Enforcer's Handbook

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

The image of the Tide Cultists on the stage changed at some point. They took off their gray robes and put on weird costumes. Each of them wore a smiling mask. After the show ended, they sincerely paid tribute to the Emperor. ’ This was the only one in the audience who bowed in greeting.

Even the girl who was thrown into the waves not long ago returned to the performance stage. She was wearing 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.

The whisper is close to my ears, or more accurately, it fills this weird world like a narration.

“Pah, pah, pah, pah—”

When the applause started, the actors on the stage finally started the next action.

The sailing ship to the Misty Islands was not the only performance they had prepared, the Emperor also saw more.

He saw an even more bizarre world.

A world shrouded in vegetation, where humans are reduced to being kept as food reserves.

There are also cities that have sunk to 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. They have the characteristics of underwater creatures. They have dark blue skin and their faces look like octopuses.

Finally, there is a cold mechanical city, which looks very similar to the first area. It seems to have evolved from the first area. In that mechanical city, even every part of the human body has become For goods that can be traded, most people's bodies have been replaced by machines, and only the remaining brains have been stored.

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

They are no longer the masters of this world and 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 the identity of Whisper - he was the manager of this theater, and the performers wearing masks were his employees.

This is a place where the past and the future are recorded... the Emmanuel Theatre, which was its name before the Third War.

The narrator abides by his duty and answers the Emperor's doubts, You were not chosen by God the Father and should not have appeared here.

This is where you twisted the minds of those orphans.

The Emperor suddenly said.

Even if his heart is extremely tough, he will inevitably be affected by the desperate world they present, not to mention those orphans who are not yet mentally mature.

Twisted? I just showed them the future and let them understand an undoubted fact. Only Father God can change everything you just saw. As for you, you are a fallen person who has betrayed your faith. Look at you What it looks like now.”

The Narrator's tone was filled with pity.

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

Transforming his body and constantly implanting prosthetics until every part of his body is replaced by machinery and becomes a complete mechanical creation. This is the process of fall.

He also suddenly realized that this had nothing to do with right or wrong, good or evil, but the direction in which they were heading.

Just like what every rescuer knows before entering the department.

Spiritual energy, prosthetic body, physical body, each of them will move forward along one of the three paths.

Before that, he had been firmly on the path to spirituality.

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

You need to go to the Misty Isles.

Faced with the commanding tone of the narrator, the Emperor did not speak.

This was his purpose of traveling all the way from District 1 to Silvermoon Port, but now that it was said from the other party's mouth in this way, it always made him feel a little uncomfortable.

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

Then you put what I saw into a play like you just did?

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

said the narrator.

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 the bed in Silver Moon Harbor Hospital. In fact, it is still unknown whether the Lingguang Theater Club actually 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 desperate world.

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

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

He was also a psychic.

But now, he is no longer pure. The degree of his prosthetic transformation is even comparable to that of the mechanical creation Desolate Bones. The parts that belong to him have also been replaced in the prosthetic implant surgeries. All that remains now is his brain.

The Emperor knew that he was destined to be unable to find the source of the whispers here immediately, and faced the Father God mentioned by the narrator directly, because he had been kicked out of the theater after all the performances.

When his consciousness returned to his body, he opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling of the port hospital. Everything that happened just now seemed to be just a dream.

The operating system automatically completed the restart process, and then he recognized the fragrance filling the air.

For him, his sense of smell had already changed.

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

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

Not long after, the Emperor witnessed the magic of fish bone porridge with his own eyes.

Diego's complexion improved, and the ulcerated parts of his body began to scab and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This couldn't be explained at all from a scientific point of view, but it was happening right in front of his eyes.

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

From the words of the narration of the Lingguang Theater Club, he felt that their Father God was trying to make spiritual energy the only way in this world, but what did their Father God do?

He did not promise power to his most devout followers, nor encourage them to declare their presence to the world.

Instead, a recipe for fish bone porridge was shared with them.

This can't help but make the Emperor suspicious.

Doubting their God the Father...

Are you really trying to fight for this world?

Small theater one hundred and fifty-eight:

Thursday, a certain day of a certain year, a certain day, in the morning.

As soon as the coalition government's new policy was launched, there was an outcry from every department office.

Many employees who were nearing retirement were eating hot pot and singing songs when they suddenly heard that their working hours would be extended. They were the first to suffer.

For those departments that lick blood on the tip of a knife or are stationed in the outside world, this is tantamount to a slap in the head.

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

Minister Song, think of a way!

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

In their opinion, Song Lan is the only person they can trust.

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

I'm already thinking of a way.

Song Lan responded that in fact, this new policy had no impact on him personally, because he had no intention of retiring until he reached the legal retirement age.

Minister, what are you going to do?

People finally saw hope.

First of all, we need to unite people together. Fighting alone is no longer suitable for this era. I have convinced 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 was not easy to convince her.

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