinate" gaze could only see the blade that occupied half the sky. As the giant sword slowly and rapidly fell, he seemed to see a pair of eyes.

What kind of look was that? Cold and devoid of any emotion, as casually as a knife accidentally knocking over a coffee table and inadvertently killing an ant in its fall.

The wanton slaughter of His divine successors and the destruction of those favored by the world's will did not elicit even the slightest emotional response from Him as an enforcer.

Because He is God, a high and mighty God, a God who has everything under His control.

The life and death of ants, the violation of rules, are not important.

because,

God doesn't care.

The incomprehensibly powerful crimson sword energy descended slowly, carrying the aura of suppressing the entire world. It was gradually worn down by the raging will of this world, but the sword energy that finally reached the other side was still not something that only a god could withstand.

Looking up at the crimson light that seemed like divine punishment slashing down on him from beyond the boundary... to be honest, Chen Fu suddenly felt a little regretful.

……

How is Dr. Chen doing lately?

The burly, black-clad special agents stood outside the intricately carved wooden fence, looking at the so-called prison cells filled with lush grass, birdsong, and green willows, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

“It’s not good. He keeps asking for paper, and we can’t refuse any of his requests except for self-harm, as instructed.”

After carefully checking the black-clad special agent's pass and verifying that it was correct, he was allowed to enter.

"Could you elaborate? My mission here is to get some information from him."

"You'll have to ask him yourself; he's been waiting for you."

After leaving behind some inexplicable words, the receptionist waited outside the door and gestured for them to enter first.

"You've arrived, at just the right time."

The gaunt man with a full head of dry, white hair stopped writing, carefully put away the manuscript with traces of blood, and looked at the special agents sitting opposite him.

"Hello Dr. Chen, my name is Shi..."

"I don't care what your name is, and I'm not good at anything."

The pale-faced man interrupted the other's introduction, his blood-red and yellowish eyes staring at him without any emotion.

The burly man in black felt a little uneasy under the stare.

"On behalf of..."

lb!

"Stop talking nonsense! Ask me and I'll answer!"

The man, who was on his last legs, suddenly unleashed a terrifying burst of power, slamming his fist on the table with a loud thud that startled the other person.

"Why did you disobey orders and forcefully lead the cold nucleus research group to continue experiments?"

"They believe me!"

"...Why did it fail?"

"Yes...why..."

The other person suddenly seemed dazed, muttering incoherent syllables, their eyes gradually becoming unfocused and vacant…

"List…"

"Shut up!"

The man, who was already somewhat deranged, suddenly turned his head and roared at the man in black.

"Particles! High-energy particles have tampered with all my experimental data!"

"One, no! Two!"

He would never forget the moment the reactor collapsed! Every detail of the scene in his memory replayed in his mind tens of thousands of times!

"Dr. Chen, please cool down..."

The voice recorder captured every detail of the conversation.

"I'm freezing, you son of a bitch!"

My emotions had started to calm down, but upon hearing these words, the resentment and anger inside me exploded instantly!

"Physics is dead! We're under attack! An attack from an unknown civilization at the microscopic level!!!"

"Dr. Chen!"

"fine."

The man who had been frantically clutching his hair suddenly calmed down, sat back down, and looked at the person opposite him.

"..."

"Let's continue with microscopic particles..."

Spots of scarlet smeared from the tip of her nose onto the pristine white manuscript paper, blooming into alluring red plum blossoms.

"I'm sorry, we don't have much time left."

The pale-faced man grabbed a crumpled piece of paper to stop the nosebleed and weakly pushed the blood-stained manuscript paper he had folded in his suitcase toward the other person.

"…This is?"

"Cold nucleus equations and related technologies."

"You! How did you do that?!"

"It's overclocked; the human brain calculates it."

If the machine is unreliable, then calculate it yourself.

My vision suddenly blurred, and warm tears streamed down my face.

"You?! Medical staff! Medical staff!"

"Instead of wasting time calling for help, you might as well spend more time talking to me."

"You're insane! Brain overclocking technology is strictly prohibited!"

"I provided the materials for Jiang Nan's overclocking technology; I was the first experimental result in her hands."

Suddenly, a huge apple tree laden with apples appeared in the previously dark and empty field of vision, with a fat, mottled bird curled up on it.

"Why bother?!"

"I'm not reconciled..."

His survival was accidental, an impossibility caused by the collapse of the reactor and the influence of those two particles.