I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 65 The City in the Puddles

"Ding Qilang, you can't keep losing control like this. We will intervene if public opinion gets out of control, but your avoidance will be interpreted by the audience as cowardice and guilt."

Captain England turned around and saw that Ms. J had been standing behind him at some point.

"I've had enough. Why am I selling courses via livestream?" the English captain muttered. "The resources I get are completely unequal to those at Johnston... Why? Is it because of my skin color?"

"The foundation only cares about the data. You're not good enough, that's all."

Ms. J gave a look to the staff member next to her, who carefully stepped forward and began to clean up the live broadcast equipment that the British captain had damaged.

Ms. J walked to the slightly trembling English captain and gently supported his shoulder:

"If you can't even handle this much public opinion, you'll never achieve anything great..."

"I want to achieve something!" Captain England growled. "Fook! You guys gave Johnston a Hollywood superhero script! And all I get to do is criticize you for making a film with 'Utopia'!"

"Do you really want to achieve something?" Ms. J's lips curled slightly.

"Of course I fucking want to!"

The English captain suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a sinister blue light.

"Tell me what to do..."

He wanted revenge, he wanted to kill those scum who were blocking his path to advancement, especially those scum from the Bureau of Investigation.

And that's exactly what Ms. J wanted him to think.

She also wanted to take revenge on those scumbags from the FBI, but the foundation's decision was to "maintain relations" with the FBI while simultaneously promoting Captain Britain as the main figure.

Now, Ms. J has finally found her opportunity.

"Listen to me, the Bureau of Investigation will be in action soon," Ms. J whispered in Captain England's ear. "All you have to do is expose their despicable acts..."

"You are the true hero..."

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Inside the B4 basement laboratory of the Investigation Bureau, Lin Chen watched Professor Jürgen repeatedly fiddling with the instruments, his mind wandering.

The professor was processing a deep blue crystal with an instrument that Lin Chen couldn't comprehend. Laser beams were etched across the crystal's surface, creating mysterious patterns.

More than technology, the manufacturing process of the "Whale Bomb" is like magic.

As the instrument was working, Professor Jürgen turned around and looked at Lin Chen, who was deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" the professor asked with a gentle smile.

"I've been thinking about the recent case," Lin Chen said softly. "The fact that the Foundation has mastered the means to pull the real world into the subspace makes me feel...terrified."

Subspace disasters are the most terrifying natural disasters in the world. Many extremely destructive natural disasters in history are actually the aftermath of subspace disasters.

For example, Hurricane Katrina in 05. At that time, the United States was not the superpower it is today, and it had not yet integrated the entire Americas.

This level of natural disaster has actually become a controllable beast.

Demigods, natural disasters—just how ambitious is the Foundation that wields these immense powers?

"..."

Professor Jürgen smiled faintly and adjusted his glasses.

"In fact, manipulating the subspace is not difficult; anyone can do it if they are willing to spend the time."

"Huh?" Lin Chen snapped out of his daze. "Really?"

"If you're curious, I can chat with you about it," Professor Jürgen said softly.

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

Seeing Lin Chen's eyes brimming with thirst for knowledge, Professor Jürgen chuckled and explained:

"You should already know to some extent that the essence of the warp ruins is that the blue matter devoured the matter of the real world and then reproduced that matter in the warp in a distorted form."

"The bizarre and fantastical scene of ruins you see is because it is an imitation of the real world by the blue substance."

"If we compare the erosion of the subspace to a rain, then the ruins are the puddles left on the ground after the rain."

"Those puddles hold the reflection of our world, a distorted, unreal reflection, a..."

"City of Mirages"

Upon hearing this familiar word, a glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes, but he showed no sign of anything amiss.

Professor Jürgen glanced at the instrument sculpting the "whale-like cry," picked up the thermos, and twisted open the lid:

"The birth of most warp ruins is strongly associated with a warp phenomenon called 'hurricane'."

"This 'hurricane' ravaged the depths of the subspace, like a volcanic eruption in the deep ocean. The resulting dimensional curvature fluctuations rose into the real world, just like the rising tide. It submerged reality and caused erosion."

"The movement of subspace hurricanes is traceable."

"There are clues to follow?" Lin Chen found it strange.

Professor Jürgen nodded, took a sip of water, and continued:

"Hurricanes follow the emotions of people."

"Huh?" Lin Chen was surprised.

Does this mean that mere human emotional fluctuations can cause subspace erosion?

"Incredible, isn't it?" Professor Jürgen chuckled. "Mainstream research suggests that human emotions in the real world are projected into the subspace, forming a kind of sedimentation phenomenon."

"Whatever emotions are deposited, there will be corresponding entities and rules within the subspace ruins."

"Think about the ruins you've experienced before, and it should be easy to understand."

That's easy to understand... Lin Chen nodded.

The incident at the school caused students to fear being placed on probation, which led to the creation of the "blackboard head" (a derogatory term for someone who sticks their head on the blackboard).

The archive bunker also gave birth to Lin Chen's good brother, the "archivist".

Thinking about it this way, if the firing range needs maintenance one day and Li Zhanyi can't fire his gun and cries in frustration, wouldn't that attract subspace erosion on the spot?

Gamma-level entity: A girl who longs to fire a gun.

Ability: Smoke the smoke and then stand inside to break through.

Professor Jürgen smiled faintly as he looked at Lin Chen, who was deep in thought.

"Emotional buildup within the warp can attract hurricanes. When the hurricanes arrive, the warp rises into reality, causing erosion."

"This is why subspace erosion often occurs in areas where human emotions are intense, such as schools, battlefields, and companies."

"However, this kind of deposition usually takes a long time to attract the fluctuations of a hurricane. This is why cemeteries have been haunted since ancient times, because that area has witnessed too many human emotions, so it is easy to cause repeated erosion and give birth to physical entities."

Professor Jürgen's words broadened Lin Chen's understanding.

He truly hadn't expected that warp erosion would be related to human emotions.

Humans, so small, are able to so effectively manipulate the forces of nature.

But thinking about it, it does make sense. Lin Chen had heard of a case before: a group of workers demanded their wages and surrounded the boss's villa for three days and three nights. As a result, the boss's villa suddenly experienced subspace erosion, and the boss died inside.

At the time, people online said it was divine retribution, but I never expected there was a scientific principle behind it.

"Now you understand why I said earlier that manipulating the warp is actually very simple, right? Because as long as you can manipulate human emotions, it's equivalent to indirectly manipulating the warp's invasion."

"For example, if high pressure and fear are continuously created in a region, then it is only a matter of time before that region is eroded by the subspace."

"Do you remember the school case you were involved in? The kids at that school were under a lot of pressure, so that area was a typical high-risk zone. The Bureau of Investigation had been monitoring it, which is why they reacted so quickly when the incident happened."

"As long as the dimensional stability anchors are deployed quickly enough, the eroded space will not actually fall into the subspace, or at least not entirely."

"Wait a minute," Lin Chen realized something, "What about before the invention of the dimensional anchor? Those haunted cemeteries have people crying at their graves every day, and some cemeteries can exist for hundreds of years. Theoretically, they should have been repeatedly eroded, so why didn't they fall into the subspace?"

"Well..."

Professor Jürgen stroked the gray stubble on his chin and chuckled softly.

"Where yin energy gathers, there are naturally celestial beings protecting the deceased. If there's no dimensional stability anchor, surely there are dimensional stability talismans, incense, and offerings? Historical records show that some powerful exorcist priests wielded anti-gamma-level solid peach wood swords..."

Lin Chen:......

Next time we go to the Warp Space Ruins, should we bring two Taoist priests with us?

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