Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 166 - 155 [Yog Sotos]

Chapter 166: Chapter 155 [Yog Sotos]

At 6:30 p.m. in the East Eighth Zone, people around the world who were following the event received startling news: the Red Fog around the world was dissipating!

The end of the world, growing ever closer, had already caused casualties in the six-figure range, bringing countless troubles to governments everywhere. The "Blood Demon Catastrophe," which was nearly impossible to conceal, was finally resolved at the last moment.

This colossal entity had sunk back into the Etheric Abyss.

"The original Red Fog Zone is rapidly clearing."

"Thank goodness!"

"God... God bless!"

"Buddha bless!"

It was a mad joy, born of surviving a calamity. Whether affected or not yet affected, everyone was relieved.

In the past few decades, the technological level and productivity of the Human World had seen tremendous development.

Yet there were still many taboos that one must not touch lightly. The string of impacts brought by the Blood Demon incident was still fermenting.

On the opposite side of the planet, in the West Fifth Zone, it was precisely 6:30 a.m.

A corner of the sun had risen, and the West Fifth Zone, as a capitalist Heaven, was one of the areas more severely afflicted by the Blood Demon catastrophe.

The director of the Mysterious Bureau, Roger, had stayed up all night dealing with a pile of matters and was on the verge of dozing off.

Upon hearing the report, he suddenly woke up: "What, is this information reliable?"

"Reliable, the news is coming in from all over the world," his assistant exclaimed loudly with emotion,

"Just as the visions sent by the Gaia consciousness predicted, by dealing with that tree, we’ve removed the principal anchorage of the Blood Demon."

"The exploration team was a success!"

"Quick, inform everyone else, call an emergency meeting."

Within 10 minutes, the meeting room was filled to the brim.

Even the leaders of some other small organizations were attending this meeting.

Roger cleared his throat: "Ladies and gentlemen, it has been confirmed, the news is true."

"Our human-sent joint exploration team has indeed thrown that tree into the deeper layers of the Etheric Abyss."

"The Red Fog brought by the Blood Demon is disappearing. The current damage is completely within the human capacity to endure."

The hall erupted with enthusiastic applause.

Originally, that tree was the main support that helped the Demon God float upwards, but now, having been teleported to the deeper layer, it became an anchor of idealistic gravity, transforming into a burden instead. Such a strong anchorage would take some time to sever.

Thinking of this, many let out a schadenfreude-infused laugh.

Roger waved his hand seriously, not letting victory cloud his judgment: "Moving forward, we’ll continue to clear away the anchors related to the Blood Demon. We can’t let it float up again."

"The Saint from the East had put in place a series of deployments forty years ago. It took decades to strengthen the anchorage, making this task relatively simple."

"But we won’t be so lucky next time. We can’t expect a Saint to appear every time and resolve all problems in advance."

The sound of applause and discussion suddenly faded, as that was the "Saint," remembered by the Gaia consciousness, a very rare figure throughout human history.

This time’s luck was indeed good.

"The Blood Demon hasn’t perished but has sunk. It may still resurface."

"The best course of action is to eliminate it while it’s budding, not letting it continue to rise. So, the work ahead is arduous and long."

"Humanitarian aid operations in the Red Fog Zone also urgently need to be carried out."

"The first batch of medical teams and rescue materials has already departed and will be delivered to the disaster areas by plane within three hours."

The five major powers this time were determined to cooperate, working together to clear the remnants of the Blood Demon anchors, naturally applying immense pressure on other smaller nations.

Capital that sought to exploit the Blood Demon’s power for longevity research projects would be thoroughly dismantled.

People deeply influenced by the Blood Demon, whether nobility or World Level tycoons, would be executed by force.

A storm of blood and violence was inevitable.

Of course, where there is light, there is darkness; corruption and decadence are eternal. Who knows how long such high-pressure policies can last. Perhaps one day, the Blood Demon may rise again...

Anyway, the upcoming high-pressure policies could at least last for two or three years.

"Sir, how should we release the news about this? The public has a lot of speculation," asked a tycoon who controlled a large portion of the media.

"Blame it on earthquakes, tsunamis, and other natural disasters. If there’s no earthquake, have the military detonate a Hydrogen Bomb to create one. This new earthquake won’t cause any casualties."

"Also, fabricate a scandal involving a female celebrity to overshadow the heat. That should be fine, right?"

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

The government here certainly didn’t lack the ability to turn a funeral into a celebration. The government didn’t want the public to be aware of the existence of supernatural events; it was a matter concerning the anchoring of belief in "God."

After so many years of secularization reform, most people were nominal believers rather than fanatics, leading their lives ideally as mere mortals. If supernatural phenomena were publicly disclosed on a large scale, the anchoring of faith in "God" might be strengthened, and uncontrollable changes could then occur.

Roger let out a sigh of relief after announcing the end of the meeting. With his tense spirit relaxed, he couldn’t help but think of getting a good night’s sleep.

The young assistant took small steps forward and said, "Director, the Black-clothed Guard has sent a message, inviting us to the canonization ceremony at Taishan."

"Do you have time to go?"

"Taishan?"

"Yes, they wish to honor the two Saints who made outstanding contributions. After all, the impact of this incident is too significant, it has the attention of the entire world; it doesn’t seem right for us not to attend. Moreover, it seems they are planning something else."

"We must attend this event," Roger nodded. "The Black-clothed Guard is quite clever; this crisis cost them virtually nothing, yet they have gained two more Saints in their history."

"Their feats are so great that whenever the Blood Demon is mentioned, one can’t help but recall those two. And it’s impossible to skip over the history of the Blood Demon during training."

Saints remembered by history relate to the fortune of their civilization.

A civilization with a long lineage and strong fortune is very hard to bring to complete ruin. Even if it falls to rock bottom, heroes often emerge as the backbone of the nation.

Conversely, to bring down a civilization, it is most vital to alter its history, deny its culture, and topple its backbone, eliminating the chance for heroes to be born.

These two Saints may not be known by the ordinary people, but within the supernatural circle, they are already renowned far and wide.

Many were experiencing Gaia’s consciousness and its visions for the first time and held unwavering belief in it.

Of course, if one stepped out of the confines of nations and viewed it from the perspective of all humanity, the more Saints, the better.

Thus, the Mysterious Bureau wouldn’t purposely antagonize. Humans may have internal conflicts, but there is a consensus not to fight indiscriminately without limits.

"What about the investigation results on the mysterious third-party Demon God?"

"It’s difficult to investigate," the advisor answered. "The other party is highly secretive with scant information and is suspected of being able to manipulate the timeline."

"Our human Divination ability cannot obtain much information."

"We only know that ’it’ is much more powerful than the Blood Demon... no, excessively more so."

"A Demon God on the timeline?" Roger furrowed his brow.

The variables in the timeline were too many, and those capable of altering destiny to some extent were unimaginable giants.

They can also be recognized as lifeforms from higher dimensions. Time is just another dimension for them.

"It can be surmised that the Demon God has anchored a segment of human history in Gaia’s consciousness."

"However... it probably has less hostility towards humans."

Roger was startled. A Demon God with less hostility towards humans?

"The Black-clothed Guard must know something, but they haven’t disclosed it. I even suspect that their proactive involvement in the ’Blood Demon’ incident is because of this unknown third-party Demon God."

"The miraculous emergence of this Saint might also be the work of the third-party Demon God."

Roger pondered for a moment. Regardless of what the third-party Demon God was, the existence of the Saint could not be denied.

Take the Saint "Jesus", for example, who had an inexplicable relationship with "God." Whether controlled or used by "God" was beside the point. Even Gaia’s consciousness recognized Jesus’ achievements, so there was no need for further questioning.

Whether Prometheus, who defied Zeus, is real or not is unknown, but he has already been described as a myth.

Humans and Demon Gods inevitably maintain a relationship of mutual gaming and usage.

"Director, shall we inquire with ’Yog Sotos’?" the assistant asked again.

Roger’s brow creased slightly.

’Yog Sotos’, an all-knowing, omnipotent being, similar to a Laplace Demon.

Humans could exchange knowledge for their own "reason," but more often they were stripped of their reason due to its influences, becoming its sacrifices, and ending up fools.

Depending on the difficulty of the question, the chances of a successful inquiry decreased.

For superficial questions related to Demon Gods, the success rate might only be one percent.

That is, an average of one hundred people would go mad to ask a very simple question—if the question is "very simple."

For more difficult questions, the probability could drop to one-tenth of one percent, one-thousandth of a percent, or even one in a billion...

This is... the cost!

"Forget it, let’s not ask for now."

Roger shook his head: "Regarding the Demon God’s information, it’s better to directly offer some chips and purchase some information from the Black-clothed Guard. Aren’t they holding a global conference for the sake of gaining some advantages?"

"Such colossal entities, they can’t keep secret for long, nor can they monopolize!"

"Arrange a private jet; we will go to Great Xia Country tomorrow..."

"Taishan, huh..."

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