2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"How about this story?" Zhuge Xiangming drank all the tea in the cup and asked with a smile.

Yan Taki was silent, feeling as if there was a foreign object blocking his throat. After a long time, he softly said, "It's wonderful."

This is not a story after all, this is what is really happening in this magical world today.

"After this incident, the Hengho Sauron family was completely devastated and basically disappeared in name only. From this perspective, Ludwig seems to have done a good thing."

Zhuge Xiangming's tone was very calm, as if he had long been accustomed to such outrageous things: "Ludwig's death did not leave nothing behind. After he was shot, someone discovered that he was carrying an inlaid handle with him. He bought many gems and valuable daggers. According to the identification of the surviving members of the Henho Sauron family, the dagger was unique in the world and was given to him by the patriarch, Ludwig's grandfather, on his 12th birthday. He liked it very much as a birthday present, so he always brought it with him."

"At first, the executive officers of the special departments didn't take it seriously and just regarded the dagger as an ordinary object. But when one of them reached out to touch it, he felt a strong sense of pleasure, which made him almost faint. Until then. Only then did they realize that the dagger was probably an extraordinary item, so they stored it carefully."

"But just two days later, something big happened. The man who had touched the dagger with his bare hands killed his children and parents with his own hands. There were six members of the family and only his wife survived... "

"Research on this dagger began quickly, and finally the EU's extraordinary object research experts summarized three rules. First, the brains of people who come into contact with this dagger will produce a large amount of dopamine, endorphins and other neurotransmitters, and they will feel The ultimate pleasure, the effect is much more exaggerated than taking drugs. Second, as the pleasure weakens, they will have a strong desire to attack people who are related to them by blood, hoping to continue to maintain the pleasure. This effect will It lasts for about a week, and will become more and more intense as time goes by. The first five days are fine, but starting from the sixth day, the subject will even completely lose his mind and try to kill everyone who prevents him from harming his loved ones. "

"...The third and most important thing is that as long as the holder uses this dagger to kill relatives who have supernatural powers, they can obtain the abilities of that relative. No one knows how those experts discovered it On this point, they have never made the research process public.”

"This dagger is undoubtedly a taboo object, and those EU scientists named it, 'The Death of Sauron'."

A lead-gray rectangular box floated out from under Zhuge Xiangming's desk and slowly landed on the table.

"Crack."

The metal copper buckle fell automatically and the lead box was opened. A dagger-like object lay quietly inside, tightly wrapped in a sheepskin sheath, leaving no gaps around it.

"This cover is made of black goatskin and lead. It can completely block the side effects of carrying the 'The Sorrow of Sauron'. Of course, provided you don't take it out."

Zhuge Xiangming seemed to be tired from talking too much. His body was slightly leaning back and half lying on the chair, while the lead-gray box was slowly pushed forward a few points.

Yan Long didn't speak, just stared at the gray box on the table. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the old man again. The depths of his eyes were as cold as winter:

"What's the meaning?"

Although Zhuge Xiangming didn't speak, the look of guilt on his wrinkled face was enough to explain too many things.

The corners of Yan Long's eyes twitched slightly, but his voice was still calm: "Why? What did he do wrong?"

"He did nothing wrong."

Zhuge Xiangming answered quickly, but the shame on his face had subsided and he became calm again: "But he is too important, we need an insurance policy."

"who are you?"

"You know who we are." The old man's voice became a little softer: "In fact, everything about him cannot be decided by the academy."

Yan Long frowned and said coldly: "What is so special about his ability that you value him so much?"

"The Silver Guard's indestructible defensive capabilities, its ability to devour and transform into alien species, any one of them alone is worthy of our attention."

"But that's not why you treat him like this, right?"

Zhuge Xiangming closed his eyes and nodded slowly: "What really moved the people above was that he received the god's finger and was unscathed."

"But I heard he was in a coma for three months."

"That was just a side effect of overuse of his powers. His body was actually almost unharmed."

"The gods may not have wanted to hurt him at all." Yan Long's eyes were blazing: "The original divine envoy later spoke out, saying that the gods did not blame him."

"Well, we really can't rule out this possibility, but..."

The old man's eyes reopened, and there was a suppressed light shining in his deep eyes: "If Yan Muyun took the finger of the god unscathed, it was not because of the so-called 'mercy' of the god, but because the god could not hurt him at all. Woolen cloth?"

"Actually, we have been thinking about what would have happened in the end if God had not immediately withdrawn His finger."

Yan Long's pupils shrank slightly and his breathing became rapid: "You..."

His voice stopped suddenly, and it was difficult to say the next words because of his excitement.

"Yes, it's what you think."

A smile appeared on Zhuge Xiangming's face: "Yan Muyun's third ability [Blood Border], after the red barrier is broken, will return the attacks in full. We have been thinking about the upper limit of this ability. ? Will it be the same as the defense power of [Silver Guard], so high that we can’t measure the limit?”

"What if Yan Muyun's brief pause after receiving the god's finger was not because he was stunned, but... he was accumulating strength to fight back? It was just because he lost his target that the power in his body escaped out of control. Caused his coma..."

"Can you understand?"

The old man's tone slowed down: "If China has the power to fight against the gods..."

"Crack!"

Yan Taki stood up suddenly and his chair fell heavily to the ground. He looked at the old man in front of him with an almost horrified look: "What are you thinking? Aren't gods always helping us? Why... why are you like this? An idea?"

Zhuge Xiangming sighed, the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually subsided, and shook his head slightly: "There are two different things between not having a sword in your hand, and having a sword and not using it. Our nation has always been like this, isn't it? We cannot accept that our destiny is controlled by others. In the hands of... even if the other party is the so-called 'god'."

"All China's 1.6 billion people want is the right to be on an equal footing with the 'gods'."