I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

Just like [Savior] Yu Yuan, he reverse-evolves the life force obtained by the people swallowed by [Disaster] to achieve the miracle of [Resurrection] that is impossible to achieve under normal conditions.

[World Soul] If they want to resurrect their gods, they naturally need some anchor points for reverse evolution.

[Fragments of the World] must be the best choice.

But this still sounds too fanciful. Maybe in the 20 years after the [Locust Disaster], they have not given up trying in this direction, but they have all failed.

So where are the variables?

Now that we already have [Fragments of the World], which can provide both an anchor point and a source of miracles, there is only one variable left.

A [Savior] is needed to initiate this plan.

In other words, there is no need for a [Savior]. After all, Yu Yuan has already sacrificed his life. Maybe it is enough to have someone who controls the power of [Miracle].

In other words, they need a [Hero].

But it is a pity that all heroes are equivalent to existences directly under the [Alaya Consciousness]. No matter what price they try to pay, it is unlikely that any [hero] will assist their experiment.

And if at this time, they learned about the [Artificial Miracle Project]...

The reasoning completes the closed loop.

Recreate a [Savior] through the [Artificial Miracle Project] and assist them in completing the miracles that the [Savior] completed during the locust plague 30 years ago, and realize the ambition of the [Soul of the World] Order.

This is their way of resurrecting the gods.

But now it seems that it is a pity that something went wrong in their plan, and the result was the destruction of the entire Ge Religion.

Ful's calculation ends here.

And now, with Hartz's investigation mission, he discovered those abandoned laboratories, and then based on the remaining data of that laboratory, he investigated more than 70 research institutes and finally found the existence of No. 15.

It seems... there are no more doubts?

Even if the No. 15 individual loses his memory, the safety assessment is only marginal. Under the premise that [World Soul] is completely destroyed, there should be no shocking conspiracy.

So why is the Federation still so nervous?

Fu'er told Sylvia his reasoning, and she nodded in agreement, and then told him a little secret.

According to her, this little secret is a common knowledge among all people who work for the Federation or within this system.

There is only one prerequisite for the federation to activate such strict confidentiality measures.

Issues related to the survival of the world.

"The survival of the world... But since we don't know where the crisis comes from, how can we know what is the issue of the survival of the world?"

"Isn't this simple? Through some unreasonable things!"

Sylvia picked up the alarm clock beside Ful's bed and set the time to close to midnight.

"Among the many numbered objects contained in the shelter, there is such an object. It is a huge grandfather clock, and when the time of this clock points to midnight, it represents the end of the world."

"Every second of the clock represents one year left in the world. From this, the Federation will calculate the distance between the world and the end based on the time until midnight."

"So correspondingly, if the clock suddenly jumps towards midnight for a period of time, it means that something that can threaten the survival of the world has happened."

"This is Contained Item No. 012: [Doomsday Clock]."

Sylvia placed the alarm clock set to 11:59 in front of Fu'er and said seriously.

"So, whether there is something wrong with No. 15 himself, or there is a third party involved, there must be something that has not yet been investigated, threatening the survival of the world. You should understand."

Fu'er looked at the alarm clock that was moving towards midnight and nodded seriously.

"But the enemy is in the open and we are in the dark. How can we do this? Don't we have the upper hand now? This is too difficult."

The slate man said distressedly.

"No, actually it's not like we've completely taken advantage of it."

Fu'er said thoughtfully.

"No matter what, at least we have a bit of a head start."

"Om-"

Before Fu Er could continue speaking, his cell phone suddenly rang.

When I opened it, I saw it was from Hartz.

"Hello? Old man, what's wrong?"

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

"Okay, send it to me, I understand..."

After a while, Ful ended the call and showed a serious expression.

"what happened?"

"The treatment plan for No. 15 has come out and will be transferred to the research institute of this certificate world for follow-up investigation."

"That's right...but won't there be any problems with his mental state?"

Fu'er shook his head and said.

"Didn't I just say that at least there is still a little bit, that we have a head start?"

Fu'er closed the computer, stood up, and said.

"No matter what the situation is, NO.15 must be a special existence. Either he himself is a threat to the world, or he is a part of the conspiracy behind it."

"But no matter what it is, it's definitely not a good thing to be thinking about him now."

Fu'er clicked the phone screen twice and showed the list sent by Harts and compiled by a certain scholar to Slate Man and Sylvia.

There are several lists, including scholars, businessmen, and politicians. They have different identities, but they all believe that No. 15 is a precious sample and should be sent back to the original world for in-depth research.

To the point of sacrificing his own interests in exchange for the right to speak in the discussion council, NO.15 was immediately escorted back.

No matter how you look at it, it looks suspicious.

"Would it look a little too deliberate?"

The slate man asked doubtfully.

Doesn’t this seem like a clear sign that there is something wrong with you?

"But no matter what, the resolution was indeed passed, so we only have one choice -"

Ful shrugged his shoulders and said.

"It seems that I have to take another long vacation..."

Two days later, NO.15 will be escorted back to this world, an institutional facility in the United States. He will be placed in its affiliated hospital, where follow-up research and investigation will be conducted.

"Slate Man, are you interested in taking a trip to the United States? Just think of it as making up for the places you didn't go during your graduation trip!"

"I'll follow you~"

"Then I'll submit the application."

After a while, an accompanying application passed through the bureau's system and was delivered to the director.

The director didn't even look at it and just clicked Agree.

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

"What's wrong? Are you smiling so happily?"

"Of course that's because smart people don't need me to arrange it, so they consciously jump into the whirlpool~"

"How come you, the director, are so mean-spirited—"

"I learned it from you, right?"