I am the magnetic field maniac

Anyway, it's just a change of structure, everything is just a trial and experiment...

"call……"

Bai Wujie sighed softly and exhaled white smoke that rolled over the bathtub. A white figure swam by like a mermaid, poked its head out of the water, and nestled in Bai Wujie's arms.

It is the nominal leader of this country - the Holy Son of Heaven.

"Have you figured out how to deal with those people?"

The Holy Son of Heaven nestled in Bai Wujie's arms, asking the man who had taken everything from her and given her everything in a coquettish manner:

"What do you want to do?" Bai Wujie put his arm around Saint Emperor's shoulders and looked at her blue eyes with interest.

The Holy Emperor was silent for a while. To be honest, perhaps she should be grateful to the man in front of her, or perhaps she should hate the man in front of her.

He destroyed everything she was familiar with, and wiped out the government and justice founded by her grandfather. But he gave her power, not only that, but also a power she could not imagine... For the man in front of her, it was small and fragile, but it was enough to make her feel at ease.

Those who were waving flags and shouting in front of the Blue Dream Tower, calling for respecting the emperor and punishing the traitors, had no idea that the power in the hands of the Holy Emperor at this time was far more free and vast than before.

The Dream Creation Beast Corps allowed her to be deployed at will, and the Yafei Corps regarded her as the main manager of the first level. Her power status was actually even "equal" to that of Bai Wujie.

But she actually knew that she and even everyone in this country would never be able to be equal to Bai Wujie.

Even if he does not exercise his power and does not care about worldly affairs all day long, he is still the one with the most "power".

The Holy Emperor knew that she couldn't hide her thoughts from the man in front of her, so she simply said it out loud...

"Just... follow that plan."

The Holy Emperor had a complicated expression. On the one hand, he felt a little reluctant, and on the other hand, it was also an expression of exhaustion of patience.

The people are stupid, so tolerating the people is a virtue of the rulers - but tolerance and indulgence will inevitably expand the scope of stupidity, thereby creating more confrontation.

The Holy Emperor did not deny that another reason for doing so was to consider everything from Bai Wujie's perspective.

How would this leader, who wants to implement the shocking "Blue Dream Creation Plan", view such a group of people?

Stupid? Ridiculous? An eyesore? All of these, probably. Bai Wujie might not be angry at the performance of these ridiculous clowns, but that doesn't mean he won't punish them.

The law is the bottom line of morality and a tool to maintain the system. It has nothing to do with justice and kindness, and the same is true for punishment, from detention to death penalty and even torture, which is meant to deter future generations from repeating the same mistakes.

As for human rights... for Bai Wujie, does he really care? Or does anyone else really care about such an illusory thing as "human rights"?

"Haha, if those people who worship you knew that such a cruel order was issued by you, I wonder what they would think."

Bai Wujie laughed wildly and hugged Saint Tianzi, with such force that he seemed to want to squeeze her into his arms...

"But no matter what, the performance will continue until the Blue Dream Creation Program is completed. Clowns, there will be no shortage of opportunities for me to perform!"

There was no answer, only the gurgling sound of bubbles.

28. Blue's Cruel Reign

"Boss, a bowl of soy sauce pork bone ramen, a little harder and with a lighter soup."

In Tokyo city, not far from the Tendo Security Company, Rentaro, who was still seriously injured, ordered two bowls of ramen.

Amid the rising heat and aroma of the noodle soup, his serious and silent expression seemed to finally relax as he gently stirred the soup with chopsticks.

He picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it into his mouth. The taste was still the same, the taste of cheap MSG and industrially made noodles.

“It hasn’t changed as much as I thought it would.”

The pale Rentaro looked at the familiar streets and shops, then at the Blue Dream Tower and the towering statues in the distance, and said softly...

After sleeping for three months, when he woke up, he learned that the country and the regime had been changed and overthrown while he was in a coma. He thought that everything had changed drastically... But when he returned to his original home, he found that everything seemed not to have changed that much.

"Isn't this Satomi? Long time no see! Is your injury finally healed?"

When the noodle shop owner brought two bowls of ramen to the table, he saw Rentaro and said with surprise...

"Where's that little girl who always follows you? I haven't seen her in a while."

"Enju is not here for the time being." Rentaro's expression froze as he picked up the noodles, then he smiled reluctantly...

"But you, Boss. I haven't seen you for three months, but you still haven't made any progress."

"What can I, a noodle shop owner, change?" The boss crossed his arms and saw that there were no other customers in the noodle shop, so he just started chatting with Rentaro...

"That Blue Dream Company took down the government and ruled Tokyo? What does it have to do with me? Business is still going on as usual. It's not like the employees of those companies don't pay for their food. It's just that online payment has become popular and I'm not used to it. Everyone should still live their lives as usual. Does it really matter to us who is the leader?"

At first glance, it might seem strange that Tokyo suddenly changes from an everyday comic style to a cyberpunk one...but in fact, according to the technology of this era, this is just a normal thing.

In this ridiculous doomsday, even though humans have lost 90% of their land, they still have nuclear fusion power stations, highly productive factories, electromagnetic weapons, mature nano-human transformation technology, and prosthetic transformation and brain chips also exist.

It's just that in the past, because of the existence of the government, major companies were firmly suppressed, and productivity was forced to shift to mass production of weapons...

These "high-tech" areas are just not reflected in the direction of people's livelihood.

Although we have super-realistic technology, we live as if it were the early twentieth century.

The Blue Dream Company took over all of Tokyo's defense work, and there was no government suppression...

The major companies supported by Bai Wujie immediately began their instinctive expansion and development in the shortest time.

Part of the old military industry was dismantled and renovated to meet the production line requirements of Lanmeng Company...

The remaining production lines and industries began to expand towards people's livelihood when all government restrictions were lifted.

The technological products that exploded in a short period of time were all transferred from military use to people's livelihood...

Relatively mature technological products instantly made Tokyo's originally declining market prosperous again.

The expanded businesses and rebuilt cities also took in those displaced by the war, allowing the once vicious economy to start flowing again.

Tokyo is now very similar to Osaka. Both are controlled by companies and have a bustling scene like a city that never sleeps.

Of course, even though both cities have a "punk" style, there are fundamental differences between the two cities.

But without a doubt, the biggest difference is that there really is a "God" in the sky of Tokyo...

Rentaro quickly finished all the noodles, and the boss's chattering didn't seem to stop.

He complained about the government, the society, and why the cursed children were superior to them. He seemed like a cynical person, but Rentaro knew that his complaints were precisely a reflection of his current carefree life.

Even if the cursed child who was once at the bottom of society is now superior to others, what does it matter?

The vast majority of people in this society will not have the chance to be "bullied" by the cursed child... Even if occupational discrimination or even racial discrimination will inevitably appear in the future... that is just an unchanging problem of human beings.

At least here there is order, law and rules. The iron bird flying in the sky brings safety and rules.

Even if these people never understand that Bai Wujie will not allow any rules and laws to transcend anyone other than himself...

But they will only complain superficially and vent their frustration by drinking...

But that's all. The gradually improving life will make them forget the so-called "humiliation" brought by Bai Wujie.

Of course, there is no chance that such a gradually improving daily life will remain unchanged forever.

The day to cleanse the earth will eventually come, and everything in society will eventually be cleansed and reset in Bai Wujie's hands.

"Thanks for the hospitality."

Rentaro didn't say anything or ask anything. He knew enough at the moment. He put down the banknotes in his hand. The banknotes in circulation of the old government could be exchanged for the new currency now.

After leaving the noodle shop, when the rising steam and the aroma of the noodle soup faded away, the cold wind and the faint stench of garbage from the street corner drifted over.

It was as if Rentaro was suddenly back in the cold reality.

"Well, what are you going to do?"

At some point, Tendo Kimura appeared behind him and whispered. The girl clenched the weapon in her hand. At this moment, Rentaro was everything to her... No matter what he said or did, she would go back and do it.

"Everything here is so beautiful, but... it's just a false illusion of prosperity."

Rentaro stared at the bustling street and the neon lights that never sleep. He was silent for a while and whispered...

The beauty and prosperity of Tokyo in the doomsday are unquestionable, and the contributions and abilities of Bai Wujie and Lanmeng Company in saving the city from destruction and rebuilding it to a higher level of prosperity and civilization are unquestionable.

But Rentaro is not one of those ordinary people who live an ordinary life.

He knew too much. He knew the nature of Blue Dream Company and everything they hoped to plan.

He also knew that the prosperity and greatness here were just a momentary thought of the man standing on the top of the Blue Dream Tower.

If he wanted, all the happiness and beauty of the people would be destroyed in an instant, just like the "Blue Dream Creation Plan"... If it were really implemented, I believe that everything that exists now would be destroyed and reshuffled.

Rentaro believes that absolute power will only breed absolute corruption... It is too terrifying and too dangerous to rely on one person's "ideas" for the safety of the country or even the world.

Of course, this alone is not the premise for Rentaro to "revolt". What he cannot accept is the "blue dream" that the Blue Dream Company expects...

"Cleanse this land that has been polluted by the gastrula creatures and human stupidity. Wash everything with the fire of heaven. Destroy all those things that are imperfect and against Lan's dream, and then rebuild a perfect world."

Rentaro murmured, and then laughed in a low voice...

"Just like a third-rate villain from an old movie, isn't it?"

Why should this world be cleansed by a group of self-righteous people... Even if those gastrula creatures should indeed be eliminated, should other lives living in the wilderness and those who are unwilling to submit to Bai Wujie also die?

Even if he puts on the appearance of rebuilding a perfect world, he cannot hide the core of genocide. In Rentaro's opinion, Shiromukai is more terrifying than any tyrant in the world... because he really regards himself as a "god".

So no matter how the city created by Lan Meng was, and how wonderful the life they brought to the cursed children was, it could not cover up the extremely cruel practices at their core.

To put it in a more arrogant way, Rentaro is going to "fight" for the future and happiness of the majority of people.

Tendou Kigen stepped forward and gently held Rentaro's cold hand. He closed his eyes slightly and said sadly...

"Not only that, Kisara, I don't just have such a big disagreement with Blue Dream Company, I also have my own private hatred against them."

"Yeonju, Uncle Hiruko, and myself... It's not that I chose to be their enemy, but I was the one they wanted to get rid of. In fact, how could I have made a choice?"

Although Rentaro didn't know why Blue Dream Company didn't issue a wanted notice for him...

But he clearly understood that the secrets and everything he knew would one day become his death warrant.

How could he have the qualifications to choose to be hostile to Lanmeng Company?

They were already enemies, and he had to defeat Blue Dream Company... for Yeonju and Uncle Hiruko, and for himself...

Not having the qualifications doesn’t mean you have to just lie down and accept it, because if you don’t resist you will die, and if you don’t fight you will die!

"No matter what you choose, I will stand by your side." Tendoki held Rentaro's arm tighter, and said firmly but helplessly...

She had no reason to be an enemy of Lan Meng, but she only had Rentaro in this world. This was the only reason and everything she had.

Rentaro stared into Kisara's eyes. Under the ambiguous neon light of the huge billboard, the atmosphere between the two gradually heated up. Their heads moved closer to each other, and just before they were about to kiss -

The ambiguous neon lights disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, the images originally projected on countless high-rise buildings suddenly changed into the same picture.

Looking at that scene, Rentaro's expression changed slightly...

"We must resolutely fight against this tyranny. As long as we keep working hard, the road will be extended!"

“We want our friends at home and abroad to see our efforts… to see that we still have the will to resist, and to see our courage – now, shout with me!”

"The traitors of the country will be punished by heaven!"

Yamanaka Inji, holding a large microphone, led the marching crowd in the busy streets, shouting at the top of his lungs, and as he shouted, the crowd following behind him also shouted the same slogans!

"The Eightfold Sphere, Heaven will punish the traitors!!"

"Blue Dream Company, get out of Tokyo!!"

Speaking arrogantly, it can be said that it is a mindless declaration...

Especially for a terrorist force that had demonstrated not long ago that it could almost destroy Japan with ease.

But stupidity is never something that requires reason or logic. Stupidity is stupidity. There is no reason and no need for reason.

The parade team holding up signs came to the towering Blue Dream Tower, and in front of the projection device that projected the huge blue whale, they surrounded the entrance of the Blue Dream Tower.

There were unexpectedly many people coming this time. In six days, they had pulled up everyone they could and brought over everyone who was willing to follow them. At this moment, there were probably 10,000 or even 9,000 people in the back of the team in front of the Blue Dream Tower.

It is obvious that after six days of marching, this team is no longer satisfied with just walking around holding signs.

They want to do more.

"Warning, citizens, you have entered the area of ​​​​Lanmeng Company without a visit permit. Please leave within one minute, otherwise you will be considered to have violated the Public Security Regulation Management Act."

The next moment, dozens of miniature Avian drones patrolled from the air and landed in front of them, issuing warning sounds...

"Get out of here, you piece of junk!"

"What dare you do to us?!"

However, the demonstrators had already raised all kinds of homemade weapons in their hands, and even some munitions that they got from nowhere, and they actually shot down these miniature Afy robots directly.