Enforcer Manual
Chapter 787 - 785: Messenger of God_1

Chapter 787: Chapter 785: Messenger of God_1

"Wait a minute, you couldn’t possibly be thinking..."

Before RT6 could finish her sentence, the changes she detected confirmed her thoughts.

No one in the world understood the Emperor’s abilities better than her; making the entire city rise into the sky was the complete opposite of his powers, and although it was theoretically possible in her calculations, she was certain that before coming to Atlantis, the Emperor had not developed this ability.

Moreover, even if he focused entirely, the range of his abilities could at most cover half the city, and he definitely couldn’t sustain it long enough to lift the entire city above the sea surface.

But this time, her assessment was wrong.

The intensity of the Emperor’s Spiritual Energy had expanded to an unprecedented extent, which made her feel an intense blockage in her heart.

For Psychics, the price of using their abilities excessively often was dire.

Death or complete inability to use their psychic abilities, turning into a senseless invalid—before the Emperor, countless Psychics had proven this.

"Listen to me, the spiritual power of humans is limited, you can’t possibly bear all of this!"

RT6’s voice also became more urgent.

To put himself in danger for the sake of saving others, that was indeed something the Emperor would do.

"I’m sorry, RT6, I concealed something from you. Before, I also heard the voice that Diago mentioned, so I made a deal with him."

She heard the voice of the Emperor, but at that moment, she somewhat regretted altering his face to its current appearance; she could not clearly see the expression on the Emperor’s face now.

He, as someone who believed in science, had also started praying like a believer.

If the Lord of the Tides was going to drown the kingdom, he hoped the other party would lend him the power to change everything, which meant that in his subconscious, he had started believing in the existence of gods.

The people of Atlantis soon had no energy left to estimate the sky.

For doomsday was approaching, and the water was about to drown them, the land beneath their feet began to tremble.

Immediately after, they saw a scene they couldn’t even dream of—buildings around them and the ground under their feet were being uprooted by some invisible force, floating towards the sky.

The rate at which the land rose became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, they collided with the water.

Submerged beneath the sea, stripped of air, a sense of suffocation assaulted them, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The massive disturbance had startled the monsters dwelling in the deep sea, and with the loss of protective barriers, they lunged at the crowd with bared teeth and claws.

Then, even the last bit of light was stripped away.

They would die here.

This was the price for angering the gods.

They simply closed their eyes, but this time, they could no longer pray to anyone for help.

"Huff—!"

The whole process lasted nearly a minute, and just as their consciousness was about to descend into chaos, they suddenly breathed in air suffused with the unique salty taste of the sea.

Dazzling sunlight forced them to abruptly open their eyes, and what met their gaze was an utterly unfamiliar scene.

An endless expanse of azure, with white objects floating in the air.

What made it difficult for them to open their eyes was the enormous orb of light above the sky; it was so blinding and scorching hot.

Even as their eyes squinted to slits, the prolonged staring caused them pain, but people were still unwilling to divert their gaze, because it reminded them of the stories the People of the Land had told them, that the sky above the land was azure.

That blinding orb was the Sun.

Almost every one of them was seeing the scenery of the land for the first time with their own eyes.

The joy of surviving the ordeal made them collapse on the ground; at that moment, they were like sailors who had weathered a storm, having gone through a life-or-death experience, they had finally reached the shore.

"You..."

RT6 had no interest in joining the others in their reflections; she scanned every component on the "Emperor’s" body.

The indicators of the cybernetic body were all normal, but the key issue was the mental burden it had caused him.

His abilities had ceased to function, yet the light in his cybernetic eye seemed as if it had been snuffed out.

The "Emperor" had prayed for the spiritual energy necessary to raise his entire kingdom above the sea’s surface, but RT6 had not had the chance to ask what the cost of doing so was.

"Can you still speak?"

"It’s over."

The "Emperor’s" voice sounded hollow, further confirming RT6’s suspicions.

His consciousness had likely suffered irreversible damage.

The "Emperor" added, "Don’t worry, I know my own body best."

"You—!"

RT6 wanted to curse out loud, but as the words reached her lips, she found she couldn’t utter a single one, realizing that this might be their last conversation. Just now, the burden of the psychic energy field had exceeded her calculations, and the "Emperor’s" words echoed those of people in movies who were about to die.

She didn’t want their last exchange to end with curses.

No, RT6, what are you thinking?

She suddenly became aware of her abnormality.

As she had said before, even though the "Emperor" had a unique constitution, he wasn’t irreplaceable. If he died, she would eventually find other subjects worth studying.

She shouldn’t be getting worked up over a human.

"That voice answered my prayer but also told me that it would come at a corresponding price."

"I don’t want to hear it!"

RT6 deceitfully cut off the communication, as if by not listening further, the consequent events wouldn’t occur.

But within less than a second, she re-established the connection.

"Genius mechanic, are you worried about me?"

"Don’t flatter yourself; who would worry about a mere human?"

With the "Emperor’s" understanding of RT6, whenever she spoke with that tone, she usually meant the opposite.

Moreover, he was certain that if he continued to pretend, there was a high probability that RT6 would retaliate upon realizing the truth.

Therefore, the "Emperor" sat upright, and his tone returned to normal, "The price is that when I pass by Zone 17 later, I have to bring back some seaside soil as a special product for him."

?

RT6 fell into a long silence.

The "Emperor" could even imagine her with a face full of question marks because when he heard this "price," he experienced the same feeling as RT6.

It was once again proven that the Father God Diago mentioned was indeed an entity that marched to the beat of his own drum, so much so that he couldn’t grasp the deity’s logic.

But one thing was clear.

RT6 was angry.

The consequences were somewhat serious.

"You."

RT6’s voice suddenly rose eight octaves, exploding in his head like a ray of shock, "Are you itching for a beating?"