Chapter 494 Spread
"I am Fang Xian, the President of the Federation. I am deeply saddened to tell all the people of the Federation a piece of unfortunate news..."
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Looking at the scenes in the three people's memories, Fang Xian fell silent.
He was indeed very familiar with the man named Fang Xian and that face. Although it was not his future face, it was the face in the interstellar world!
"When did I become the supreme ruler of the Federation ?"
"No... I was already dead at that time. My flesh and blood were sacrificed to the Giant Eye of the Sky. My true spirit was reincarnated, and nothing was left behind... Maybe he was impersonating me? I can't think of another god who could have such a bad taste and deliberately target me, except for the God of All Things..."
"But there is an even more terrifying possibility. Perhaps, He is pretending to be me. Or perhaps, He really replaced me in another timeline? It's unlikely... I have become Daluo, and my own timeline has completed a closed loop. Although there are some small flaws in this world, I will not be easily replaced..."
Fang Xian thought quickly: "Sure enough... the great disaster in this world is closely related to the God of All Things... He used the Dust Disease to destroy most of the living things and then reset the universe?"
"No... He doesn't have that kind of power. Rather, it is the spread of the Dust Disease that has caused the imbalance of cosmic power, and the activation ... which ultimately led to the destruction of the world..."
"And what is the purpose of the God of All Things?"
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Fang Xian thought about it and continued to look towards the dreamland.
Although dust sickness is horrible, a true God can easily solve it.
Dunjun knelt down and saw Smith and Vivian disappear.
They have completed their missions and returned to different countries.
This scene made him feel a little lost.
Then, another kind of mumbling was heard.
"ah!"
Dun Jun's eyes were bloodshot and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, almost as if they were about to explode.
He rolled on the ground, but he understood what the great god meant.
That disease, the plague called 'Dust', is spread through 'Content'!
Simply put, as long as someone hears the relevant description or sees the relevant information, it will cause infection!
This is a mental illness! It has the horrible property of spreading once it is known!
Although the epidemic in his body was cured, it was only suppressed by using a trace of the Great One's power.
To put it simply.
If Dunjun describes the information about "dust disease" to others, he himself will not be in any trouble, but it will definitely lead to the spread of dust disease.
'This seems like... an opportunity!'
"I have acquired a powerful weapon... a weapon that can easily overthrow the rule of the Upper City..."
A slightly crazy smile appeared on Dun Jun's face.
Although he seemed to be addicted to all kinds of enjoyment in the upper town, deep down in his heart, he never forgot that wish.
A plan to break the dominance of the upper city and make the lower city less terrible.
"It is feasible. Even prehistoric civilizations cannot resist dust disease, and neither can the Beyonders in the upper city... The natural blockade between the upper city and the lower city can create a certain degree of isolation... How could the upper class let the lower class know what disease they have?"
"This is an opportunity. Even if things get out of control, as long as we all believe in the immortal god, everything will be fine..."
Dun Jun didn't notice that his eyes became a little crazy.
Fang Xian looked at this scene, feeling somewhat ashamed: 'Is this... influenced by what I just said?'
Although he was just delivering some normal information, he was half crazy!
There is a element of madness hidden within reason.
Coupled with the Great One's status, even believers who merely listened to his voice would be tortured by pain, yet they never tire of doing so, as if they had awakened some strange habit.
In addition, if you listen to it too much, you may be affected by the hidden madness and become a little crazy and neurotic.
'Who in their right mind would think of using a weapon like this?'
"Besides, it's too crude... There's no way to guarantee that it won't spread or cause accidental injuries. If we're not careful, this civilization will be destroyed... I don't have much power to break the seal. I can save a few people, but I can't save tens of thousands..."
Fang Xian smiled: "But...what does it have to do with me?"
The destruction of the upper city area is indeed an opportunity for Dunjun, and it is an opportunity to break into the core area.
As for whether there would be any loopholes in the implementation of the plan, that was not something he should think about.
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Upper town.
Dun Jun returned to the world of feasting and revelry, disguised himself and came to a market for extraordinary people to trade.
This is the market where extraordinary people trade, and everyone hides their bodies.
He knew that although this place looked like a black market, it was actually still controlled by the council of the core area.
Everything in the entire Steam City is under the control of the Parliament.
Thinking this, he walked into a room.
"Guest...what do you need to sell or buy?"
A waiter in a tuxedo immediately came up to greet them.
"Selling a piece of information obtained from ruins exploration!"
Dun Jun spoke hoarsely under the mask: "Some of the truth about the destruction of prehistoric civilization..."
The corners of his mouth curled up, knowing that this place was also controlled by the core area, and those big guys would not even buy it, but directly read the information he provided.
The smile on Dunjun's lips deepened. He took out a pen and paper and wrote down the information about dust disease.
He had already learned how to write, and this time, he deliberately used his extraordinary ability to make his handwriting softer and more delicate.
"I'm consigning it here, and anyone who spends $100 can see it."
Dun Jun smiled slightly, and after he finished speaking, he left the house directly.
The seeds have been planted, and all that remains now is to wait for the plague to develop.
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Underground, core area.
A hand covered with rings of various precious stones gently stroked the seat.
He sits high on the throne, ruling the City of Steam and dominating everything here.
Even the extravagant life in the upper city was just a diversion for him.
He flipped through the documents with his slender and powerful hands, his eyes suddenly fixed with interest: "Prehistoric relics, part of the truth about the catastrophe?"
He thought about it, quickly wrote a note, put it into a long tube, opened the armrest of the seat, and found a pipe inside.
After the long tube was inserted into the passage, a series of machines started to operate immediately.
After being transported, the long tube arrived at a place underground, where huge differential engines and analysis engines were roaring, and mechanical arms were sorting out information one by one.
In a secret compartment somewhere, the message received today was sent to the conveyor belt, transported quickly through the pipe, and arrived on his desk.
Bang!
An iron box was opened, and new information emerged.
He grabbed the letter with enjoyment and began to read it in detail, his expression becoming puzzled: "Dust disease?"
