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Chapter 323: Chapter 323 The Purpose of Olympus Chapter 323: Chapter 323 The Purpose of Olympus Desire is the original sin of humanity.

I don’t know who said this first, but now, we all want to utter these words.

As the saying goes, common people are driven by their emotions and desires; as long as they live on grains and cereals, even monks before their ascension are subject to being zapped with high-voltage electricity over eighty times, have their own desires. Cultivators seek to shatter the void, Buddhists yearn for Nirvana, not to mention us mere mortals. As long as one isn’t a divine being, they will undoubtedly have all sorts of desires.

In fact, even gods aren’t necessarily without wants and needs. One goddess’s greatest goal in life is to frolic in a sea of candy, now with the addition of flaunting a Junior Creation Certificate as she frolics… This shows that even True Gods have their own desires… Oh, I digress.

Everyone has desires or wishes, which is only natural. The magnitude of a person’s desires depends on their status and position. A beggar’s greatest wish is to have food every day and clothes to wear when it’s cold; an ordinary citizen dreams of owning their own home; when I was eight, my wish was to escape the tyranny of Erya sitting in front of me. Oh, and that year Qianqian also got a pet insect named Little Black… A great general’s greatest wish might be to conquer the world for the Empire, break new ground, or perhaps just to grow taller next year…

So, if someone already possesses wealth, status, power far beyond others, and even mysterious powers beyond human imagination, plus a bit of a YY complex and 200cc of chicken blood, what kind of desires do they develop?

Olympus gave me the answer: They wish to become gods.

Medusa did not explain why her superiors came up with such a fantastical idea, but as an old bookworm who’s been around the block at Starting Point for years, I just need to tie together what she’s told me to guess: First, it was the “superhuman” complex of those who see themselves as better than others running wild, then they stumbled upon traces of a “Super Civilization” from the Ancient Era, and similar to the Superpower Team, these madmen who don’t think straight discovered the connection between ancient myths, that ancient civilization, and superpower users. Under the effect of 200cc of chicken blood, the bigwigs of Olympus get energized, thinking they’ve found a bloody and fantastical boulevard to greatness. They see themselves leaving behind their filthy mortal coils and transforming into new deities in this new era–it’s all written this way on Starting Point.

As for their likelihood of “ascending to godhood,” I could guess the outcome without even using my toes: The chances of these madmen succeeding is absolutely less than zero. Even if we don’t intervene, in the end, Dingdang’s divinity alone would be enough to annihilate those who harbor such outrageous desires. After all, Little Baobao told me there’s a passage in the final doctrines of the Divine Realm: “… Any organization or individual seeking to obtain Divine Status or a Divine Title must be sponsored by at least three Divine Race members and score no less than 70 points on the Heavenly God written exam and no less than 60 points on the practical test…”

However, sitting back and waiting for them to be smitten by divine retribution clearly isn’t very smart; by then, Earth might have been turned upside-down by Olympus…

A bunch of superpower users beefing up their abilities with half-baked Xyrin Technology and thinking they can become immortals? Pfft, I command a vast Interstellar Empire with legions at my beck and call, and yet my life goal is still to bum around aimlessly. Even now, Qianqian longs for her three-bedroom apartment while driving a car worth seven hundred billion when she goes out for soy sauce.

So, I’ve come to a conclusion: The folks at Olympus have heads that have been kicked by donkeys.

Yet, it’s these very folks, with minds addled by donkey kicks, who’ve caused me to lose sleep for several days in a row–Lin Xue, that girl, calls me every six hours almost without fail, either to report to me or to have me report to her, tirelessly and without holidays, to the point where I’m almost mentally fatigued.

“I’m saying, are you all out of your minds?”

After Medusa finished reporting and I was stunned for a few seconds, I finally asked with a sincere expression, my tone conveying a heartfelt concern.

Medusa didn’t seem concerned about my tone and said with a tone that suggested she had seen through everything, “This world has been mired in a quagmire for too long. Without concrete faith, humanity will be led astray, so we must provide them with a faith!”

Listen to that lofty aspiration! Dingdang doesn’t have that kind of enlightenment!

That’s why cults are so harmful. Looking at how Medusa is behaving, I don’t know how she’s been hoodwinked by the big shots at Olympus, they’ve even managed to push aside the psychological shadow Lilina has cast on her. It’s curious, really–despite such preposterous and outright anti-human stuff, why do people believe so unquestioningly?

I relayed my question to Lilina, who was rolling around in the grass, and as an expert psychologist, her insights were far superior to mine: “That’s because you’ve known all along what the deal is with these gods, but the people at Olympus don’t. They truly believe they can become gods…”

I glanced sideways at Medusa and said, “Sounds like you folks at Olympus are all saintly sages concerned for the nation and the people, huh?”

“There are just too many flaws in humanity,” Medusa actually said to me with a serious expression, “Greed, cruelty, indifference, resorting to any means for survival, harming their own kind, ignoring the life and death of others, waging war, destroying the environment–all because there’s no real presence of a supreme power to bind them. Since there are no gods in this world, then we will take on that role! We’ll do it our way…”

“Bullshit.”

I cut off Medusa’s tirade with a single word.

A few madmen with unspeakable motives and a bunch of fools duped into believing it all–looks like Medusa is just a pitiful pawn.

“You possess power far greater than ours, yet your thinking is just as shallow as humans.”

“Oh, shallow thinking,” I couldn’t muster any anger toward a pitiable soul thoroughly brainwashed by lofty ideals, “I know you’re searching for traces of ancient super civilizations…”

“That was the age of the gods.”

Medusa immediately corrected with a grave tone–her courage seemed to multiply whenever this topic came up, and her fervor was enough to make her forget her current predicament completely.

“Alright, the age of the gods, that’s correct. Because a significant part of the legends of deities we have today indeed came from real events of that era. It’s true to say it was a mythological age of divine glory. So, do you know how those gods came to be?”

Medusa immediately showed a proud expression: “Of course, we know. It was under the blessing of the supreme gods from another world that mere mortals obtained the qualifications to become divine. We of Olympus are unearthing the relics left behind when the supreme gods of ancient times descended. Soon, a new age of mythology…”

“Let me show you something.”

I smiled, waved my hand, then looked up and called out to the Void, “Bubbles, play the movie!”

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding simulated environment of blue skies, white clouds, and lush grass shattered like glass. Mysterious, ultra-modern buildings sprouted from the ground, and odd-shaped Xyrin Fighters streaked across the sky. Mighty columns of Heavy Infantry trooped by nearby, causing the very earth to tremble slightly. But these weren’t what I really wanted Medusa to see–the main event was yet to come: A pyramid-shaped Xyrin Nest transitioned into its flying mode, slowly moving across the sky…

“The Great Temple!?”

Medusa exclaimed in shock.

Olympus had discovered an abandoned Xyrin Nest, something I had learned when Medusa gave her report earlier. Their ability to develop technologies that enhanced humans came not only from the “sampling analysis” of superpower users themselves but more importantly, from energy-containing “Heavenly God Fragments” they had found within that Nest, also known as the Nest Crystal. With the radiation from the Nest Crystal, Olympus managed to obtain so many high-quality, low-cost… powerful and abundant Advanced Superpower Users.

As for that Nest which they preserved at their main base and worshipped as a totem, they called it: The Great Temple.

Why do I feel like this is all such a load of crap?

“Look around, take a good look,” I shook my hand in front of the dumbstruck Medusa’s face and then pointed toward the surrounding holographic projections–come to think of it, these projections were a two-day pet project of Pandora, who had originally planned to use them as recruiting advertisements for the Xyrin Empire and play them globally as a declaration of conquest…

Under my guidance, Medusa finally noticed the Xyrin Military Emblems adorning the buildings and the war chariots racing back and forth–they call these the Heavenly God Emblems.

“We are the otherworldly gods you planned on figuring out,” I said, spreading my arms wide and posturing like a leader, “After tens of thousands of years, we’ve come back.”

Medusa’s facial expressions shifted like the winds and clouds. Just as she was about to say something, I cut her off: “Don’t say anything now, I don’t know what those Imperial Army groups were up to during the Earth’s mythological era tens of thousands of years ago, but I’ll tell you one thing: As a new age model youth and the Imperial Leader, I’m pretty damn unhappy with Olympus, and for now, I’m planning on knocking out your bases one by one. You have the right to remain silent, but I’ll still indiscriminately bombard the entire Earth.”

Of course, the last sentence was total bullshit, but I knew it would be effective: The brainwashing success of Olympus lies in their packaging themselves as virtuous Saviors and having their subordinates wholeheartedly believe it. So, what would Medusa’s reaction be when faced with this multiple choice question?

She didn’t choose anything–she fell into a complete stupor, the last traces of divine light in her eyes seemingly vanished entirely.

“Faith collapsing in an instant, or rather, the spiritual pillar toppling,” said Lilina with a resigned tone, “you really are bad to the bone.”

At this point, I was almost in tears. Who would have thought the power of religion could twist a person’s thinking to this extent! Just because of what seemed like a trivial reason to me, Medusa was hit this hard?

“It’s like if the Pope of Rome suddenly saw God streaking right in front of him, and you suddenly realized you were a closeted woman… wouldn’t you collapse?”

I thought about it, then got furious: “Is my image really that bad? Enough to cause an adherent of Medusa to have their spiritual pillar collapse!?”

“You’re taking this seriously… Leave this woman to me,” Lilina shook her head with an expression that read ‘this child is beyond teaching’, “I’m best at psychological counseling, but right now, it’s better to let her calm down by herself. Let’s go back first and plan how to dig out the Olympus bases one by one–Miss Lin should have made some progress by now.”

Looking at Medusa’s dumbstruck face, I knew we couldn’t expect to get any information out of her until she recovered from the shock. Fortunately, I had already learnt quite a bit, at least we now understood what Olympus really was about, and how far they had gone in exploring the Xyrin Relics. This would largely determine the scale of our future deployment: I wasn’t about to trip up because of carelessness against a bunch of human superpower users, but I also wasn’t keen on deploying the Cosmic Fleet just to exterminate a few bandits.

I’ve said it before, I am a good person, you know.

After leaving the prison fortified to the point of absurdity, I first took Little Baobao to the Xyrin Nest. The little guy had generated a lot of new information in today’s battle, but due to his incomplete information processing capability, all this new data was still a jumble of undecipherable codes. He needed to spend a few hours in the Nest and then, under the guidance of the Mother, integrate these unexpected gains into his memory core. Vega, meanwhile, had to return to the training field–looks like Sister Scorpion was seriously interested in tormenting new recruits lately; these past few days all I saw were Xyrin Soldiers swollen and bruised from her beatings.

I watched Vega walk a few steps away when suddenly a question popped into my head.

“Vega,” I stared at Sister Scorpion’s mechanized lower half, full of curiosity, “I have a question for you.”

“Vega awaits orders, Commander!” Sister Scorpion immediately saluted sharply and responded loudly.

“…those six legs of yours… when you walk, which do you move first?”

Really, I was incredibly curious about this! Ever since I saw Vega, I’ve been wanting to ask, it’s just that Qianqian and the others were always there, and it was embarrassing to bring it up. With so many legs, I wonder how Vega manages to figure out the order to move them. I would have been utterly confused–back when I played Contra, I couldn’t even pass the third… oh, I digress.

A cold wind blew…

Vega stared blankly at me, her pretty face still showing no expression. Then she lowered her head, looking puzzled at her fierce mechanical body. Her six legs scratched the ground unconsciously a couple of times, right before I got a bad feeling…

With a clatter, the cool and imposing Sister Scorpion collapsed sideways like a landslide: three of her legs had lifted at once.

“You’re really sneaky,” Lilina muttered softly, “bad to the bone.”

Well… that wasn’t intentional…

“Reporting to the commander, Vega is unable to answer this question! Vega will organize the answer to this question within twenty-four hours!”

“Er, no need…” I answered with a twitching of my mouth and then reached out to help the slightly blushing Vega back up, thinking that it’s indeed difficult to lift a beauty weighing over two tons.

I wonder if this could be a fatal weakness of a Heroic Combat Soldier?

Later, I learned that the problem was actually me: Xyrin Warriors absolutely obey the orders issued by their superiors, meaning that as soon as I posed a question, Vega would certainly seek to answer, even if the question itself contained a fatal logical contradiction. If someone else had asked, Vega would never have made such an error, but since it was me, she would spare no expense in calculating the most accurate answer for me, which led to Sister Scorpion’s cramps–seriously, which Imperial Leader would ever bother to ask soldiers which leg they should move out first?

After leaving Shadow City, I finally remembered to ask Lilina about something, “Lilina, speaking of which, have you now mastered the ability of life resurrection?”

“Of course not, that would be against the rules; how could I learn it so quickly?” Lilina replied, taking out a golden little dog that had gone through several life and death experiences from her Personal Space, “This is from the World Tree, got it?”

…Got it, it must be another Divine Beast with weird abilities… Dingdang’s creations are always such a pain!

Just then, my phone suddenly started trembling like it was having a seizure, ringing with the melody of “Ambush from Ten Sides”–Lin Xue was looking for me.

I answered the call, and Miss Lin’s frantic roar pierced straight through my brain: “You blockhead!!! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying to call you!! Get over here immediately!!”

I thought, this is bad, it seems that the prison is not the same as Shadow City, it completely blocks any signals below SSS level encryption, and it’s not like my phone is so luxurious as to use military cryptography for a local call. Judging by Lin Xue’s tone, I guess I’d probably end up dead on the spot if I didn’t bring Dingdang with me this time.

“It was an emergency just now,” I explained carefully with a forced smile, knowing that once that digital tyrannosaurus started rampaging, it would terrify both the living and the dead, “We caught Medusa, I was busy interrogating her…”

“What!?” Lin Xue immediately forgot her anger, “You caught that cunning woman?”

“Ah, it was Little Baobao’s credit.”

“Then I’ll forgive your disrespect–for now. Hurry over, I have some important news here!”

After hanging up, Lilina immediately came over, her curious look short of painting a giant question mark on her face.

“You guessed it, there’s big news on Lin Xue’s end,” I said with a smile while putting my phone in my pocket, “Oh, go get Dingdang; I feel a bit unsafe going by myself…”

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