The Lord of Reincarnation

"I am the President of the Federation General Assembly——Fang Xian, I am very sad to tell all the people of the Federation, a sad news..."

...

Looking at the picture in the memory of the three, Fang Xian fell silent for a moment.

He is indeed very familiar with the person named Fang Xian and that face, although it is not his future face, but it is the face in the interstellar world!

"When did I become the supreme ruler of the Federation?"

"No... I was already dead at that time, my flesh and blood were sacrificed to the starry sky giant eye, and the true spirit was reincarnated, leaving nothing at all... Maybe he was pretending to be me? How could he have such evil intentions and specifically target me? God, besides the god of all things, I can't think of a second one..."

"But there is a more terrifying possibility. Maybe, He is pretending to be me, or maybe, He really replaced me in another timeline? It's unlikely... I became Da Luo, and my own timeline has been completed Closed loop, although there are some small flaws in this world, but they will not be easily replaced..."

Fang Xian thought quickly: "Sure enough...the catastrophe in this world is inseparably related to the God of All Things...He wiped out most of the creatures with dust disease, and then reset the universe?"

"No... He doesn't have this kind of power. It's better to say that the spread of the dust disease caused the imbalance of the power of the universe, and many evil gods became active... eventually leading to the destruction of the world..."

"And what is the purpose of the omnipotent god?"

...

Fang Xian thought for a while, then continued to look at Mengxiang.

Although the dust disease is terrifying, a true god can still easily solve it.

Dun Jun knelt down and saw the figures of Smith and Vivian disappear.

They have completed their mission and returned to different countries.

Seeing this scene, he felt a little lost.

Immediately afterwards, another raving came.

"ah!"

Dun Jun's eyeballs were bloodshot, and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, almost as if they were going to explode.

He rolled on the ground, but understood the meaning of the great god.

That disease, the plague named 'dust', spreads through 'content'!

Simply put, as long as someone hears the relevant description or sees the relevant information, it will cause infection!

This is a mental illness! It has the characteristic of terror that can be spread when known!

And although his own disease has been resolved, it has only been suppressed with a little power of the Great One.

simply put.

If Dun Jun described the 'dust disease' to others, he would be fine, but it would definitely lead to the spread of the dust disease.

'This seems... an opportunity! '

'I have mastered a powerful weapon... a weapon that can easily overturn the rule of the upper city...'

A slightly crazy smile appeared on Dun Jun's face.

Although he seems to be indulging in all kinds of enjoyment in the upper city, in his heart, he has never forgotten that wish.

A plan to break up the dominance of Uptown and make Lower Town less bad.

"It's feasible. Even prehistoric civilizations can't resist the dust disease, nor can the Extraordinary in the upper city... and the natural blockade of the upper city and the lower city,

It can even create a certain degree of isolation... How can people in the upper class let the people in the lower class know what disease they have? '

'This is an opportunity. Even if it gets out of control in the end, as long as everyone believes in the God of Immortality, everything will be fine...'

Dun Jun didn't realize that his eyes became a little crazy.

Looking at this scene, Fang Xian felt a little ashamed: 'Is this... influenced by what I just said? '

Although he just passed some normal information, he was half crazy!

There is an element of madness in reason.

Coupled with the personality of the Great One, even believers who just listen to his voice will be tortured by pain, but they never get tired of it, as if they have awakened some strange habit.

In addition, if you listen too much, you may be affected by the hidden madness and become a little crazy and neurotic.

'A normal person... who would think of using such a weapon? '

'Besides, it's too rough... There is no guarantee that it will not spread and accidentally injure. If one is not careful, this civilization will also be destroyed... I don't have much power to break the seal. I can save a few, but I can't save tens of thousands. ...'

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xian's mouth: "But... what does it matter to me?"

The demise of Shangcheng District was indeed an opportunity for Dun Jun, and it was also a chance to break into the core area.

As for whether there will be any mistakes in the implementation of the plan, that is not a question he should think about.

...

Uptown.

Back to Dun Jun, who was feasting and feasting, Yi Rong came to a trading fair for Extraordinary people.

This is the market where Extraordinary people trade, and everyone hides their bodies.

He knows that this place looks like a black market, but it is actually still controlled by the council in the core area.

Everything in the entire city of steam is under the control of the council.

With this in mind, he walked into a room.

"The customer...what do you want to sell or buy?"

A waiter in a tuxedo immediately greets you.

"Sell a piece of information, and get it from exploring the ruins!"

Dun Jun under the mask said hoarsely: "Part of the truth about the destruction of prehistoric civilization..."

The corner of his mouth curled up, knowing that this place is also controlled by the core area, and those bigwigs would not even buy it, but directly read the information he gave.

The smile on the corner of Dun Jun's mouth deepened, and he took a pen and paper and wrote down the information about the dust disease.

He has already learned to write, and this time, he deliberately used his extraordinary ability to make his handwriting softer and more delicate.

"I'm consigning it here, and everyone who spends 100 yuan can see it."

Dun Jun smiled slightly, and left the room directly after speaking.

The seeds have been planted, and the next thing to do is to wait and wait for the plague to ferment.

...

Underground, core area.

A palm covered with jewel rings of various colors gently caressed the seat.

He lives high on the throne, rules the city of steam, and dominates everything here.

Even the extravagant life in the upper city is just an adjustment for him.

Flipping through the documents with his slender and strong palms, his eyes suddenly focused, with an expression of interest: "Prehistoric ruins, part of the truth about the cataclysm?"

He thought for a while, quickly wrote a note, put it into a long tube, opened the armrest of the seat, and there was a pipe inside.

After stuffing the long barrel into the channel, a series of machines started running immediately.

After the long tube was transported, it came to a certain place underground. The huge difference engine and analysis engine roared, and the mechanical arm sorted information one by one.

In a certain secret compartment, the news received today was sent to the transmission belt, transported quickly, passed through the pipeline, and came to his desk.

Snapped!

An iron box was opened, and brand new information emerged.

He grabbed the letter with enjoyment and began to read it in detail, his expression became puzzled: "Dust disease?"