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Chapter 65: The Ugly Scene of World Destruction

After roughly determining what the original form of this world was and removing the veil on top of this world, Ron nodded and looked at Victor and said, "Go on."

"You act like my boss."

Victor pouted and asked Ron if he wanted to try his drink. After seeing that Ron was not interested in this low-temperature solution, Victor clapped his hands, and a small robot beside him brought some low-temperature desserts such as ice cream and popsicles.

It wasn't poisonous, so Ron picked up a popsicle and handed it to Ciri, then ate it while looking at Victor.

Victor said:
"Then things started to move faster. Because the war between Atlantis and the Amazons was launched too quickly, Europe fell, and countries around the world began to panic. The United Nations, led by the United States, began to try to negotiate with Atlantis and the Amazons. But unfortunately, these two countries were fighting for the purpose of ruling the entire world, so the talks broke down."

"Then, something no one expected happened. The sea water was polluted, and the first to be affected were the Atlanteans. They quickly fled to the land, occupied Australia, and built a huge seawall on the periphery. Although it is not very clear, from the intelligence intercepted by Batman, it seems that the sea water was cursed by something."

"In the end, this is what you see."

Looking around, Victor said indifferently: "The cursed seawater entered the entire world through the water cycle. The first group of people who came into contact with the seawater developed mental symptoms to varying degrees, such as schizophrenia, aphasia, Parkinson's disease, etc. Later, the body was deformed, and people had no choice but to start drinking filtered water. Then the air was also infected by the curse..."

"In the end, all countries built high walls with large cities as the center to prevent anything from the outside world that might be cursed from entering the walls. And the wall of Gotham was built by that stinky bat."

"That looks pretty good. It's self-sufficient. At least Gotham is still maintaining the most basic order."

Through many cameras, Ron took a look at the general situation of Gotham City.

Although it was decadent and rotten, and filled with the despair and dejection of the impending doomsday, but generally speaking, except for some people who were driven crazy, most people were still lingering on. So much so that... many religions emerged.

Looking at the picture on the screen, Victor's mouth also showed a sarcastic smile:

"Isn't it interesting? The world is about to be destroyed, and these guys are still interested in religion. The one on the far left is the Church of Divine Grace, which believes that all curses are punishments from God. All you need to do is accept these curses and your soul will be freed."

"The guy next to me is a bit like the ascetic monk during the Black Death. He would beat himself against the wall whenever he had nothing to do. He thought that the harder he beat himself, the more likely he would get God's forgiveness."

"Well, the one on the right is there to collect money. I don't know what's the point of collecting gold and silver treasures at this time."

"That guy over there is a drug addict. Their leader is selling drugs like crazy. He hopes to die of pleasure before the end of the world."

Victor raised his chin as he spoke: "And here comes the funniest thing, the Bat Cult! A religion that believes Batman can save them all – it made me laugh to death when I found out about it. These idiots have been driven crazy by Doomsday, there's no hope, yet they actually believe that Batman can save them?! That guy was already crazy when he first appeared decades ago, hahahaha!"

Ron touched his chin with interest. He was still interested in this kind of religion that was formed based on people's desire for survival in the tense doomsday.

Thinking of this, Ron also asked: "Didn't Batman do anything?"

"I don't care about this if I give it to him. For that guy, at least these junk can make these idiots quiet for a while before they die. Of course, it's not that I don't care at all."

Victor spread his hands, leaned back in his chair, drank some water and said:
"There was a happy religion before, that wanted to have a good time before the world was destroyed. They took drugs and killed people and had promiscuous sex, just like a bunch of monkeys. But you know what, the speed of its spread was beyond imagination. But they didn't have much time to have fun before Batman hung them all on telephone poles." "That scene, wow, it was terrible. They were hung all night long."

"Some people take so many drugs that their brains go haywire, their intestines are spilling out and they're still going crazy."

Hearing this, Ron nodded in understanding.

"To achieve the final order in the apocalypse through fear and despair... it's really Batman's style."

"Yeah, I think so too. So, should we pay the bill?"

"Of course, I am a person with a strong sense of contract."

Ron took out the remaining few grams of white frost and handed it to Victor:

"Come to think of it, it seems that all these dead people in Freeze Alley survived through gadgets, right?"

Looking at a particle collider-like device deep in the laboratory, Ron said, "This is the first time I've seen the combination of modern science and secret energy technology."

"Mystical energy? You mean magic? The low temperature generator is the information and materials sponsored by the stinky bat." Victor said indifferently:

"He should be quite familiar with this stuff. He must have tried to resurrect the dead many times. Hmm, maybe he is the one who made the world what it is now? I'm not sure, but it's always right to suspect."

"Are you interested? I can sell you the design drawings as long as you can give me more of this thing called white frost~"

As he spoke, Victor gently inhaled a little into his nose, and then his eyes showed relief. The scene suddenly became a little weird.

After thinking about it, Ron said, "Okay, but I'm not interested in freezing the generator."

"So what are you interested in?"

"you."

"I?"

Hearing this, he hesitated for a moment, looked at Ron, and Victor's eyes showed some thought. After thinking for a while, Victor gritted his teeth and said awkwardly:

"Although I'm not interested in this aspect, and even feel a little disgusted. But considering those things called white frost... it's not impossible. But you have to be quick, I'm cold from the inside out, my rectum is cold, and if I'm a little slow when I poop, it will turn into a chocolate popsicle."

Looking at the half-eaten hazelnut chocolate popsicle in her hand, Ciri fell into a long silence.

(End of this chapter)