People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Shu, call her a fool or you can say she was deceived, but in short, she was too obsessed."

In this world, some people seek fame, some seek profit, but Reiwa Chongyue understands his younger sister very well.

She prayed for peace.

The behemoth seeks neither fame nor fortune; it seeks only national prosperity, peace, and tranquility throughout the world.

However, if the Yan Kingdom treated these Year Beast agents well, that would be fine. But what is the Yan Kingdom's attitude towards Year Beast agents?

Is the Si Sui Tai so powerful that every move of his agents is monitored and restricted?

A family separated by vast distances may not be able to reunite for decades or even centuries. Even if they want to meet, they have to go through layers of reporting and approval, and their applications may be rejected.

Is it that Chongyue, who guarded the border for thousands of years, could not find a single general? Is it that the third sister, Jie, compiled a book to spread education, but was ultimately forced to die unjustly? Is it that the second brother, Wang, wanted to seek justice but could not, and was instead imprisoned in a hundred stoves, and had to cut the spirit into a chess piece, with 181 pieces scattered across the chessboard of heaven and earth?

One hundred and eighty-one pieces. What others see is the power of the Year Beast, the stubbornness of the Second Brother, and the terror of the Agent!

But as family members, neither Ling nor Chongyue agreed with his actions, but they were not without concern for his health.

Doesn't he feel pain?

Perhaps Yan was not entirely wrong in this matter. After all, how can one allow a tiger to sleep soundly beside one's bed? With a time bomb right there, no one can feel at ease without restraint.

But what wrong has the agent of the Year Beast, Ben Souqqun, done?

A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

The best solution is actually to leave. Give yourself freedom, and also liberate the Great Yan.

But as human beings, and as independent individuals, Chongyue had no way to change the thoughts of his younger siblings.

“Shu wants too much, which is why I can’t persuade her. No one can persuade her either. She wants to be free, not today.”

It was rare to see his elder brother with such an expression; worry and sorrow were mixed on his face, and a trace of sadness overflowed from it.

"I don't know when that liberation will come."

"Hehe, that's precisely why I want to seek justice."

A discordant voice abruptly interrupted the discussion, and Chongyue and Ling snapped back to reality. Standing behind them was a familiar figure, but compared to their memories, he was much more disheveled, dejected, and gloomy.

"see?"

Ignoring the order, the figure, who looked as if it would shatter at the slightest touch, raised its eyes, its sinister gaze shooting towards Chong Yue, and said coldly:

"Shuo, or Chongyue, I know what you're doing right now. I won't stop you."

Chongyue smiled, not giving his increasingly eccentric younger brother much face:

"You talk as if you can stop me."

Wang hesitated for a moment, his lips twitched, he wanted to argue, but couldn't bring himself to speak.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

He certainly doesn't have the guts to directly cause trouble for his older brother, at least not yet.

Then, the figure, seemingly broken even more, muttered for a while, changed its wording, and said fiercely:

"Chongyue, you need to let your other younger siblings leave. I won't cause you any trouble!"

"However, some people may not be willing to go with you, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're unwilling to help me. So, I hope you won't cause me any trouble!"

"What if I insist?" Chongyue asked.

Wang's voice faltered again, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, as if he were swallowing saliva or frantically trying to catch his breath.

I'm full of energy.

After a long pause, Wang Cai spoke again:

"Brother, you have to be reasonable. You can't place all your hopes on this foreign land! The suffering our younger siblings have endured, and the debt our sister owed us, can't just be left unresolved. If you won't seek justice, and your sister won't seek justice, then I will!"

"If you want to interfere, then interfere! You can go tell all your younger siblings about your plans and ask them to go to Shelag with you! I can't stop you, and I won't stop you!"

"but!"

He took a deep breath, his emotions reaching their peak, but his voice suddenly calmed down.

"However, I believe that there will always be younger siblings who want to do something before they leave."

"Even if there is no one, even if I am the only one, I will still do it."

Chongyue frowned, as if he had sensed something: "Wang, you..."

"Why say so much, Chongyue?" Wang interrupted Chongyue. "Those are my family!"

"As the ancient law of Yan states, brothers and sisters, parents and spouses are as close as hands and feet, bound by a single lineage. If one is harmed, a brother or sister who avenges the injury is virtuous. One who does not avenge the injury is unfilial. One who makes peace with his enemy is extremely wicked and should not be associated with!"

"I've made up my mind!"

It seemed that the point of collapse had finally been reached, or perhaps Wang no longer wanted to say anything more. The already fragmented figure turned into a cloud of black smoke after uttering the last sentence, and what fell to the ground was just a small chess piece.

Chongyue slowly lowered his raised hand, looked in the direction where Wang had disappeared, and picked up the chess piece that had rolled to his feet.

"I just want to say that you look remarkably human."

He sighed deeply and composed himself.

Wang's words were somewhat radical, but Chongyue had to admit that there was some merit to them.

But to make Yan pay the price? That's easier said than done. Yan is a nation, and while it may be holding back, its strength is no less than that of Victoria.

If Yan could truly be destroyed with a flick of his wrist, why has none of the Sui Beast's agents ever laid a hand on him in thousands of years? Even if everyone is truly that kind, why didn't you, the second brother, lift a finger when Jie Mei died?

It's a very simple principle. On the bright side, they were called upon at the wrong time and were unprepared. On the other hand, they simply couldn't win.

Thanks to their nominal father, Sui, the Yan Kingdom possesses an abundance of methods for dealing with giant beasts. However, these methods are costly and rarely used.

But to be honest, Chongyue couldn't just abandon his younger siblings. If the second son really tried to incite a backlash, Chongyue would definitely be the first to stop him.

He needs to find his younger siblings first and explain the pros and cons to them.

As for Shu, who is even more of a mother figure than him, Chongyue is not entirely helpless.

It's very simple, he can just help solve it, right?

Or rather, he may have no other choice, but that doesn't mean he can't call for backup.

Of course, it's not about calling people to kidnap people, it's about calling people to come up with ideas together.

Isn't it just about resolving obsessions and protecting Great Wilderness City? The threats to Great Wilderness City are nothing more than a few problems: demons, natural disasters, and himself. Natural disasters can be solved through mobile urbanization, and while he currently has no solution for demons, that doesn't mean [Sami] doesn't. He is Terra's frontline in the fight against demons!

What the emperor seeks is world peace. Isn't the World Summit that Ernst is currently convening an organization to maintain world peace?

As long as he can help Ernst, ensure the success of the All Nations Summit in Sherag, enable the Great Wilderness City to become a mobile city, and solve the problem of evil spirits, then it is self-evident what Shu, as the last threat to the Great Wilderness City, will do.

She will leave contentedly! ★wuqiliuliusansisier昭！ 樹裙：的放心的离开。

See, there's always a way.

Chongyue thought to himself, then raised his head and looked at Ling again:

"In short, Ling, the task of taking care of your younger siblings can only be entrusted to you. Before you leave, I have three things to tell you."

Chongyue held up three fingers and broke them off one by one:

"Drink less alcohol, drink less alcohol, drink less alcohol."

"I'm confiscating your wine gourd."

He brandished the gourd in his hand, which startled him. He reached for his waist, but the gourd had vanished.

"Big brother!"

"Alright, I'm leaving too."

Without giving Ling a chance to maneuver, Chongyue's figure also disappeared from the dream.

Ling stood there, pursing her lips, and for a moment, she felt a little aggrieved.

This is really something, it's making life unbearable for anyone!

However, she didn't dwell on it for too long:

"Never mind, I'll just buy another gourd."

"The important thing is poetry. When drunk, one is unaware that the sky is reflected in the water, and a boat full of sweet dreams presses down on the Milky Way. I wonder if Nian and Xi have asked for me."

Ling stroked his chin and closed his eyes with anticipation.

Sleeping in dreams, waking up outside of dreams.

The reclusive poet picked up his dragon-carved staff and descended the mountain with seemingly slow but actually fast steps.

Chapter 612 Is Our Moon Normal?

Kjerag, Matterhorn, Dome Research Station, evening.

Today marks the official start of the second phase of the Star-Picking Project – Operation Moon-Grabbing.

Having learned from the experience of the first "Star-Picking" mission, this time, the number of staff at the entire Dome Research Station was significantly reduced.

This is to prevent any potential evil influence from causing unnecessary harm to these precious scientific elites. They are all top talents in their respective fields, and the loss of even one of them would be incredibly painful.

After all, one of them broke last time.

Incidentally, the researcher who shattered and then pieced himself back together is now also at the Dome Research Station and participating in this project. From his appearance, it's almost impossible to tell he was ever broken; the corruption of the demons is truly incomprehensible. According to Kal'tsit, this researcher encountered a very rare collapse paradigm, which caused this collapse. Similar situations include becoming "invisible" or "completely black," etc. What happened to him was considered a very "harmless" one.

There's good news, and of course, there's bad news too.

Theoretically, this shouldn't affect his life. On the contrary, it would prove his exceptionally good luck. But the bad news is, Kal'tsit doesn't have a perfect cure for him either.

Ernst slapping him might have an effect, but Kal'tsit advised against it.

Special physical constitutions are indeed rare and have a high probability of being effective, but precisely because they are special, it is best to keep them a secret unless absolutely necessary.

If she takes action, whether she succeeds or fails, she'll face a host of problems. And what Kal'tsit fears most is, "What if something really happens?"

That would scare the cat to death!

Since it didn't really affect his life, and the researcher seemed quite pleased with himself for a while because of his "uniqueness," Ernst didn't insist anymore.

However, despite the reduced number of people, efficiency did not decrease at all. The contaminated Tower of Babel had already been "cleaned up" by the three special contamination response advisors—a position that sounded like an environmental protection officer—Elki, Typhon, and Kal'tsit. Ernst then "inspected" the interior again to ensure there were no problems before handing it over to Christensen.

Meanwhile, Christensen was not idle either. She carefully studied the machine that had been blessed by the gods Yeragand and Sami again, trying to discover the structure and characteristics of the special energy contained within it. And you know what? She actually found some samples.

It was a black hair that emitted a faint glow, stuck in the machine's wheel.

Christensen showed Ernst this achievement and declared that he would definitely be able to study the true nature of the behemoth's power through this strand of hair! And find a way to artificially mass-produce this kind of energy!

At that time, the nations of Terra will no longer need to worry about the threat of evil spirits if they want to carry out space programs. They can rely on this energy as a shield to freely break through the isolation layer and gaze at the real sky!

Ernst inquired with Kelsey about the likelihood of Kristen accomplishing this.

Kal'tsit's answer was a concise and powerful three words: "Impossible."

Her reasoning was also quite sound: "The sample size is too small. If the abilities of giant beasts could be so easily studied, interpreted, and replicated, this land would not be what you and I see today."

Ernst asked curiously, "What would it look like?"

Kal'tsit replied, "On the other side of this planet beneath our feet, across an endless ocean, lies a formidable chasm, a machine from prehistoric times, which still burns fiercely to this day."

Ernst didn't understand why Kal'tsit would suddenly say this. But Kal'tsit solemnly gave him a reminder:

"Think of Nasti's gravity defiance mechanism."

Ernst suddenly realized. (A search query follows: [Unintelligible text])

Yes, think about the gravity-defying mechanism. Nasti's primary purpose in developing it was undoubtedly to use it as a base for the floating city of Kazdelnia. But even so, the first reaction of the other nations upon acquiring this technology was still to use it for military purposes, just like airships.

In other words, the UN Security Council, an organization that restricts and blocks the distribution of this technology among the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, prevents its free flow and would immediately trigger a war across Terra.

If gravity can defy mechanisms in this way, then the power of a behemoth is even more formidable.

Ernst felt somewhat helpless. On one hand, he wanted to advance technology to promote Terra's development. On the other hand, he also had to ensure that technology didn't advance too much, leading to infighting and the destruction of Terra.

This balance is actually not so easy to control.

If he's not careful, the land beneath his feet will sink into the sea and burn eternally, just like the other side of the planet Kal'tsit spoke of.

However, this is a logical deduction made from the perspective of general rationality.

But Christensen is clearly not someone who can be reasoned about using normal logic.

Whether it's her personality, her thoughts, or her talent, Ernst found it difficult to make a straightforward "impossible" judgment about her.

So Ernst asked the great god Jeragund about the strand of hair.