pjbooks Chapter 54 Tzeentch's Plan 2.0
Chapter 54 Tzeentch's Plan 2.0
"Should we make Xiaomeng... the principal?"
Old Xu asked haltingly.
This earned him a firm nod in response from Bevy.
"She's a student who couldn't even pass her middle school exams, and she's going to be a principal?"
"It's okay, that's not important! That's not what she teaches!"
Beiwei put down her chopsticks, stopped eating, and ran straight out the door.
"I'll explain the rest to you later..."
Only one sentence remained, echoing in the house of the person who made the wish.
Old Xu turned to look at Xu Yuan, his face showing a mixture of unspoken words and hesitation.
Open your hands to make a wish.
"Don't look at me, I don't know either."
Xu Yuan looked up through the window and saw the blood-red percentage hanging high in the sky.
77%
Although he didn't know what Beiwei was planning, he knew very well that Beiwei had always acted this way.
It's absolutely impossible to make baseless accusations!
The appointment of Xu Meng as principal may even be related to the apocalypse...
……
As night fell again.
Xu Yuan lay back down on his own bed.
Counting the time, it has been a full twenty-four hours since I last parted ways with the Four Gods. I wonder if the Four Gods have missed me.
Begin the prayer!
He skillfully manipulated his mental entity to enter the dream space.
The black sun descends.
This time, the black flames surrounding him expanded once more!
Within this space, the area has increased dramatically from 150 meters to nearly 300 meters!
The moment the four gods teleported over, they were scalded and let out a strange scream!
Fortunately, they reacted quickly and got out of the flames.
Only then did they see the black sun clearly.
The four gods looked extremely grim.
The flames have expanded again!
This means that the monster's strength is growing at a rate that they cannot comprehend!
Even from the very beginning, when the black flames could only envelop themselves, Xu Yuan was able to easily defeat them.
But at this moment, this direct, exponential growth brings with it a sense of desperate oppression.
Now, they're more focused on escaping the warp than on defeating the monster there...
Just before the wish was granted, the four gods gathered together to study the place where the spaceship had appeared and then left.
—This was thanks to Tzeentch's wisdom. He believed that since the spaceship could enter and leave the warp, there must be a weak point there!
Tzeentch has proposed a brand new plan [version 2.0] – if they can open a passage between the warp and the material universe, they can leave the warp!
Enter the material universe, and through a series of follow-up plans, use the power of faith to make this monster a god!
The monster's projection in the warp (the black sun) represents the limit of the power of faith he can withstand!
Once the power of faith exceeds this capacity limit, from the perspective of the rules, he must ascend to godhood and be forever bound in the subspace.
At that time, the offensive and defensive strategies will be reversed!
Good days are just around the corner, aren't they?
But no one expected that this monster would grow stronger so quickly!
Khorne looked up at the nearly 300-meter-tall black sun and couldn't help but have some doubts about Tzeentch's plan [2.0].
He turned and gave Tzeentch a look that conveyed only one meaning:
Will they win?
Tzeentch: ...
To be honest, seeing the flames around this black sun expanding so rapidly, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
But right now...
There's really no other way.
He could only return Khorne's gaze:
We will win!
Khorne understood the situation perfectly, and immediately steeled his resolve.
"Battle! Awesome!"
He picked up the axe and jumped up to chop at Xu Yuan's forehead.
Tzeentch: ...
I fucking said the plan will win, not that you can beat him! You idiot!
……
Just as Xu Yuan was praying fervently to the Four Gods in his dream space.
In the study of the Bei family villa.
Bevy opened the top-secret channel once again.
To be honest, given how frequently the top-secret channel is used now, she feels it's no different from a regular online meeting...
"...In conclusion, my core proposal is: to establish a special school to systematically select and train students, with the goal of establishing a highly unified 'faith' in them regarding making wishes, in order to mass-produce the 'divine descent' channel..."
Bevy held her breath and forced herself to come up with a plan that seemed too "unorthodox" to her, awaiting the expected questions and rebuttals.
However, the channel fell silent, and then green lights, representing approval, lit up one after another.
It passed unanimously without any objections.
Bevy was momentarily dazed.
She was caught up in the situation and hadn't fully realized that after wishing to display that godlike power in North America, her status as the sole "divine descent" conduit had already transcended that of a god.
In some assessments, she is already a true "gods' agent"!
after all.
There is no true God in the Vatican, but there is a true God in the Great Xia...
Moreover, this god can also bestow his power upon others to fight against the apocalypse.
This is what you call a real special case handled specially.
"I also agree with Comrade Beiwei's proposal," Zhao Guoqiang added, "but I suggest we also occupy the high ground in public opinion so that the whole of Great Xia knows about Comrade Xuyuan."
Bevy: ...
Why do I feel like you're the one who's a fanatical believer in making wishes?
In truth, Zhao Guoqiang had his own bitter experience to share.
He has been infected by the god of war, and is experiencing the pain of infection both physically and mentally.
In just one afternoon, his body had already begun to mutate.
The skin on his back began to turn red, and his power gradually surpassed human capabilities—indicating that his infection had deepened.
According to the team doctor's assessment, his body would likely be completely mutated within three days, and his mind would naturally be infected as well.
That is why he understands more deeply than anyone else that a firm "faith" in making a wish can indeed, to some extent, block out the whispers of the all-pervasive evil god!
Infection is irreversible, but what if we could isolate the infection from the very beginning?
……
The meeting went far better than Bevy had imagined.
However, the establishment of the school and the list of the first batch of students will require a certain amount of time for preparation and screening.
After all, the power Bevy displayed has surpassed the limits of human capabilities, especially that black flame, whose terrifying annihilation properties can even render firearms completely ineffective.
Once someone with this power creates chaos, the damage they cause far exceeds that of other infected beings!
Of course, after the meeting, Great Xia, which had remained silent until then, finally issued a statement in response to the United States' accusations of injustice.
Although the words were relatively polite, the underlying meaning was ruthless in trampling on the dignity of the United States.
—【This whole thing started with the US sending the CIA to attack Xu Yuan's family. They acted in self-defense, so scattering their ashes is perfectly justified. When you're in this business, if you're going to get hit, stand up straight. If you can fight, try to keep quiet.】
This announcement was only so polite because the end of the world was approaching.
If it weren't for the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, most of our energy would have been focused on the implementation of groundbreaking technologies...
Who among the respectable people issues announcements?
Can an announcement truly reflect one's true feelings?
Any scores to settle can wait until after the apocalypse, provided you can actually survive it...
at the same time.
hawaii.
Just after a certain blond-haired president finished his "Make America Great Again" speech, he saw the announcement issued by the Great Xia government.
With nowhere to vent his anger, he kicked the newly recruited chief of staff.
"Bang!"
Go to war?
He certainly wouldn't dare; he knew his own situation best—more than a third of the aircraft carrier was still in the shipyard awaiting repairs…
Are we just going to swallow this insult?
Tomorrow, Wall Street will be filled with wailing and people jumping off buildings, and the stock of your own company will plummet!
But we must take action, and that means seizing the high ground in public opinion!
"Contact NGOs and foundations, have them find those colonists; the money isn't for nothing..."