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"Attention all personnel on assignment. Sichen has issued a 24-hour heavy rain warning. Those without insurance should immediately return to the Foundation headquarters or find a safe area nearby. Repeat..."

The symptoms of torrential rain, a hallmark of this era, are beginning to spread, and the whole world is gradually becoming more abstract.

Art, madness, fanaticism, abstraction—this was the world before World War I. The upper and middle classes born in this era took drastic changes for granted, believing that tomorrow would only be more exciting than today.

Many even believe that the upcoming war will be sacred and exciting, worthy of their full commitment.

"Why? Why is this happening? What happened?!"

Against the backdrop of an abstract world of art and color, Kacania is racing ahead.

Not long ago, she had just finished providing psychological counseling to a patient when, on her way home, the whole world suddenly became a painful sight she no longer recognized.

The sky transformed into a painting, and the people around became engrossed in some kind of fanatical art. The streets were filled with mad and frenzied crowds, as if a two-dimensional foil had been smashed onto Yharnam, each page of which was consuming SAN points.

Just then, a familiar voice rang in Kacania's ears.

"Doctor!"

"Isolde!"

Two souls, both at a loss, were brought together again by fate.

Kacania asked, "How did you get here?"

“I…I escaped,” Isolde said, still shaken.

"What happened?"

"The servants in the house have all gone out of control. They're screaming, acting crazy and unable to communicate. I was terrified, so I ran out. Doctor, what's going on?"

"I also want to know."

"This is fate's selection, Isolde, Kacania."

The two turned around and saw Heinrich wearing the mask of the Reconstructed Hand.

Kacania breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, I've seen someone I know again. That mask of yours looks pretty avant-garde, did you make it yourself?"

"This is the work of a savior, and I am choosing the right chosen one."

"What kind of abstract plot are you coming up with now? Last time you were playing a dog, the time before that you were playing an eagle, the time before that you said you became a paintbrush, and this time you've become a savior?"

Kacania laughed and asked back, using this humorous and lighthearted tone to relieve some stress.

It's bizarre, so bizarre. Everyone, and even the surrounding environment, is very strange right now.

“I’m not joking, Kacania. This is a disaster caused by the Foundation. Isolde and her brother already know about it. It’s a pity that my dearest friend Theophile didn’t make it to this day, but his sacrifice was not in vain. Now, the moment of destiny has arrived. Will you accept it…”

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"I'll take your mother's head!"

Heinrich, who was giving a passionate speech to Kacania and Isolde, was suddenly grabbed by the hair, then hit with a series of electric shocks and kicks, before being gagged, tied up, and thrown aside.

“Another scoundrel of the Reshaping Hand, ptooey!” After quickly and harmlessly disposing of Heinrich, Wanqi gave the two red pendants to Kacania and Heinrich respectively, and said to them, “Wearing these will protect you from the erosion of the Rainstorm Syndrome and help you safely cross the rainstorm.”

The two accepted Wanqi's gift, and Kakania immediately asked, "Do you know something?"

"Come with me if you want to know the truth."

Vanchi then took the two to the hotel where Hoffman was staying, where Semmelweis was also located. As for the local branch of the foundation, everyone assumed it was already a cemetery.

Northern Sentry had already left with the Cooper Wreath, but the Razor Squad was still active. They, along with the squad that had been assigned the Ruby Pendant in the previous operation, were all on the move. The Ruby Pendant, which granted immunity to "Rainstorm" and Rainstorm Syndrome, greatly enhanced the Foundation's external operational capabilities. Although "Rainstorm" only lasted for an instant, the initial 24 hours of Rainstorm Syndrome were equally deadly. Before that, apart from Wilting, only a very few Foundation members using special occult items could barely move around in a small area during this period, while the Reshaping Hand had no such restrictions.

24 hours may not seem like a long time, just a day, but it's enough to change a lot of things. For one thing, 24 hours of free movement is enough for the Reconstruction Hand to move away a huge amount of supplies, and the Foundation has no way to stop it.

But now, these issues are no longer problems, and the foundation is ready to launch its own counterattack.

After setting up a protective barrier in the hotel room, Wanqi took out a laptop from the 2020s and played a short history of the world for Kacania and Isolde, from World War I to the end of the Cold War.

Hoffman stood by, watching expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Screw confidentiality rules!

Rules can only restrict those who follow them. Do those guys at Reconstruction have any rules?

The foundation is keeping the "torrential rain" a secret and not releasing information, while Reconstruction Hands is leaking information that looks like nuclear wastewater.

So it seems that whoever does the most work and follows the rules the most suffers the most injustice.

Anyway, Wan Qi isn't a member of the foundation, so why should I care about this? The weather's nice today, but I'm blind and don't know what this guy is doing. If you have any opinions, go ask him yourselves.

On the other hand, Isolde and Kacania reacted in completely opposite ways.

The two World Wars caused the deaths of more than 1 million people, including civilians and soldiers, as well as the effects of famine and plague. These problems caused even more terrible and lasting damage after the war, and it was not until 1955 that they were barely recovered. So, including collateral damage and direct deaths, the death toll exceeded 2 million. This is still an estimate, because at that time, many countries did not even know their exact population.

By 1945, the world’s total population was around 24 billion, and one-twelfth of the population had vanished in just 31 years.

Kacania's face was even paler than Semmelweis's, and he was almost fainting, especially after seeing the Austro-Hungarian Empire completely destroyed. The place he lived in, everything he was familiar with, would be gone in just four years.

She was not a bystander in history; she was an active participant. This sense of suffocation is something that others cannot comprehend.

Wan Qi sighed. There was really no way to comfort him. He couldn't exactly say, "Don't be sad, Su Jing is even more devastated than your motherland."

Is this even human language?!

"So many people have been liberated? What a blessed era."

Isolde's words left everyone present speechless.

Wan Qi: This girl is even crazier than in the game!

Hoffman: Was I just hallucinating?

Semmelweis: The artist's mental state is very abstract.

Kacania grabbed Isolde's shoulder, asking incredulously, "What are you saying? Two hundred million lives were lost in the war!"

Isolde asked in surprise, "Yes, death takes away all their troubles, pain and sorrow, and they gain eternal peace, just like Theophier. Isn't that the greatest happiness?"

Wan Qi quipped, "This mental state is perfect for being a combat nun in Warhammer 40K."

Then, Vanchi ignored Kacania, who was talking to Isolde on the spot, and looked at Hoffman, asking, "How is Marcus?"

"I was greatly traumatized and am working hard to recover."

Wan Qi looked at the closed door behind Hoffman and took out the red crystal pendant, giving it to Hoffman.

"You gave yours to Marcus, right? This one is yours."

"Thank you, I really need this right now."

"The red crystal pendant has a certain protective range, and in an emergency, two people can squeeze together to share one."

“Okay, I’ve got it.” Hoffmann then looked at Heinrich, who was tied up like a dumpling in the corner, and asked, “What do you plan to do with that man?”

“He must know a lot of things, so it’s good to bring him back as a tainted witness.”

"Excuse me..." Kacania walked over and mustered her courage to ask, "Will torrential rain bring about the end of the world?"

Wan Qi thought for a moment and said, "It will take away everything you are familiar with. The whole world will be randomly reset to a certain point in time in the 20th century. At the current rate of development of human civilization, it will only take five to ten years to completely change everything you are familiar with. So it is not an exaggeration to say that this is the end of an era. Only a few people can go to the future."

"In other words, everything I am familiar with now will disappear."

Kacania placed her right hand on her chest and slowly clenched it into a fist.

Wan Qi thought of Kacania's experience in the game. This independent and self-reliant older sister, who loved her country, did leave a deep impression, but unfortunately, she couldn't make up for anything in the end.

However, now, another option lies with Wanqi.

"Kakana, do you want to lead more people across the storm, or disappear with this era?"

"I……"

“A very real problem is that not everyone can face the future ten or even several decades from now. When you suddenly cross time, everything around you will fall apart. In the new world, you must readjust to everything in front of you like a toddler learning to walk—the culture, the environment, the habits, and the history that has become a fait accompli. If you are prepared for this and are willing to try, I can provide you with this guarantee and some help.”

After a moment's hesitation, Kacania looked up and asked, "Please tell me how."

Even if she faces many difficulties in the future, she wants to do her best to help more people around her survive.

"Okay, wait a moment."

Wan Qi flew directly out of the hotel.

Now there's no need to care about outsiders' opinions anymore, not even stealth magic is needed, because most people on the streets have contracted Rainstorm Syndrome and become the backdrop for mad art.

When they returned, Vanchi brought Ilyich with him and handed a backpack to Kacania.

The latter opened it and found it filled with red crystal pendants.

"Give it a try, don't leave with any regrets."

"Thank you!" Kacania bowed deeply to Vanchi in gratitude, as did Ilyich.

Buzz-----Buzz-----Buzz

Wan Qi's phone suddenly rang. At a time like this, there was only one person who could call him.

"Hey, it's me."

"Vanchi, the navies of the Allied and Central Powers are vying for Apailang Island!"

"I'm coming right away!"

After hanging up the call, Wan Qi said to the two of them, "I was originally planning to go with you, but I have more important things to take care of now. Good luck, I'll be waiting for you on the other side of the storm."

Section 97: Arcana's Double Drums Die Again

(Today is another day of writing 10,000 words, please give me some comments and votes, thank you (**3*))

To bring about a "torrential rain" in advance requires a great deal of means, especially a major historical event.

The world situation in 1913 was indeed at a critical juncture, but sometimes, until that final stage, even if you were to detonate a nuclear bomb next door, no one would care. Instead, you would become a new threat, prompting the Allied and Central Powers to join forces against you. That's the strange nature of world politics.

Limit equilibrium is the equilibrium before the ultimate collapse, and it is also the most extreme state of equilibrium.

Therefore, the Reinventing Hand launched a full-scale offensive. Assassinating dignitaries and political figures from various countries was only part of the plan. The other part was to provoke a full-scale confrontation between the Allied and Entente Powers, preferably a direct war.

The rumors about Golden Island are the best proof of that.

With just a little guidance and misunderstanding, the two sides could start fighting over the island. Even if they didn't start fighting at first, the infiltrated Reconstruction Hand members would create conflict.

But no matter what kind of conflict breaks out between the two sides, Apailang Island, as the target, is always the unlucky one.

After all, that's Golden Island. No matter how credible the rumors are, it's impossible that there's nothing to gain from it. Besides, its location is right at the throat of the Aegean Sea, yet no one had discovered it before.

Mystic arts, it must be some kind of mystic arts. Since it is being protected so solemnly by mystic arts, it must contain a great secret.

It might really be an island with a huge amount of gold reserves, after all, Westerners are very direct in their naming desires.

Right, Jin Xin?

Therefore, there must be gold on Gold Island!

Driven by their most basic need for gold and silver, the Allied and Central Powers confronted each other here, with a total of seven dreadnoughts, nine pre-dreadnoughts, seven heavy cruisers, and fifty-three other types of ships on both sides, fiercely confronting each other at sea.

Oh, and by the way, they also have an aircraft carrier.

However, in terms of design, it is still the kind of basic cargo ship with a simple bridge, transparent deck, narrow body, and pitiful carrying capacity.

That's right, it was a merchant ship that was temporarily modified. The relevant technology must have come from Re-Shaping. Just how much information did these people leak?

The drone flew rapidly across the sky; the situation here was quite chaotic, and fighting had already broken out between the two sides.

When Wanqi arrived, Apailan Island was in chaos. 6 and 210 were maintaining order. Arcana was not there, but there were many burning corpses piled up in the speech square, with several Reconstruction Hand masks next to them.

These mathematicians are quite capable; they cleared out the invaders from the Reshaping Hand so quickly.

"How is the situation?" Wan Qi asked, looking at Virtue.

Veldin: "The order on the island can be barely maintained. The main concern is the fleet outside. In any case, we must hold out for these 24 hours."

Anyway, if the "torrential rain" falls in 24 hours, any fleet will be useless.

“My suggestion is to clean it up, because the crew members on those warships have already been affected by the storm syndrome and are in a mentally unstable state. A madman might do anything, and if Arcana uses him again, it could be…” Wan Qi’s voice stopped abruptly, and then he shook his head and said, “Forget it, they’ve already started using him. Prepare for battle.”

On the sea surface, countless Arcana-specific oil substances are rapidly spreading, then enveloping the war machines on the sea surface and forcibly mixing them together.

The build quality is excellent, reminding Wan Qi of the time he assembled the Abomination.

The only difference is that Arcana uses other people's products, while Wanqi uses its own pure natural products.

The battlefield is the ocean; this is Arcana's invitation.

"Wan Qi, the stage is ready, please go on stage."