Law Enforcer's Handbook

"Emperor" looked around and found that he was the only one in the audience.

The images of the Tidal Cultists on the stage changed at some point. They took off their gray robes and put on weird crew costumes. Each of them wore a smiley face mask. 』The only audience member bowed.

Even the girl who was thrown into the waves not long ago returned to the performance stage. She wore a mask like everyone around her, and her gender could only be vaguely identified from her body shape.

"Now, please applaud, this is the most basic etiquette."

Whispers are close at hand, or more accurately, they fill this eerie world like narration.

"Crack, clap clap clap—"

After the applause sounded, the actors on the stage finally started the next action.

The sailing to the Isles of the Mist wasn't the only show they had in store, the Emperor had seen more.

He saw a more bizarre world.

A world shrouded in vegetation, where human beings are reduced to being fed food reserves.

There are also cities that have sunk into the bottom of the sea. The inhabitants of the bottom of the sea have mutated in the process of being forgotten for a long time, and the characteristics of sea creatures appear on their bodies. They have dark blue skin and their faces look like octopuses.

In the end, there is a cold mechanical city, which looks very similar to the first district, and seems to have evolved from the first district. In that mechanical city, even every part of the human body has become Goods that can be traded, the bodies of most people are replaced by machines, and the only remaining brains are stored.

The "Emperor" gradually realized that no matter which world he was in, the fate of human beings was extremely bleak.

They are no longer the masters of this world, they have become lambs to be slaughtered.

"where is this place?"

The "Emperor" didn't need to speak, his thoughts were conveyed to the other party, and he gradually understood Whisper's identity - he is the manager of this theater, and those performers wearing masks are his employees.

"This is the place where the past and the future are recorded... Emmanuel Theater, that was its name before the Third War."

The narrator abided by his duties and answered the "Emperor"'s doubts, "You were not chosen by God the Father, so you shouldn't be here."

"It's here that you twist the minds of the orphans."

"Emperor" suddenly said.

Even his inner strength is bound to be affected by the hopeless world they present, not to mention the immature orphans.

"Distortion? I just showed them the future, let them understand an undoubted fact, only God the Father can change everything you just saw, as for you, you are a fallen person who deviated from the faith, look at you The way it is now."

The voice of the "narrator" is full of pity.

At this moment, the "emperor" finally understood the true meaning of "fallen man".

Transforming the body, continuously implanting prosthetic bodies, until every part of his body is replaced by machinery, becoming a complete mechanical creation, this is the process of "fallen".

He also suddenly realized that this has nothing to do with right and wrong, but with the direction they are heading.

Just like the knowledge that every rescuer knows before entering the department.

Psionic energy, prosthetic body, flesh, each of them will advance along one of the three paths.

Before that, he had firmly walked on the path of psionic energy.

"I think you didn't call me here just to criticize my choice."

"You need to go to the Misty Isles."

Facing the commanding tone of the "narrator", the "emperor" did not speak.

This was originally his purpose of coming to Silvermoon Harbor from the first district, but now he said it from the other party's mouth in this way, which always made him feel a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

The "narrator" continued his order, "You must record everything you see and become a witness."

"Then you're going to make a repertoire of what I've seen just like you did just now?"

"As I said, this is a place to record the past and the future."

The Narrator said.

Although he was unhappy, the "Emperor" could do nothing about it.

Because he knows that what exists here is only his consciousness, and his body is still lying on a hospital bed in Yinyuegang Hospital. In fact, it is still unknown whether the Lingguang Theater Club really exists.

But at least, he knew the identity and purpose of these whispers.

They are also preachers of "God", preaching that only their Father God can save this hopeless world.

At the same time, "Emperor" had a new understanding of faith.

What he is experiencing is not just a struggle for fame and power. The real purpose of those whispers seems to be to compete for the future of this world, and the Lingguang Drama Club undoubtedly hopes that spiritual ability will eventually become the benchmark for measuring everything in this world.

He used to be a psychic too.

But now, he is no longer pure, and the degree of his prosthetic body transformation is even comparable to the mechanical creation of "Desolate Bone". All that remains today is his brain.

The "Emperor" knew that he was doomed not to be able to find the source of the whispers here immediately, and face the Father God mentioned in the "narration", because he had already been driven out of the theater after all the performances were over.

Consciousness returned to his body, he opened his eyes, and what he saw was the white ceiling in the port hospital. Everything that happened just now seemed to be really just a dream.

The operating system automatically completed the restart work, and then he recognized the fragrance in the air.

For him, the sense of smell has long since changed.

He can easily distinguish all the ingredients contained in these aromas, but he can no longer simply enjoy the smell of fish bone porridge like ordinary people.

Diago's companion came back, and with the recipe she inherited from "Father God", she cooked a bowl of steaming fish bone porridge for Diago, hoping that he can recover soon.

Not long after, "Emperor" witnessed the magic of fish bone porridge.

Diego's complexion improved, and the festering part of his body was beginning to scab and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From a scientific point of view, this couldn't be explained at all, but it was happening right before his eyes.

However, the "emperor" who witnessed this scene suddenly fell into confusion again.

From the words of the "narration" of the Lingguang Drama Club, he felt that their "father god" was trying to make psionic energy the only way in this world, but what did their father god do?
No power was promised to his most devout followers, nor was he urged to proclaim their existence to the world.

Instead, shared the fish bone porridge recipe with them.

This can't help but make the "Emperor" suspicious.

Doubting their Father God...

Are you really trying to compete for this world?
Small Theater ITS 150 VIII:

On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Thursday, morning.

As soon as the coalition government's new policy was launched, all offices of the department suddenly burst into mourning.

Many employees who were about to retire were eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly heard that their working hours were extended, and they were the first to be the victims.

For those departments that lick blood on the tip of a knife or are resident in the "outside", this is tantamount to a blow to them.

Not surprisingly, Song Lan's office became the new stronghold of the victims, and even people from other departments gathered here.

"Minister Song, think of a way!"

Throughout the whole morning, Song Lan heard this sentence from countless people.

In their view, Song Lan was the only person they could trust.

But Song Lan's condition didn't look very good today, he had obvious dark circles, and he looked listless.

"I've been thinking of ways."

Song Lan responded that, actually, this new policy had no effect on him, because he planned to retire before reaching the legal retirement age.

"Minister, what are you going to do?"

People finally see hope.

"First of all, we need to unite people. Going it alone is not suitable for this era. I have persuaded Minister Lu's counterintelligence department to help us cover."

"Minister Lu? Isn't she a workaholic..."

People blurted out that they felt that Minister Lu must be a strong supporter of this new policy.

"It's not easy persuading her."

Song Lan's voice became weaker and weaker, "It took me a lot of effort to fight with each other."