Reincarnation Master

"I am the President of the Federation-Fang Xian, I am very sad to tell all the citizens of the Federation, an unfortunate news..."

　　……

　　 Looking at the pictures in the memory of the three, Fang Xian was silent for a moment.

　　 The person named Fangxian and that face are indeed very familiar to him. Although it is not his future face, it is the face in the interstellar world!

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

"No... I was dead at the time, and my flesh and blood were sacrificed to the giant eyes of the starry sky. The true spirit was reincarnated, leaving nothing at all... Maybe he was pretending to be me? Can there be such a bad taste, and he specifically targeted me Gods, besides the **** of all phenomena, I can’t think of the second one..."

"But there is a more terrifying possibility. Maybe, He is pretending to be me, or maybe, He really replaced me on another timeline? It's not possible... I become Daro, and my timeline is complete. In the closed loop, although there are some small flaws in this world, it will not be easily replaced..."

　　 Fangxian thought quickly: "Sure enough... the cataclysm in this world is inseparable from the **** of all phenomena... He wiped out most of the living things with dust and then reset the universe?"

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

　　 "And what is the purpose of the **** of all things?"

　　……

　　 Fangxian thought for a while, and continued to look at the dream town.

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

　　 Dunjun knelt down and saw Smith and Vivian disappear.

　　 They have completed their tasks and returned to different countries.

　　 This scene made him feel a little lost.

　　 Immediately afterwards, another babble came.

"what!"

　　 Dunjun’s eyes were bloodshot, and blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, almost exploding.

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

　　 That disease, the plague named ‘dust’, is spread through ‘content’!

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

　　 This is a mental illness! It has horror characteristics that can be spread by knowing it!

　　 And although the disease on his own body was resolved, it was only suppressed by the power of the great.

simply put.

　　 If Dunjun describes the ‘dust disease’ information to others, he will be fine, but it will definitely lead to the spread of dust disease.

　　‘This seems...it’s an opportunity! ’

　　‘I have a powerful weapon... a weapon that can easily subvert the rule of the upper city...’

　　 Dunjun's face showed a slightly crazy smile.

　　 Although he seems to be addicted to the various enjoyments of Shangcheng, in the bottom of his heart, he has not forgotten that wish.

　　 A plan to break the rule of the Shangcheng District and make the Lower District no longer so bad.

'It is feasible. Even the prehistoric civilization can't resist the dust disease. The Extraordinary in the upper city can't do the same... And the natural blockade of the upper city and the lower city can cause a certain degree of isolation... the upper class people, how Will the lower class know what illness they have? ’

　　‘This is an opportunity. Even if it loses control in the end, as long as everyone believes in the immortal god, it will be fine...’

　　 Dunjun didn't notice, his eyes became a little crazy.

　　 Fangxian looked at this scene, feeling a little ashamed: ‘Is this... was it affected by what I just said? ’

　　 Although he only delivered some normal messages, he was half crazy!

　　 There is a crazy factor in reason.

　　 Coupled with the personality of a great person, even believers who just listen to his voice will suffer pain, but they are willing to never get tired, and seem to have awakened some strange hobby.

　　 Other than that, if you listen too much, you may be affected by the hidden craziness and become a little crazy and neurotic.

　　‘Normal...Who would have thought of using such a weapon? ’

'Furthermore, it's too crude... There is no guarantee that it will not spread or be injured by mistake. If you are not careful, this civilization will also be destroyed... I have not much power to break the seal. I can save a few, but I cannot save tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands. ...'

　　 Fangxian smiled at the corner of his mouth: "But...what does it matter to me?"

　　 The demise of Shangcheng District is indeed an opportunity for Dunjun, or 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.

　　 Dunjun returned to the feast, Yi Rong came to an extraordinary trading market.

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

　　He knows that it looks like a black market, but in fact it is still controlled by the core district council.

　　 Everything in the entire Steam City is under the control of the council.

　　 Thinking so, he walked into a room.

　　 "Guest...what do you need to sell or buy?"

　　 A tuxedo waiter greeted him immediately.

　　 "Sell a piece of information, obtained from the ruins exploration!"

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

　　 The corners of his mouth were raised, knowing that this place is also controlled by the core area, and the big guys would not even buy, but directly read the information he gave.

　　 Dunjun smiled deeper and deeper, holding paper and pen, scribbling down information about dust disease.

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

　　 "I will sell it here~www.readwn.com~Everyone who spends 100 yuan can see it."

　　 Dunjun smiled slightly, and after speaking, he left the house directly.

　　The seeds have been planted, and then just wait for the plague to ferment.

　　……

　　 Underground, core area.

　　 A palm covered with precious rings of various colors gently stroked the seat.

　　He lives high above the throne, rules the City of Steam, and rules everything here.

　　 Even the extravagant life in Shangcheng District is nothing to him.

　　 With his slender and powerful palms flipping through the documents, his eyes suddenly condensed, and a look of interest appeared: "Prehistoric ruins, part of the truth about the cataclysm?"

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

　　 After stuffing the long tube into the passage, a series of machinery suddenly started to operate.

　　 After the long tube was transported, it came to a place underground. The huge difference engine and the analysis engine roared, and the robotic arm sorted out the messages.

　　 In a secret compartment, the news received only today was sent to the conveyor belt, quickly transported, through the pipe, to his table.

Snapped!

　　 An iron box opened, and brand new information emerged.

　　 He grabbed the letterhead with enjoyment and began to read it in detail, his expression becoming confused: "Dust sickness?"