Chapter 221
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Chapter 221: Title
The Special Bureau’s reporting mechanism operates with remarkable efficiency. From initial detection to final decision-making, the entire process takes less than an hour. Sub-branch directors hold the authority to make critical judgments during emergencies without awaiting higher approval—though mistakes inevitably demand accountability.
As the Shanghai Sub-branch mobilized, a convoy of unassuming black vehicles fanned out across the city. One headed straight for Modern Square.
Designed to blend seamlessly with civilian cars, the Special Bureau’s fleet advanced unimpeded through traffic lights synchronized by central control systems. When the black sedan halted at the square’s perimeter, three young men in plain shirts and pants emerged, earpieces glinting as they dispersed into the crowd.
They converged near the central fountain. One agent approached a foreign musician, glanced at his phone, then lunged. The target crumpled beneath him, wrists shackled in cuffs etched with spiritual patterns—tools crafted to neutralize Practitioners and extraordinary individuals by severing their connection to spiritual energy.
“Gibberish,” the Special Action Division operative muttered, securing the cuff’s twin around his own wrist. His companions moved in to subdue the thrashing captive. “Almost passed for a regular tourist. Thank the monitoring systems.”
As bystanders raised phones to film, their screens flickered—local networks disabled. The trio flashed Special Bureau badges. “Special Operations Section. Clear the area.”
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Nearly identical scenes unfolded nationwide. Post-Awakening of Spiritual Energy, Zhongxia had fortified its social stability through ruthless efficiency. Officials prioritized detaining unregistered otherworldly beings over diplomatic niceties. Public sympathy held little weight against creatures manifesting unpredictably across cities.
Major nations followed suit. Lacking Zhongxia’s omnipresent Sky Net system, they compensated with dense camera networks. Wanted notices flooded news channels, bounty offers galvanizing civilian hunters. While tier two Practitioners remained rare on Blue Star, hordes of low-tier adepts and ordinary citizens proved eager to chase rewards.
The otherworldly arrivals—scattered randomly across nations—soon learned no sanctuary existed. When global leaders convened digitally, smaller nations lingered as silent observers. The holy alliance and African Alliance dominated discussions, their divine backers and resources dwarfing pre-Awakening geopolitical hierarchies.
The conference’s unspoken context hung heavy: Blue Star’s population had plummeted by thirty percent during the Cataclysm. Now, with continents expanded yet cities emptier, even populous nations like Zhongxia and India felt hauntingly vacant. Urban fortifications alone prevented total societal fragmentation—islands of light in wildernesses reclaimed by silence.
“Zhongxia has reported seven hundred sixty missing persons due to recent spatial anomalies, with five hundred sixty individuals from Another World captured and seventy-four still at large.”
“The Kingdom of England counts three hundred sixty-five missing persons and has apprehended one hundred ninety-six otherworlders…”
“India reports thirty-five missing persons and seven captured otherworlders…”
“America documents four hundred ninety-six missing persons with three hundred thirty-six interlopers detained…”
“Egypt lists one hundred seventy-nine missing persons and sixty-seven captured…”
“Within the holy alliance nations, seven hundred twelve missing persons are recorded with four hundred two otherworlders apprehended…”
Nations continued reporting domestic disappearance statistics, though the figures’ authenticity remained questionable. Not all missing persons had crossed into other dimensions—some were ordinary disappearances. Yet all cases became statistics in these reports under the pretense of interdimensional concerns.
Among these nations, Zhongxia’s data stood as most credible. Its omnipresent Sky Net surveillance system—reportedly expanding further—encompassed not just urban cameras, but drone camera networks patrolling camera-restricted zones. Critical areas even utilized floating satellites for aerial monitoring. Though not achieving full 360° coverage, its 350° observational capacity proved formidable.
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Ye Linlang dismissed the holographic report with a flicker of fingertips, suppressing a yawn. Everything progressed according to design—perhaps she could relax temporarily? Wait a month before next review? Her index finger tapped rhythmically against her jaw as darker calculations unfolded behind languid eyelids.
The Primordial Sea’s nature unfolded in her mind’s eye—a cosmic glass sphere nurturing fragment worlds, realm worlds, and universe worlds, each birthed with symbiotic world consciousness. Shattered or consumed worlds meant death for these sentient forces.
Classification tiers zero through seventeen governed these realities. Tier zero worlds—lowest yet most malleable—evolved into Tier One upon choosing technological or Spiritual Energy development paths. From Tier One to Fourteen, worlds siphoned void energy from the Primordial Sea, growth constrained by innate limitations.
The alternative? Consumption. Devour weaker peers, equals, even superiors—this predatory ascent defined the climb toward Tier Fourteen. Ye Linlang likened Tiers One through Thirteen to energy reservoirs, amassing source power until critical mass propelled ascension to Fourteen.
Here arose the cosmic bottleneck: every nascent world consciousness instinctively knew higher-tier worlds numbered few within the Primordial Sea. Beyond Tier Fourteen, consuming lesser worlds’ source power became futile—Blue Star’s hypothetical ascension would necessitate challenging elder world consciousnesses.
Remembering her audacious vow to elevate Blue Star to Tier Seventeen, Ye Linlang’s lips twitched with self-mockery. Such naivete—yet millennia spanned between current schemes and that distant ambition. Her fingers brushed the floating document titled “Millennial Plan” that materialized before her.
True peril emerged post-Tier Nine—the inevitable emergence of immortal-level beings. Blue Star’s Practitioners alone couldn’t withstand such trials. Miscalculations might force her, the “creator goddess,” into direct deific conflict.
Hence the Farming Plan encompassing Heavenly Inquiry World and Outlets World—training grounds for Blue Star’s forces. Once Practitioners mastered World War strategies, Ye Linlang could withdraw until Tier Nine approached. More pressing matters demanded attention: ensuring the Millennial Plan’s success, deciphering universal laws to permeate Blue Star’s cosmos with true Spiritual Energy.
The Farming Plan served dual purposes—cultivating source power and talent. Ideal scenarios yielded fresh energy reserves; acceptable alternatives produced elite ascendants. Any breaching their world’s confines to reach Blue Star earned their native realm source power incentives—encouraging vigorous talent cultivation.
Conquered worlds joined this grand experiment too. Their consciousnesses consumed, source power largely preserved, populations repurposed. Ye Linlang’s philosophy embraced expansion—subordinate worlds multiplied like tributaries feeding an empire. “Multiverse of countless worlds” would manifest through her designs, Blue Star reigning supreme.
“System,” she mused, tracing invisible patterns in the air, “explore active scanning protocols—predatory lures. We can’t eternally await invaders.” Her smile turned vulpine. “Consider deep-sea anglerfish: luminous deceptions ensnaring dimwitted prey. Let’s adopt such… persuasive illumination.”
【Your Excellency, the Major Deity, clarify parameters for metaphorical fishing.】
“Fabricate false fragment world signatures,” she purred. “Broadcast weakness to attract scavenger worlds. When they come plundering…” White teeth gleamed. “We reverse the consumption. Unless we exploit our current ‘fragment world’ disguise, future universal Spiritual Energy saturation will deny such opportunities.”
The creator goddess leaned back, interstellar maps reflecting in her eyes. Cosmic chess required patient predation—and she intended to checkmate eternity itself.
