Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 695 Realism (Second Update)

The investigation into the rebellion was now closed, and the next step was the gradual process of purging the traitors. Victoria Hand and Stephanie had ample experience in this area, and with the support of the Sorority and the assassins, the matter was completely resolved in less than a month. When Salomon read the reports submitted by Agents Stephanie and Hand, he praised their work without reservation. Having experienced that incident, Stephanie would do everything she could to tell Salomon everything he needed to know, including information about the new members of the assassins.

Without his approval, Malbus and the biological laboratory could not have modified those people. In fact, without modification and memory implantation, most of the betrayers' spouses would have no chance to carry out the atonement mission. However, not all decrees are so simple and brutal—after the Immortal City grants the opportunity for atonement, the descendants of those betrayers will become orphans in effect. These children will receive funding from the Immortal City and be well cared for, ensuring that no one will seize their property. These children will serve the Immortal City again in the future as scientists, soldiers, and so on. There are no student loans; all expenses are charged to the Immortal City's account, making it seem incredibly benevolent compared to American tycoons.

Once those children join the Immortal City, their parents' records are destroyed. They receive a forged document from the Ministry of Internal Affairs stating that their parents made great sacrifices and that they will continue the cause of loyalty. It is precisely because of these conditions that most spouses of traitors choose the opportunity for atonement. However, Stephanie sees this as utter mercy, therefore she proposes that the opportunity for atonement can only extend to one generation. If the traitor's descendants continue to betray, it means that the bloodline of treachery continues to flow in that child, a bloodline not worth saving. After some thought, Salomon agrees to this suggestion and entrusts it to Stephanie's Ministry of Internal Affairs in cooperation with the assassination squad.

"Good evening, Lady Eye of Calamity." Salomon greeted the madwoman who was engrossed in her meal with a light, casual greeting.

Upon seeing Salomon, the madwoman immediately looked up and grinned foolishly. Salomon casually pulled out a tissue and wiped the sauce-smeared face off, then smelled her hair to make sure she had taken a proper bath, hadn't been rolling around on the floor, and hadn't been eating random things. Because the atmosphere at Kamar-Taj headquarters was too austere, Master Hamil didn't intend to send this madwoman to the Himalayas to suffer. After all, her insane mental state had already caused her enough hardship in her past life; she might have consumed more psychiatric drugs than carbohydrates.

Even some occultists thought this woman had gone a bit too far, since not everyone could accept the idea of ​​the Eye of Calamity, believing that inorganic matter could also have life. This was a bizarre viewpoint that even modern environmental cults couldn't accept.

As long as they're not involved in a mission, the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj aren't a group of cold-blooded killers, but rather a group of scholars engrossed in magical research. The madwoman's erratic weight gain is a symbol of humanity in Kamar-Taj. "Lord of the Seventh Throne, the Great King of Pride," the Eye of Calamity once again saw into the future, "Want some spaghetti? If you do, you won't be able to eat spaghetti in the future."

"You can foresee the consequences of what I did?" Salomon asked, somewhat curious. His return to Kamar-Taj headquarters was to use the Cosmic Cauldron to extract fragments of the future. Jia Ying's confession brought him a large quantity of Terrigen Crystals, which he now stored in the basement of the Immortal City.

Most people either covet the Inhumans' abilities or fear their destructive power. But in Salomon's eyes, the Kree-made slaves merely abnormally activated some of the potential granted to humanity by Celestial genetic engineering and the Celestial "blood of life"—a flawed evolutionary path. Furthermore, due to incomplete evolution, many Inhumans lost their human form during mutation, growing deformed limbs, internal organs, and skeletons. These were not worth studying; they were utterly defective. As for fear, that was out of the question. He wasn't an American, constantly worrying about others taking his territory and going to extreme lengths to protect what he had. Besides, the Inhumans' potential wasn't that high; once their abilities were understood, they were extremely easy to deal with. For Salomon, a believer in firepower, the potential damage caused by the Inhumans was not a problem at all. Even if things got really bad, he could handle it himself or send his half-finished Royal Guard.

He sympathized with Jia Ying's plight, but that didn't mean he would allow a group of creatures who had crossed the boundaries of humanity to seize the future living space of humankind. Even from a rational perspective, his thoughts could easily provoke the wrath of the Inhumans. Therefore, he held no resentment towards Skye, who was still angry with him. Their last meeting was merely a convenient opportunity for him to vent his frustrations and relieve the stress of his recent hard work. He wasn't so petty as to refuse to let others be angry with him.

He's now considering whether to throw Terrigen crystals into the ocean, allowing their active ingredients to enter the ecological cycle and thus screen ordinary people on Earth who possess the genes of the Kree progenitors. He needs to weigh the consequences of doing so.

"War." The Eye of Calamity blinked its dazed eyes.

Her eyes never focused on the person she was speaking to, but rather on the image of that person in the sea of ​​souls. Her eyes were constantly stung until they watered, but she had no intention of looking away. "So much blood, bones, and rotting flesh," she burped. "War will follow in your footsteps, scavengers will circle above you, waiting for their meal. Oh, Seventh Throne, this is the sacrifice you offer to yourself. The fate of the gods is in your hands; they curse you, they will find a way to defeat you."

"I don't care how many lives I have to give up; I just want to know if doing this can purify the human gene pool."

"I don't know." She seemed to be drifting into a trance again. "I think now is a good time to sleep."

"It's almost midnight in New York now, it really is..."

"Oh no, I can't sleep! I need to watch Jimmy Kimmel Live!" the Eye of Calamity cried out, frantically spinning around in circles.

"As you wish, ma'am." Salomon nodded. "Would you like some fruitcake?"

"I'd also like some butterbeer. I just finished reading Harry Potter!" the Eye of Calamity mumbled groggily. "It's a story about how, in a class-divided society, the child of a wealthy white elite family inherits a fortune and connections, and how he uses those resources to defeat the illegitimate son of a fallen elite family. It also promotes the idea that upward mobility for ordinary people can only be achieved through connections in the upper class..."

"Please don't shatter the fantasies of young people or over-interpret fairy tales, ma'am. I'll buy you some small cakes right away, and let's wait for the delivery guy to bring the desserts to our door. I'll pay for them. It would be great if you could tell me more about the prophecy."

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(End of this chapter)