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"Where is the prey we were promised? We haven't seen a single trace of it yet. All we do is walk around all day."

"Shut up," Skadi glanced at her. "Quiet, listen." The sand and air were conveying information, and the slight vibrations carried the footsteps of the prey.

"Hehe... Gotcha!" A smile appeared in the girl's red eyes.

"Go!" Skadi vanished from her spot. The hunter's speed was incredible; each step was like a shadow darting across the ground, as if she were flying through the air. Soon, an unassuming convoy appeared before her.

This is not a regular border crossing. Therefore, the convoy here is definitely not a vehicle transporting goods or hard currency across the border normally.

Whether they were bandits or escaped rats, it was all the same to Skadi—just kill them all!

"Whoosh!" The spinning greatsword swept across the space between the two, slicing off half of the road wheel. The entire transport ship came to an abrupt stop, and the expert responsible for protecting it quickly left the almost suicidal environment.

"A pardoner and a swordsman?" Skadi tilted her head as she looked at these enemies. They were a bit troublesome, but only a bit troublesome.

After all, Skadi's weapons are no longer in a state of disrepair; they have been strengthened by Old Xia and further adjusted by Technician Agor.

The Pardoners, a medical organization in Kazdel, strive to heal the wounds of this land. Supporters of Theresis, they are ostensibly a medical organization that treats Sarkaz and the infected.

In reality, it is related to the war between the demon race and even the more distant history of the Sarkaz. The so-called forgiveness is to absolve the Sarkaz of their original sin.

The original sin of the Sarkaz is the power of the Demon King. Therefore, it can be argued that the purpose of the Exonerators is to eliminate the Demon King's power and the remnants of this sinful bloodline, which they believe is the sin of the demon race, or rather, the Sarkaz, who are called "demons."

Therefore, most of the pardoners are on Theresis's side, not because they believe in Theresis's theories, but because Theresis is not the Demon King, while Theresis is someone who inherited the Demon King's power, nothing more.

"Forget it, I don't quite understand these things—" Skadi thought for a while and decided it was better not to get involved in these historical issues, no matter why the Exorcist was here.

"Are you ready to die?" The cold red eyes stared at everyone, and even though there were no weapons in his hands, he still put immense pressure on the swordsman and pardoner opposite him.

"Attack!" Her long, slender legs slammed into the strongest member of the Pardoner's Sect like a hammer. A broad, horizontal sword blocked the attack, but it also sent the silver-haired woman soaring high into the air, twisting her body like a fish leaping out of the waves. "Bang!"

Dust billowed up, and a red figure flashed by. Sometime later, the molten greatsword returned to her hand, knocking the guard who had just drawn his shield away, shield and all, leaving a fatal wound on his body.

"Hey, we've got it, don't even think about running away—" Another deep-sea hunter crouched on the vehicle, his spear already piercing the Originium generator, and the transport vehicle immediately lost power.

"Agorians? We have no intention of being your enemies. Could you please make way?" The absolution master looked at the two people warily; their strength was a bit too exaggerated.

Especially the woman in the red dress, who was dressed like a street singer but possessed fighting power comparable to the top warriors.

His response was a gunshot. Even though he dodged in time, the heat pipe bomb still took away half of his shoulder. "It doesn't work..." Skadi put the large-caliber hand cannon back into the gun holster on her thigh and picked up her greatsword again.

"Hey, this isn't something you can just pay more for!" the swordsman said with a wry smile. Escape was impossible now; these two women could actually catch up with the vehicle on foot, and he definitely couldn't outrun them.

Rather than die of thirst in the wilderness or be chased to death from exhaustion, it was better to fight to the death. The sword and greatsword clashed again, and the guards protecting the caravan could not hold out for long against the two hunters' attack.

A short while later, "whoosh!" Skadi pulled open the warehouse door. "Medicines and...something strange?"

"Interception mission complete. Some medicine and some strange items were found." It looked like the remains of some kind of creature, labeled and listed as "Divine Remains."

"The recovery team will arrive shortly. Maintain vigilance in place..."

"Understood." Skadi closed the door again, leaned against the vehicle, and stared blankly at the sky. Emptying her mind was a necessary means for her to ensure that she could still maintain her rationality and sanity.

Every hunter has their own way of coping. They participate in experiments, modifications, and battles because they have a rather tragic past. Whether this past is real or not, it exists in the hunter's memory. If they don't find a way to cope, they will be driven crazy by this memory sooner or later.

The convoy of recovery vehicles arrived at the battlefield in no time. After inventorying the goods and various supplies, they left. The hunters also left in their vehicles. Long after they left, a movement occurred in the corpse abandoned in the wilderness. A shadow broke free from the corpse's restraints, its fatal wound throbbing and gleaming with the light of some kind of Originium Arts, rapidly healing itself.

“Divine remains…” The doctor looked at the lump of biological remains, “It is indeed divine remains, but those of an evil god.”

"An evil god?" Old Xia scratched his head. "That seems to be some kind of creature. Are there really gods?"

"No?"

"Can this god extend the lifespan of the sun by a thousand years?"

"cannot……"

"That's what you call a god?" Old Xia scoffed. "You might as well believe in me instead of believing in it."

The doctor shrugged. The more advanced a civilization is, the less faith it has, or rather, the less faith it has in a mysterious "god." Totems and deities are merely tools used to unite human society and break through the limits of a single ethnic group.

In the eyes of the ancients, those who could conjure lightning and start fires out of thin air were gods. But now, any trained Sarkaz warlock can do that. In Lao Xia's eyes, anything that can't slow down the expansion rate of the universe by more than 3% deserves to be called a god.

The notion that science ends in theology, and that scientists believe in God, is mostly sensationalist hype—the reality is: "Your Majesty, there is no place for God in my theory..."

The speaker was an extremely devout believer who studied celestial mechanics in order to prove God's existence. This statement was his answer to Napoleon's question about why he hadn't seen the Lord's presence...

“The term ‘evil god’ is just a euphemism. Let me be direct. Do you remember the story I told you? The one about the Demon King…” The doctor looked at the monster. “After completing the initial experiments and modifying himself, he began to try to create a new race based on the Terrans.”

And this thing is the Sarkaz's mental command center, I mean, another form of your neural network..."

“I understand, wetware network host, it seems we’re on the same page.” Old Xia nodded. “Why don’t you just say it like that? Evil gods come and go. So, was this thing destroyed, or did it fail?”

"Both," the doctor shrugged. "It failed halfway, so it was destroyed. Otherwise, why would it be called an evil god? He intended for this thing to become the god of the Sarkaz or the god of Terra, something that concentrates all of Terra's knowledge, memories, and wisdom. Wouldn't that be a god to the Terrans? It would grow together with the Terran civilization. Sending just this thing would be faster than sending all the Terrans to other star systems."

"Oh, he's planning to create a biological Neumann host to store environmental genes and various civilization information, which will be sent to the destination as the first batch of launch targets. Then when your starship sets sail and arrives at the destination, you won't have to face a desolate or even unbreathable hell, but a finished Eden, a very mature interstellar colonization plan." Old Xia understood almost instantly.

This is also why he and the PhD student can get along so well; they only need to start a conversation to understand each other's points, unlike other people.

Both the Doctor and Kal'tsit could only spout riddles—what else could they possibly understand? What could Terra and the like, who didn't even know what stars were, possibly comprehend?

Where did we fail?

"The failure lies in its perfection; the wet-software neural network is too complete. While an overly complete neural network and wet-software mainframe can certainly become 'godlike,' it also means..."

"It survived. Well, the number one cause of death for those who play with biological wet computer programs, the idiots who get their projects destroyed and lose all their credits because of this threshold error are all strong contenders for the college's Darwin Cup."

Old Xia looked at the PhD with an expression of deep empathy. High IQ doesn't mean you won't make stupid mistakes. Even the wisest can make a mistake. Sometimes, smart people make stupid mistakes that ordinary people can't even imagine.

"Although I really don't want to ask what the Darwin Cup means, it probably isn't a nice thing to say?"

"Of course, this award is given to recognize the outstanding achievement of removing oneself from the college's workforce, thereby optimizing the college's graduate and student pool and preventing contamination—"

To put it bluntly, because being stupid got me excluded, it's better to keep the group's trophies high-performing. However, it wasn't officially awarded; it was judged privately by us, and there's even a genuine trophy..."

The trophy was never awarded, as the winner would never risk humiliation by going there, since half the school would immediately come to mock him.

"Then it went crazy. With such a massive amount of personality and knowledge data in there, it would definitely go insane if you didn't design some excellent biological sorting and forgetting mechanism..."

"Yes, that's why the Sarkaz are called demons. Of course, the reason why the Sarkaz are called demons is actually related to this, but ultimately it's due to the influence of this thing—so I understand why the Exorcist appeared there."

They were trying to move the remains of the god to prevent them from falling into the hands of the Doctor, because he possessed the "Demon King." If the Demon King and the evil god were to unite again, then the original sin of the Sarkaz would return once more.

The Demon King would not need to be in close proximity to read the Sarkaz's memories or control their minds. By using this divine remains or restoring them, the Demon King could directly control the entire Sarkaz race in the Sati Oasis.

What the absolutioners didn't know was that Old Xia had already built something similar, only with more advanced technology.

Although it's less efficient, it's also safer. Its main function is to play news, and its secondary function is to play videos for entertainment. It's known in the community as eMule... no, it's Amiya Information Network!

"So, what should we do with this?"

"Destroy it, it's useless. Are you interested in studying it?"

"No interest. I don't want to be called back to give out a Darwin Cup after graduation. It's too humiliating!"

Old Xia refused the divine remains. Come to think of it, these things, including those demons, seem to have been created by the early inhabitants of Terra.

While I understand their predicament at the time, "did you really not have an auditing department and a security inspection department prepared?"

"Yes, I'm in the review department. It's just that I approved them all..."

"Uh..." Old Xia stared at the doctor for a few seconds, "Now I finally know why you covered your face, are you afraid of being recognized and beaten to death?" He has to take half the blame for Terra.

Chapter Ninety-One: The Three Demon Gods of Hell

Chapter Ninety-One

The financial turmoil, manifested in the cashing out of Originium and Red Gold, gradually began to spread, and the factory certainly received orders and profits.

However, since customers pay with Originium and Red Gold, these two items can naturally be used directly as currency for transactions, but they cannot be used to purchase materials or pay wages. This is not because they have no value, but because their value is too great.

If a worker's monthly wage were converted into pure gold, it would be about the size of a grain of rice. The cost of cutting, weighing, and so on is astronomical. Not to mention that even if they were paid, they couldn't use it to buy necessary food or pay rent because they couldn't cut the grain any finer.

As for the Pure Originium, it's even more troublesome, as its value is almost exponentially related to its volume.

In other words, the price of pure Originium after cutting would drop significantly, making it impossible to cut it up and use it as wages.

As a result, everyone doing business in Kazdel had to convert these into currency through other means to purchase raw materials and pay wages. This process meant that a large amount of hard currency needed to be exchanged for paper money, but the printing of paper money was too slow, so it could only be purchased on the market to generate high interest income from the currency itself.

When imported deflation began, workers were initially able to receive their wages, but soon employers realized that keeping the exchanged currency in their hands could allow them to exchange it for more hard currency the following month, which in turn could be converted into even more currency. In other words, it was better to keep the money in their hands than to pay it out.

At this point, they certainly wouldn't want to pay their workers any wages related to money, but to maintain production and this continuous inflow of profits, they had to recruit workers. Thus, the Xia Group's approach taught them a lesson.

Various vouchers and exchange certificates became the workers' main source of income, which was almost equivalent to these factories and enterprises issuing currency privately for cash. Since they could be used to buy things, these various vouchers served as trade documents.

Although international trade was not allowed, for most workers, being able to buy bread was enough.

At first, the superstructure, completely unaware that something was wrong, finally realized that something was amiss, even though imported deflation itself was not yet noticeable.

After all, for countries with large amounts of hard currency income but not yet part of a fiat currency system, this deflation is temporary and actually means they can print money freely.

But things didn't go so well when factory owners and bankers started buying up the currency.

Before the advent of fiat currency, the amount of money printed was limited. Originally, the amount of money printed was equal to the amount of hard currency imported, and a large influx of hard currency was actually beneficial to the economy.

However, this is contingent on no one in the market buying up these printed currencies with the goal of speculating on them or increasing their value. When currency becomes a commodity, it must be over-issued to more than three times the actual amount in circulation in order to curb this trend.

Otherwise, the more people acquire the currency, the more it appreciates, and the more people will realize that doing business in finance is worse than doing business in manufacturing.

If the amount of currency issued exceeds three times the normal amount, then once this monetary system collapses, such a massive influx of money into the market will instantly turn the Great Depression into devastating inflation, triggering panic runs and sell-offs—and a country's economy will be completely destroyed on the spot.

That's secondary. The most frightening thing is that, because the value of the currency itself is skyrocketing, those companies have started issuing their own vouchers and coupons like crazy.

It's tantamount to privately minting coins. If this is not addressed, then the country's fiscal and minting power will be lost. If it is addressed, where will they get so much currency to give to these companies?

Moreover, no matter how much is given out, it won't be able to be distributed because the currency itself is appreciating too quickly. As for the further contraction of consumer spending caused by this, the harsh winter of the Great Depression is already a minor ailment as it rapidly cools down.

After all, the Great Depression was like a severe cold, the current imported deflation is like pneumonia, the potential devastating bank run in the future is like tuberculosis, and the hidden problem of seigniorage is like lung cancer. Of these four problems, the Great Depression is the least significant.

As a result, a terrifying phenomenon emerged in the market: prices plummeted. Every enterprise and producer was thinking about getting their money back as soon as possible, even if they sold at a loss today, they would get higher interest tomorrow. Maintaining the original price meant that even if the goods didn't lose money, the unrecovered money was a loss.

The sharp drop in prices will lead to another problem: Kazdel's purchasing volume remains unchanged, but the amount of hard currency imported is decreasing. The decrease in hard currency means that even if the other country does not over-issue any currency, the currency is actually appreciating at a slower pace, which is equivalent to slow inflation.

In fact, the best course of action at this point would be to recognize Kazdel's currency as one of the international settlement currencies.

Therefore, a large influx of foreign currency, since foreign currency cannot be used as domestic currency, can instead offset deflation through imported inflation.

Moreover, this money would become workers' wages, market consumption, and alleviate the Great Depression.

However, it is difficult for countries without a fiat currency system to see the key points here.

In their view, recognizing Kazdel's currency meant that the Kazdels would use printed paper instead of real gold and silver to purchase goods from them.

By the time they realized what was happening, the building was already on the verge of collapse, a situation that no one could save.

“Even though prices have plummeted to almost worthless levels, a large number of people still lack food and clothing and can’t even afford bread. The economy is truly a strange thing,” Yelena said, unwrapping a candy.