Chapter 1064: Chapter 256: The Demon in the Mind (Part 2)

Because they believe this rebellion will end sooner or later, and those who control the family during the rebellion will establish a new High-tier Council and become the new rulers of the Holy City.

"In other words, they are unwilling to temporarily hand over the family’s military power to the Ministry of Justice and the Sanctuary of Logic."

The bald man read the deeper meaning in Vedis’ words.

The assassination of High-tier Council members did not bring any change to the family, and they will be exposed under the Holy Master’s scrutiny, revealing their ugliest and most depraved side.

However, such a result is not surprising, as the High-level Council had previously treated the Ministry of Justice and the Sanctuary of Logic as their lackeys to command, and now how could they endure having them dispatch the Holy City’s forces?

After the transmission nodes were sabotaged, they were already at an absolute military disadvantage, and the family still had to use their extremely limited forces for internal bickering.

This shamed the bald man, yet he couldn’t blame anything, because if he hadn’t been lucky enough to survive the airborne car accident, his family would be no different from the others.

"What about the demons those people mentioned?"

Ethan asked.

He had no interest in the power struggle; the only thing making him uneasy was the information extracted from the brain of that action Commander—the Marshal’s flagship was boarded by a humanoid creature cloaked all in black, whose appearance couldn’t be discerned, before heading to the First Special District. It promised the Marshal that when they launched the attack, the Lord of the Holy City would be banished to another space.

Even in the Magic Realm, the term demon is not common; it vaguely points to a familiar figure.

— Damn Sincaro.

In fact, since the last farewell, Sincaro has disappeared without a trace. Even the Lofic Consortium seems to have faintly freed itself from the control of this Old God.

"There’s no clue for now."

Vedis looked ashamed, "The rebels also cut off our communication devices, and the starport was destroyed in the previous explosion. We can’t contact the Core World or the Edge World to get military support from there."

For the Holy City, this was undoubtedly the worst day.

Ethan felt he had asked the Holy City Navy the wrong question earlier. The right question should have been, apart from the family, the Ministry of Justice, and the Sanctuary of Logic, who else did not participate in this rebellion?

Vedis claimed they couldn’t contact the Edge World or Core World, yet Ethan believed that region was even more of a disaster area, especially the Edge World, which may have long become a hotbed for rebellion.

Vedis hesitated, pondered repeatedly, and finally made up her mind to say, "Do you know if you can contact the First Lady? The family won’t take orders from the Ministry of Justice or the Sanctuary, but perhaps the First Lady can change their minds."

"I can try to contact her."

...............

On the other side.

"Fascinating, isn’t it?"

The Seventh Chair stood by the window, the distant mushroom cloud had dissipated long ago, representing that the Holy City Navy had completed their initial tactical objective, and the orbital bombardment had leveled the starport of the First Special District. With all transmission nodes shut down, this city has completely become an isolated island.

But to the Seventh Chair, what was truly fascinating was that they had managed to bypass the insight of the Lord of the Holy City, an existence claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent, unable to foresee the conspiracy happening right under Their nose. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He couldn’t share his joy with others because those monkeys simply couldn’t comprehend the joy brought by this strategic victory. The false Bliss Gas and artificially synthesized brain chemical reactions cannot compare, but the Seventh Chair believed that the First Lady present in the same room at this moment would surely understand his ecstasy.

"After all, it’s a civilization created by you single-handedly."

This was the highest compliment the Seventh Chair could think of, "You personally built a cage for everyone, created a warden, step by step turning Them into the omniscient and omnipotent Divine Spirit in the eyes of the people."

This was undoubtedly the greatest achievement a human body could attain; even the First Lady had long transcended humanity, reaching another level.

"However, the omniscience and omnipotence of the Lord of the Holy City must be built upon the framework you constructed for Them, all calculations, all predictions, derived from absolute control—yet once someone steps out of this framework, Their omniscient and omnipotent powers fail."

The Seventh Chair shook his head, "Indeed, They couldn’t perceive the long-standing rift between the Holy City Navy and the High-tier Council, unable to foresee how these gaps would be easily exploited and become the spark for instigating rebellion."

"Those family members sent to the Edge World, filled with compassion...?"

"First Lady, I’m glad you asked; they’re all part of my experiments."

His emotions rose further, the Seventh Chair rejoiced at this wonderful moment, sharing the room with the First Lady—she immediately saw through the secret he had long hidden from the High-tier Council and went straight to the point, while those monkeys could only be played by him, even blaming each other.

"If the Lord of the Holy City can manipulate human brains, turning all negative emotions into happiness, then why can’t I? Pardon my offense, but technically speaking, this is not a profound method, and the truly critical part lies in how I deceive Their eyes."

The more the Seventh Chair spoke, the happier he became, he couldn’t help but spread his arms, for he was facing the First Lady—though eccentric, she was an idol to every member of the Origin Society.

The achievements obtained by the First Lady were like a lighthouse illuminating everyone’s path.

And now, he believed he could keep pace with the First Lady, even...slightly ahead. "It may sound pretentious to you, but the Lord of the Holy City is your creation, and I have fooled Their eyes, does that mean I’ve surpassed you?"

—"Jingle jingle, jingle jingle jingle—"

The pleasant ringing of a phone interrupted this exhilarating conversation, a sudden interference that made the Seventh Chair frown with displeasure, and what he couldn’t bear was the First Lady actually answering the phone at such an important moment.

"Hello? Yes, coming back, grilled sauce for chicken leg burgers, no spice for popcorn chicken, mm, kiss."

Just those few sentences left the Seventh Chair’s mind blank. He doubted whether his ocular implant was malfunctioning because he actually saw a human expression on the First Lady’s cold face. The moment the call was answered, her lips curved upwards, a smile of joy unreservedly spread across her face.

That was a happy smile.

He couldn’t imagine how much Bliss Gas the First Lady had inhaled to produce such a strong illusion.

No, Bliss Gas alone couldn’t explain her transformation; she must have injected stronger drugs into her vein.

"Your mind has become sluggish."

After the call was disconnected, the excitement and elation on the Seventh Chair’s face had long disappeared. He said with a grim face, "Or are you already tired of your identity, that you abuse your own brain like this?"

He saw the First Lady rise and attempt to leave, lightly sliding a finger over her wristwatch, and the small meeting room door instantly locked, "If you are tired of everything, I would be happy to take over your brain and carry forward everything you know!"

This was the reason he asked the First Lady to witness the promotion.

He still craved everything she knew, especially the research results on Node Space.

The Seventh Chair raised his voice; he tried to make his voice sound fierce, initially as a threat, but really to bolster his own courage, "You should note that you can no longer shut down my implants unilaterally, right?"

He stared into her eyes intently, wanting to get an answer from them.

"You didn’t fool anyone."

Finally, the First Lady stopped; this was her first direct evaluation of him today. She pointed to his brain, calmly stating, "If what you desire is an equal dialogue, let those things in there come out and see me...though that said, for a normal human, you’re doing quite well, promotion review passed, congratulations, from today you’re the Second Chair."

The closed meeting room door couldn’t stop the First Lady’s path. She merely touched the door panel with her fingertips, the alloy door transformed into an ice sculpture, immediately turning into scattered ice shards.

The Seventh Chair was horrified; this was something he had never seen before, something closer to Magic.

"I need to return."

The First Lady walked toward the door without looking back, "My husband is still waiting for me to come back for dinner."