Necromancer's Second-Original Chat Group

“Your eyes tell me that you’re about to do something big, and you need Rhodes Island’s help.”

"As expected of the wisdom of the ancients, yes, I have come to Rhodes Island to borrow troops."

Wan Qi commands a massive undead legion. After replenishing their soul fragments, these undead units possess terrifying combat power, but that's about all they have to offer.

They can destroy and disrupt, and can complete predetermined tasks under Wanqi's command, but they cannot communicate normally.

This is not a normal organizational force, but simply a violent group. It can help Wan Qi easily destroy an old world, but it cannot build a new one.

At least not in the short term.

A glint of wisdom flashed in Kal'tsit's eyes as she rationally analyzed, "With your strength, you wouldn't normally need to borrow troops to eliminate any enemies. So your goal isn't to borrow troops, but to intimidate, to make some people think you have a complete force to do anything, or to replace those you deem deserving of death whenever you feel the need."

"Yes, Rhodes Island doesn't need to do anything. Just your presence is enough."

"You seem very anxious. What happened?"

Wan Qi shook his head, looked into Kal'tsit's eyes and said, "The Originium has infiltrated another world."

Kal'tsit's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What! ?"

"It's true, Originium appeared under the torrential rain. It's real Originium. We were lucky this time; the Originium was taken away by the rain's retrograde effect. But nobody knows what will happen next time, and nobody knows if the Originium will arrive separately from the rain. On one hand, there's retrograde effect; on the other hand, there's natural disaster. Oh, my mood is even worse than Constantine XI's in 1453. The Roman Empire died, so be it; the earth kept turning. But Originium plus torrential rain—this really could be a doomsday judgment that could cause the entire civilization to explode on the spot!"

Wan Qi's tone gradually became agitated.

"But the foundations that should be shouldering the responsibility are instead squandering their resources! Headquarters members are abusing their positions and becoming corrupt and decadent! I followed the trail to investigate corruption within European foundations, and the list I found included the names of a third of the foundation headquarters' members of parliament!"

"They collude with scum, harming the innocent, embezzling funds, and running rampant with privileges! What kind of humans are they, what kind of mystics? In the face of money and power, aren't they all the same?"

“These bastards are rotten to the core! Utterly rotten! But I have no choice but to keep them going because there's no way to find a replacement for the St. Love Foundation anytime soon!”

"Since that's the case, let's cut the Gordian knot quickly. Whatever happens in the future is better than human civilization exploding right now! This rotten beam of the Foundation, I'll glue it together with every last drop of strength until the Sichen Squad develops. I refuse to believe that Zhu Yuanzhang's methods can't cultivate capable humans!"

Wanqi's words contained too many terms that Kal'tsit couldn't understand, but that didn't matter; she knew what Wanqi was going to do.

“I understand,” Kal'tsit said earnestly. “We are allies, and it is only natural for us to help each other. This time, all the operators of Rhodes Island will follow your and Dr. Velding’s orders. We will stand firmly on your side. For your world and for our shared beliefs, may we walk hand in hand toward a better future.”

"Thank you, we are very grateful."

With their hands clasped together, a consensus was reached.

Ms. Z's office at the headquarters of the St. Love Foundation

After each "storm," the Foundation has a lot to do, such as reconnecting with other branches of this era and deploying the next phase of operations for Reincarnation.

As the third-in-command of the foundation, Ms. Z is naturally responsible for a lot of things. Now, except for a very few people, it is necessary to make a special appointment to see her, or wait until this period is over. All non-urgent matters are postponed.

Wan Qi is one of those individuals who can show up without prior notice.

The difference is that others knock on the door when they come in, but he might knock on the window.

Guangs Guangs Guang!

The sound of knocking on the glass and knocking on the door were completely different. Ms. Z looked up, but did not see anyone.

However, she still went over and opened the window, breathed in some fresh air, stretched, and then closed the window.

"So you're in such a hurry that you're specifically looking for me this way."

Wan Qi, dressed in a black robe, stood behind Ms. Z. Ms. Z did not rush to listen to Wan Qi's explanation, but instead brewed two cups of tea, and thoughtfully added a lot of goji berries to Wan Qi's cup of tea.

When the tea was handed over, Wan Qi almost couldn't hold back anymore.

We found a small amount of tea leaves and water among the vast amount of goji berries.

Looking up, Wan Qi saw Ms. Z winking at him, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Sister Zhang, even after this year, Virtue will only be 17 years old."

"I didn't say anything."

This is the kind of joke older generations make about younger generations.

Since things have come to this, let's have some tea first. The goji berries taste pretty good; they're authentic Northwest products.

After the two finished their first cup of tea, they filled their second cup, and then it was time to get down to business.

"What happened?"

"Please take a look at this first."

Wan Qi handed Ms. Z a thick stack of documents.

But just as she was about to flip through the book, Wan Qi said, "Sister Zhang, listen to my advice, eat first, otherwise you won't be able to eat later."

"Don't worry, I'm quite resilient under pressure."

Wan Qi shrugged and didn't insist any further.

Just one minute later, Ms. Z's hand holding the document began to tremble.

Five minutes later, the trembling turned into a tight grip on the document, refusing to let go.

Ten minutes later, her skin was visibly red.

Fifteen minutes later, Ms. Z took a deep breath and slowly put down the document.

She didn't finish reading it, but just as Wan Qi had warned her before, she really couldn't eat anything now; being full of anger was still being full.

"Wanqi, these."

"Table of contents."

With just those two simple words, Ms. Z's vision went black. Wan Qi immediately cast a healing spell to prevent the foundation's third-in-command from suffering a sudden high blood pressure fainting spell due to anger from that disloyal, unjust, immoral, and unwise beast.

"I...I have no evidence?" Ms. Z gasped for breath, completely distraught.

"Do you want to see it?"

Ms. Z nodded firmly.

Then her office was filled with a bunch of boxes.

"The photos, documents, accounts, and other relevant files are all here, Sister Zhang... Sister Zhang!"

Ms. Z ultimately couldn't hold on and fainted.

When Ms. Z woke up again, her eyes vacant, she said, "Today I finally understand what 'too many to count' means. The foundation... how did it become like this!"

"Sister Zhang, there's only one-third left, two-thirds are still left."

Wan Qi's attempt to comfort her only made things worse; after he did, Ms. Z nearly went berserk.

"Heh heh heh, a third of the councilors at the foundation headquarters are like these insects! This is the headquarters, for crying out loud! If the headquarters is like this, the branch offices must be utterly rotten!"

"Sister Zhang, think optimistically. In 1453, after the Eastern Roman Empire turned green, the St. Love Foundation took shape. Now it's been almost 550 years. The Eastern and Western Han Dynasties were only about 400 years ago. For an organization of this age to have only one-third of its members remaining is already a miracle in the history of human organization building."

"Do you believe that the remaining two-thirds are clean?"

Wan Qi had nothing to say.

In a high-ranking officialdom where one-third are corrupt officials and the remaining two-thirds are clean, Wan Qi would rather believe that the American people elected Trump in order to revive the Soviet Union.

After calming down, Ms. Z was in a dark and gloomy state.

Wan Qi had no emotional attachment to the foundation, so his attitude towards the organization was to maximize its use. But Ms. Z was, after all, a talent cultivated by the foundation. It was impossible for her not to feel heartbroken that a world-class occult organization had become like this.

The St. Love Foundation is not just a global organization, but a great attempt at collaboration between humanity and mystics, much like the Soviet Union. You can criticize all its problems, but you cannot deny that its very existence is its greatest value.

But now, the St. Love Foundation faces almost the same problems as the Soviet Union did back then.

It's been repaired, what should we do?

No, it's rotten, even worse than if it had been repaired.

"Wan Qi, you came all this way to see me, not just because of these things, right?"

"Yes, there's something even more deadly."

"Tell me everything. It's better to hear it all at once than to get angry twice."

"it is good."

Subsequently, Wan Qi informed Ms. Z about things such as "world barrier", "subspace", "otherworldly catastrophe", and "infiltration by evil gods", which naturally included the weakening effect of "flood" and "torrential rain" on the world barrier.

After hearing all this, Ms. Z could barely hold her teacup.

This is going to be fun!

"Sister Zhang, Sister Zhang? Sister Zhang!"

Ms. Z, her eyes lifeless, asked Wan Qi, who had been brought back to her senses by Wan Qi's words: "Wan Qi, do you think the foundation still has any reason to exist?" "Ahem, Sister Zhang, now that the foundation is gone, I can't find a replacement. We'll just have to make do for now, but it needs to be drastically reformed."

"Reform?" Ms. Z smiled wryly.

Throughout history, every organization that has been terminally ill has sought reform, but none of them have fared well.

No one knows whether reform will prolong life or drive us straight to hell.

"We must act swiftly and decisively right now. My standard is to at least allow the Foundation to hold out for a while until the Sichen Squad grows stronger."

"You mean, let Wilting take charge of the new foundation?"

"It's at least more promising than the current foundation."

"Can the Foundation hold out until then? The Reinventing Hand will definitely take action against this weakness of the Foundation. Those corrupt insects only care about their own interests."

"So, if a major operation can't solve the problem, then we'll deal with the people who created it!"

"Wanqi, what do you want to do..."

"Thanks to our ancestors for leaving behind many wise solutions. Are you aware of the case of Erzhu Rong?"

"That is indeed a good idea."

Ms. Z nodded. Those who think that if they live, others can't live, they should just die sooner rather than later.

"It just so happens that the rainstorm has just ended, and almost everyone is gathered at the foundation headquarters. I'll keep them here under the pretense of a meeting, otherwise I'll have to visit them one by one, which would be a waste of time."

And so, Wanqi and Ms. Z finalized a solution, and the two then went to see Constantine.

After hearing the whole story, including the document that also caused the vice president's blood pressure to drop, Constantine nodded and said, "I approve of your plan, and I will fully cooperate."

"I thought it would take you some time and some tricks to convince you," Wan Qi said half-jokingly.

Constantine chuckled, “All the rights and status of the Human Party depend on the Foundation. If the Foundation disappears or collapses, everything we stand for will also cease to exist. I admit my methods are unpopular, and I admit they lack humanity, but in ensuring the Foundation's survival, our interests are aligned. Some people have crossed the line too far; they must pay the price for their actions!”

"That's good. Now, please arrange the meeting. I'll make the preparations as well."

At the same time, Rhodes Island's elite operators were also ready to set off.

When Wanqi arrived at Rhodes Island again, a force of five hundred men was ready to go.

"They are all elite operators of Rhodes Island, and the most reliable fighting force of Rhodes Island."

"I am deeply grateful that you have entrusted me with such an elite force without reservation."

"We also need your strength. This is a win-win situation. By the way, Amiya and Rosemary will also be going this time to broaden their horizons."

"No problem, I'll take good care of them."

In the WeChat group of the Dimensional Phone, Amiya, Veltin, and Xia Die are chatting, mainly about their next move.

Xia Die rarely types; she mostly acts as an observer. The main people she discusses are Amiya and Virtin, the latter of whom is naturally aware of Wan Qi's entire plan.

In short: It was a Feast at Hongmen, but Xiang Yu would personally step in and kill Liu Bang.

No, these incredible beings aren't even as good as one of Liu Bang's toes. Even if they only had a tenth of Liu Bang's abilities, the Hand of Reshaping wouldn't have survived to this day.

"See you in a bit," said the little bunny from Rhodes Island.

"Okay, see you in a bit." V2TO

"Okay, see you in a bit." Xia Die.

Closing his phone, Veltin took a deep breath. What was about to happen would completely change the entire foundation, but no one knew what the future held. At least for now, for the victims, a true trial of justice was about to begin.

However, Wan Qi's sarcasm was still as sharp as ever.

"Justice isn't delayed; it's that the evil deeds committed can no longer be concealed!"

How ironic, but this is a true reflection of the foundation's current situation.

After reviewing the documents, Virtue also felt that Wan Qi's method was absolutely correct, and it was time to act decisively and decisively.

The foundation may hesitate, but the reinvention hand will not.