Enforcer Manual
Chapter 937 - 872: Believe, and It Is Real

Chapter 937: Chapter 872: Believe, and It Is Real

Time had passed...

Song Lan once again met the companion who had fought side by side with him in past days.

After the two arrived, the agents of the investigative bureau voluntarily vacated this space, reminiscent of an underground tomb, for the two of them.

Song Lan and Lu Xiang stood before this row of lifelike statues, each insect meticulously carved. For a moment, he almost saw his companion shedding its dark shell and spreading its wings to fly onto his shoulder.

This was the "Black Flash" General’s reserved seat, a symbol of glory and runner-up in the first Beetle Battle Championship.

"Remembering the past?"

Lu Xiang asked softly.

While exploring the "Sea of Souls," she had a vague premonition.

She had initially thought that the place hiding the past secrets would be a church, or somewhere more sacred-looking, but the space displaying the statues resembled more the remnants of some grand architecture.

The "Sea of Souls" believed someone had altered a part of history, though it didn’t explicitly say so, both overtly and covertly pointed towards the prime suspect at present, Song Lan.

In Lu Xiang’s understanding, only the Dumb Bird could do such a thing.

Song Lan’s reaction seemed to indicate the reason this relic remained — the insect named Black Flash was once his partner, thus, moved by the scenes, he had kept these statues due to personal reasons.

Of course, the prefix "Invincible Universe" was automatically ignored by Lu Xiang.

As the leader of the Bug Swarm, she truly felt for the little insect known as "Black Flash;" being called by its full name in public must be quite embarrassing.

Putting herself in similar shoes, even with her relationship with Song Lan, if he added a prefix "Invincible Universe" to her name in public, she would likely become so agitated that she’d want to hit someone.

"Beetle Battle Championship."

"Beetle Battle Championship?"

Indeed, anything that could pique Song Lan’s interest was never going to be any solemn competition.

"This one is called ’Golden Lion,’ the champion of the first Beetle Battle Championship."

Familiar scenes flooded Song Lan’s mind.

He had indeed participated in the competition, more than once.

He also recalled that every rule of the competition was gradually perfected by him, because compared to the complex and cumbersome practice of Psychic Abilities, or engaging in some beliefs he was utterly disinterested in, a thrilling Beetle Battle Championship was much more appealing.

The staid and solemn Archbishop initially did not agree to hold the competition, but ultimately, public opinion prevailed.

Through his proactive efforts and coordinating secretly and openly with the upper echelons of the Church, he turned the Beetle Battle Championship into a grand festival belonging to the Church, where everyone, regardless of status, could fully enjoy the fun brought by the festival.

However, Archbishop Dargon Vida felt threatened by it, believing that the authority of the bishops was being challenged.

"The first Beetle Battle Championship was extraordinarily significant for the Church; it greatly alleviated the tension and oppression brought about by war."

Since the outbreak of the war, the entire Fourth District had become morbid and stagnant, "Moreover, this is the fun learning method I advocate. You can hone your... interference-type Psychic Abilities in a fun yet thrilling competition."

Song Lan paused, choosing a term that Lu Xiang could understand.

But that was not the term they used at that time.

"Honing Psychic Abilities."

Lu Xiang caught the key information; she had listened carefully to every lecture by Professor Myles. Up to this day, the Psychic Abilities research institutions had not figured out the precise methods of honing Psychic Abilities. Nowadays, each Psychic’s growth method varied, and apart from using electrical currents to stimulate the brain to keep them in an abnormal state, they could not summarize any pattern.

She suddenly realized, "No wonder you have no clue about the fundamentals of Psychic Abilities."

Lu Xiang had always been puzzled by this; it was hard for her to imagine that someone proficient in advanced mathematics would understand elementary math operations, unless...

Those "operations" were makeshift things pieced together by later people based on incomplete history, very far from the true nature of Psychic Abilities.

Curiosity prompted her to ask, "How did people cultivate back then?"

"Believe, and it becomes reality."

This was the preaching heard by most people when becoming a Believer, spoken personally by Archbishop Dargon Vida in the prayer room of the Church when they arrived in the Fourth District.

"Hmm?"

"It was kind of like choosing your mentor; the path you choose, it is said, would determine the direction of your abilities."

"It is said?"

"My situation was a bit different from others."

When he was brought to the Fourth District, his abilities had already taken shape before any path was chosen.

Although all this was exceedingly unfamiliar to Lu Xiang, she still managed to keep the conversation going, "So, which path did you choose back then?"

"’Nothingness.’

"’Nothingness?’ That does fit your character; all things in the world eventually come to nothingness, and if viewed from a more long-term perspective, perhaps whatever we are doing right now is meaningless... This ideology might coincide with yours,"

Having spent a lot of time with Song Lan, Lu Xiang’s first thoughts were not of any specific person but of a certain concept.

Just like the salted fish virus.

Everyone who had deep interactions with Song Lan ultimately couldn’t avoid being influenced by him.

"It’s just like you, Old Lu, to think of these things right away, but anyway..."