Enforcer Manual
Chapter 940 - 873: In the Name of Spiritual Energy_2

Chapter 940: Chapter 873: In the Name of Spiritual Energy_2

They did not leave the ruins displaying the statues; staying here made her feel closer to Spiritual Energy.

Every child of the United Government had once dreamed of becoming a Psychic, and she was no exception.

Now, she finally understood the reason behind the waning of Spiritual Energy.

The deity of Spiritual Energy had long since disappeared. Following the Dark Age, the passage to the upper world was sealed off, forcing research institutes to resort to high-risk, stimulative experiments as a way to squeeze out people’s last potential. Even then, the number of Psychics continued to decline year by year.

At this rate, perhaps in a decade or two, new Psychics wouldn’t exist anymore.

"The key lies in the lack of faith,"

Her phone’s memo app was filled with densely packed text. Lu Xiang had a sudden realization that it felt like she was back at Morning Star, only the teacher of the Spiritual Activity class had changed from Professor Myles to Song Lan, and what he had just said might well be the true nature of Psychic Abilities.

At least in the era he could still vaguely remember, Spiritual Energy was far from the clear-cut roles of Destruction, Interference, and Support; every Believer chose their path of faith on their first day in the Church, and whispers from the upper world would guide them, helping them recognize and master their spiritual power.

The different paths of faith would then give rise to a myriad of abilities.

What they could see now was merely the tip of the iceberg of Psychic civilization.

And the chief culprit of all this now stood in front of her as if nothing was wrong.

This Dumb Bird had taken advantage of her note-taking moment to go out and buy two bags of snacks.

"No wonder those Shadows hate you so much,"

Lu Xiang thought back to the "Dominate" she had encountered in The First Region; they preferred defecting to the Gene Master over seeking revenge against Song Lan.

The Dumb Bird had destroyed their home.

It severed the connection between the upper world and humanity, and made the source of the Spirit Ability Path vanish forever into the river of history.

"That’s not something good, in a sense, it’s like implanting an untraceable prosthesis in your body,"

Over-implanting prosthetics could turn a person into a Cyber lunatic.

And those zealous Believers of the Church would become rational Cyber lunatics, a faint voice from the upper world enough to make them forsake their lives.

Lu Xiang pressed save and exited the memo app, "So it’s like a cricket fighting competition? But the competitors that follow aren’t crickets anymore."

"Yes, initially it was just a product of interest, but later it was imbued with other meanings,"

"Hmm?"

"To maintain peaceful and harmonious relations, private duels were forbidden by the upper world,"

Song Lan had originally agreed whole-heartedly with this rule; he believed that everyone should adhere to the principle of valuing harmony regardless of where they were.

However, invariably, prolonged coexistence would lead to disagreements. With private duels prohibited, they had to find new ways to solve problems, "With more powerful competitors joining, the cricket fighting competition gradually evolved into a way to resolve differing opinions, and its rules also changed accordingly."

From initially simply allowing people to enjoy the joyous atmosphere of the festival, it gradually became heavier and filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The Church inevitably experienced a split within.

Believers of different paths were divided into different camps, and this event, which was initially established with joy and celebration in mind, ultimately turned into a deadly game where different factions fought for the right to speak.

"The process and outcome of the competition, that’s the fate of those people,"

Some died in the cricket fighting contest and lost everything, while others held the reins of power in their hands.

And he found it hard to feel again the pleasure of fighting side-by-side with partners in the cricket fighting competition.

Lu Xiang remained silent, listening quietly by the side.

She knew that Song Lan never liked such heavy topics; even the crime discussion meetings at the Law Enforcers department were something he would avoid if possible. It was rare for him to bring up the past at his own initiative, perhaps it was this recently revealed ruin and the statues displayed here that reminded him of some matters.

Deciding the fate of a person, or even a group of people, through a single competition.

Even though she had never experienced the scenery of the upper world, she could imagine the heaviness brought by the cricket fighting competition.

"That’s why I said, it’s not a good thing."

Song Lan summarized again.

"Dominate" was a microcosm of those fanatical Believers, and even though he had advised them as much as he could, ultimately he could not influence their influence on him.

"Right."

Lu Xiang took a deep breath, deciding to shift from the heavy topic and talk about something lighter, "What was the old world like? Like... when Psychic Abilities and the Church still existed in The Fourth Region."

"You should be able to see it soon."

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The Fourth Region, black market.

Vadim walked alone on these familiar streets, not far ahead was his residence.

Upon arriving in Area Seventeen, he had poured countless efforts into building a fortress for himself.

Mansions, beautiful women, and a life of lavish spending were all he had dreamed of.

With the company’s help, the ambitions he couldn’t realize in Area Seventeen all became reality in The Fourth Region, and then, he even gained a group of devout followers.

But just now, he had heard about the fate of his own followers.

In the B Detention Area of the Investigation Bureau, they had been turned into human bombs, leveling the entire area overnight. To this day, the bureau’s forensic team was still trying to confirm their identities from the remains, but military technology had not given them a chance.

The company had made thorough preparations when transplanting their synthetic bodies.

Vadim felt he was no exception.

When military technology deemed it necessary, perhaps they would end up just like his followers.

He had a special physique capable of bearing the burden brought by "Overload IV," but it was only so distinct and not enough to change his status as a Little Mice.

Vadim had a premonition that this might be his last return to his mansion; he stood before the quarantine zone, where the guardhouse was now empty, brass casings littered the ground, and remnants of a fierce battle were preserved throughout the fortress.

And now, he was going to participate in the 37th Crickets Fight Contest.

He paused momentarily, suddenly hearing a Whisper in his mind, "Why the sentimentality? You’re no saint."

Vadim was taken aback, then he came to a realization.

For the great villain of The Fourth Region, marching towards destruction amid betrayal by his own was a fitting end for this city, yet it remained unclear which lucky individual from Kolo Film Industry would take this opportunity to become the company’s cash cow for the coming years.

He casually asked, "How many competitors are participating in this contest, and if it’s just your old friends, wouldn’t we be guaranteed the top two spots?"

This might be the only piece of good news.

"Indeed, there aren’t many qualified competitors left, but don’t get too excited too soon; this event has never stipulated that a contestant could only use one cricket, your competitors might not be just one."

If he remembered correctly, this rule had been established since the 5th Crickets Fight Contest.

Because the contestants pointed out, a single competitor might not suffice to decide such a significant choice.

"Oh? Have you managed to gather any information on our competitors?"

"From now on, anyone you meet could potentially be your competitive rival."

In the meantime, Vadim heard approaching footsteps.

What happened at the Investigation Bureau had already spread throughout the black market, and everyone knew he was now just a commander without troops, naturally including his former enemies.

The incoming crowd blocked his retreat, their faces bearing ferocious smiles; he recognized a few familiar faces among them.

"How is it? Have you ever experienced being against the world?"

The Whisper in his mind continued, Vadim could imagine "Nothingness" adopting a spectator’s pose, watching him from some unknown location.

The voice was full of mockery, "Get used to it soon; this is the inevitable path for every seed player in the past contests."

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