Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1056 - 925: The True Enemy_2

Chapter 1056: Chapter 925: The True Enemy_2

By then, the war would naturally be won without a fight.

As for Song Lan’s strategic thoughts, the upper world had a unanimous opinion—they were complete nonsense.

But Song Lan wasn’t angry; he always found plenty of ways to entertain himself.

He organized cricket fighting competitions, frequently wandered to the "lower world" for fun, and, with too much free time on his hands, he occasionally answered the prayers of some zealous believers.

Indeed, during that period, to prevent the widespread dissemination of his ideas among the believers, the church described his words in its scriptures as the Devil’s whisper, and those who heeded this whisper were seen as embodying impurity and apostasy.

Since Dumb Bird often slipped into her garden to nap, observing its habits gradually became one of Lu Xiang’s interests. However, it was precisely for this reason that she detected an unusual aura.

"From what I’ve observed, the mechanism of fate resembles a hidden ruler."

"A ruler?"

"It selects a civilization and uses prophecy to guide it towards a unified future."

On this basis, the Mechanical Cult and artificial intelligence, moving parallel to the Church, became their mortal enemies, leading Lu Xiang to suspect that they had a role in the outbreak of the Third War.

According to the future displayed by fate, the seeds of the Spiritual Energy civilization would defeat all enemies in its path, transforming the United Government and indeed the entire world into one where Spiritual Energy is the sole totem.

"...But isn’t that a good thing for us?"

"We’re not the only ones it has chosen. Civilizations chosen before us ended up declining for reasons unknown to us. Once it begins to spread its influence over us, in the end, we’ll all perish unknowingly, just like the ’crickets’."

The appearance of fate once led them to believe they had become masters of destiny, but in truth, it was quite the opposite; most in the upper world became slaves to the omens.

What the omens foretold would surely come to pass.

The accuracy of the omens is beyond doubt.

Those who question the omens are acting against everyone’s interests and are enemies of the entire upper world.

Such views were vocally expressed.

Looking back, those who were eager to destroy the mechanical believers were actually no different from the believers treated as entertainment.

"It was still him who made me realize this fact."

"Him? What did he say?"

"Nothingness" looked at Song Lan with surprise.

As usual, Song Lan was engrossed in his meal, disinterested in their discussion.

In his perception, Song Lan was the least likely person to become a thinker.

"He held the cricket fighting competition. That was actually hinting to us that our current situation isn’t much different from that of the ’crickets’ in the contest."

"A cricket fighting competition... Could it really have such an implication?"

"No, not at all."

Song Lan finally looked up, expressing his opinion on the matter for the first time. "The cricket fighting competition was held purely because life there was too boring; we had to find a way to entertain ourselves."

The upper world was a place many believers dreamed of reaching, but only when he got there did he discover that the damned place had no computers or cellphones, and was severely lacking in entertainment. The others there almost wished they could have eight meetings a day to discuss how to completely eradicate the mechanical believers.

He just felt he had come to the wrong place.

Moreover, he had to stress that the notion of treating believers like "crickets" was never his idea. His original intention was simple; the name of the competition wasn’t important. What mattered was that he wanted to breed some excellent creatures and introduce new species to the upper world’s severely monotonous ecosystem.

It’s said that keeping pets is an excellent way to pass the time and can keep one’s mood constantly joyful.

But this brilliant idea somehow turned into what it is now. When others got involved, the purpose of the competition ultimately became a means to resolve internal disputes within the Sect.

Those people had more opinions than others, but when it came to the competition, they all failed miserably.

He accused, "You all stole my dream of raising little animals!"

At that time, as a young man, he also experienced the taste of shattered dreams.

"I think I understand now."

A simple dinner, but it brought about an unprecedented amount of information for "Nothingness". He knew that he was still maintaining the action of reaching his right hand into his inner jacket pocket, clutching Sachila’s bottle for about half an hour now.

The fit of rage had long passed, which left him in a difficult predicament.

Not using Sachila to retaliate against the two for blatantly displaying their affection was something he couldn’t live with, but taking out Sachila after hearing such shocking news would make him look like a comedian.

As it turned out, Lu Xiang and Song Lan’s joint effort not only took out everyone besides themselves but also defeated that "hidden ruler" in the process.

This achievement shone much brighter than anything he had originally imagined.

"I have one last question, why didn’t you tell me directly after such a big incident?"

Apart from the indescribable entity of Song Lan, both he and Lu Xiang had once separately won a cricket fighting championship, their strengths could be described as evenly matched, "If it really came to battle, holding off a few people would be no problem for me."

"It was his idea, you were also part of the ’insurance plan’."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothingness" suddenly became interested, and his grip on the Sachila bottle loosened a bit.

"The place he sent you to was closest to the remnants of power, even if he didn’t return here before those remnants were found, you would definitely have sensed something was off."

"Hey, now that you mention it, I understand."

The hand holding the bottle completely relaxed, "Nothingness" slammed the table heavily, no longer able to hide the upward curve of his mouth, "The trump card that doesn’t move unless there’s no other option, the kind of character like a hidden master."

Even if that "hidden ruler" was more inclined to return here than Song Lan, he would be attracted by those dispersed remnants of power because, after all, they were the relics left by the heroes who had once defeated him.

And by that time, it would be the moment for "Old Void" of legend to make his entrance.

Great, he was quite satisfied with this identity.

In this way, he legitimately became a part of the plan.

The three of them had once joined forces and defeated everyone besides themselves head-on.

"That being said, our initial plan wasn’t to wage war against everyone. He hoped to make others aware of the collective threat through peaceful communication."

In Song Lan’s words, they were all friends; there was no need to turn things ugly.

"But we underestimated the influence of the brand, and the meeting inevitably turned into a dangerous banquet."

Before the meeting started, the signs of fate had changed.

In the new prophecy, Song Lan went from being the Saint Heir who led them to defeat the enemy to the Devil who brought destruction to the higher realms. This was also the first time they witnessed a change in a set prophecy. Lu Xiang thought this would be the strongest evidence, but those people were too deeply bewitched and nobody would take their advice seriously.

They made meticulous arrangements to take out Song Lan, describing it as a net of heaven and earth wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

"You know what happened afterward."

Lu Xiang, who had been recounting the past, didn’t bother with her meal, but that didn’t stop her from piling a mound of potatoes into her bowl like a small mountain.

"But now I understand."

Revisiting the past, Lu Xiang had a new perspective on that Chapter of history, "Besides the brand being deep-rooted, there was another factor that couldn’t be ignored— you pissed off too many people regularly!"

With the protection of the prophecy, others were enraged by Song Lan’s actions but dared not speak out. Once the prophecy changed, everyone couldn’t wait to get rid of the tumorous Song Lan from the upper world.

"How many believers did you steal from them ordinarily!"

"Right! Now that you mention it, I remember too."

"Nothingness" spread his hands out on the table, "Give me back my 152 believers!"

"No way!"

Song Lan immediately guarded her bowl.

As sunlight entered the living room, Lu Xiang suddenly felt as if everything had returned to the way it used to be.

The only change was the food on the table.

It was much more delicious than the time when those two looked miserable yet were brimming with confidence.

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