Dangerous Technology Administration

The light from the incandescent lamp gradually stabilized, and Chen Fan finally saw clearly what was in front of him—

It was just a portrait of a deity hanging on the wall.

Chen Fan's face was pale, and he raised his slightly trembling right hand to wipe away the fine cold sweat on his forehead.

Perhaps it was the light, or perhaps the influence of those strange scenes just now, but for a moment, his eyes had played tricks on him.

After the initial fear, a strange anger rose in Chen Fan's heart.

Tear it!

Tear this portrait!

He stared at the female deity in the portrait with bloodshot eyes, his gaze filled with unspeakable madness and the deepest buried fear.

Time passed second by second.

Finally, Chen Fan bit down hard on his back molars, and with his remaining rationality, suppressed the urge to tear up the portrait—in a religious era, tearing up a deity's portrait was a great sin that was unforgivable, just thinking about it!

He shifted his gaze away from the portrait, stepped over the messy clothes scattered by the door, and stumbled to the desk, pulling open the matching drawer of the wooden desk with force.

Looking at the scattered papers filled with writing in the drawer, Chen Fan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He carefully took them out and read them carefully under the dim, weak lamplight.

Each piece of paper filled with writing was carefully marked with a date.

Chen Fan compared these notes with a paper calendar next to the desk and arranged them in chronological order.

With just a glance, Chen Fan realized the problem:

In the beginning, a month ago, the handwriting on the paper was very clear, but as time went on, the handwriting gradually became messy, and each stroke seemed very hurried.

And this phenomenon was particularly obvious in the notes from the last three days!

Until today, the time of the original owner's death, the handwriting on the paper had completely evolved into an abstract mess of twisted lines that others could not understand.

It was clear that the original owner's mental state had been declining over the past month and had taken a sharp turn for the worse in the last three days, leading to suicide!

Connecting this with the strangeness of the deity statue in the living room, Chen Fan's face immediately turned ugly.

He suppressed his restless emotions and began to read carefully from the first few notes.

June 18, 2067, Sunny. The God Chosen Ceremony is tomorrow again. Speaking of which, the God Chosen Ceremony has been held more and more frequently in recent years...

June 19, 2067, Cloudy. At the God Chosen Ceremony, I actually became a God Chosen!

June 20, 2067, Sunny. After becoming a God Chosen, everything is different. The neighbors are obviously much more respectful to me, except for Sister Huai who lives next door. I don't know why, but her attitude towards me has changed...

June 21, 2067, Sunny. The Church Deacon sent us a lot of supplies. Our living standard has improved a lot. Thank the Lord for his grace...

Chen Fan silently flipped through the poor-quality, slightly yellowed rough paper in his hand, his eyes flickering with thought.

It could be seen that the original owner's family situation was not very good, and becoming a God Chosen undoubtedly brought the original owner unprecedented glory.

Therefore, the notes from the first few days were filled with praise and gratitude to the deity.

Since most of the notes were about trivial matters, Chen Fan slightly sped up his flipping action.

Suddenly, his eyebrows raised, and he stopped his fast-flipping motion.

July 1, 2067, Heavy rain. I went to the church today. I don't know why, but the people at the church... their attitude towards me is a bit strange.

From this day on, the handwriting began to become messy, and at the same time, the content of the notes also began to become brief.

July 2, 2067. The next God Chosen Ceremony will be held on August 18. I heard from the Church Deacon that our batch of God Chosen will go to the God Kingdom on that day to serve the deity.

July 3, 2067. I heard... the previous God Chosen have never returned.

July 4, 2067. I don't understand... Is the God Kingdom that good? Why are those God Chosen unwilling to return?

Looking at the messy handwriting on the notes, Chen Fan felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Going to the God Kingdom, serving the deity...

As a modern person, he immediately sensed the chilling elements in these highly symbolic words.

Damn, it's not human sacrifice, is it?

Chen Fan quickly raised his head and glanced at the calendar next to him.

July 18...

In other words, in a month, he would have to participate in the so-called God Chosen Ceremony!

Upon realizing this, Chen Fan's face suddenly changed drastically.

"Holy crap!!!"

What kind of joke is this?

He had finally gotten a second life, and he didn't want to become a sacrifice to a deity!!

No, no, it's not set in stone yet!

The so-called human sacrifice was just his unilateral conjecture, maybe there was still a turning point!

His breathing quickened as he frantically flipped through the notebook in his hand, trying to find clues that could disprove his guess.

But...

The handwriting in the notebook was already so messy it was almost illegible.

Chen Fan strained his eyes and only managed to recognize some recurring words.

[Fake! It's all fake!!]

[God Chosen? This is a scam!!]

[False God!]

"Creak..."

A refreshing cool breeze blew in from the open wooden window. The wooden window swayed slightly, and the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling also swayed with it.

Looking at the constantly shaking figure on the yellowed paper, Chen Fan felt his hands and feet turn cold.

Stimulated by the cool breeze, he shivered violently, and a deep look of terror appeared in his bloodshot eyes!

God is fake, the God Chosen are fake, everything is fake!

No wonder the original owner committed suicide—the collapse of faith was enough to destroy a person from the core!

So, what was the truth? What did the original owner discover?

He didn't know!

But one thing he was sure of:

The God Chosen Ceremony a month from now was very likely his death date!

"Xiao Fan?"

Outside the wooden door, a familiar voice called out, "It's time for bed. Don't forget you have to go to the church to study tomorrow!"

Study?

Study what? Study how to become an excellent living sacrifice?

Chen Fan was silent for a moment. After responding in a low voice, he turned off the incandescent light above his head in a manner of prayer.

Dim starlight filtered in through the window, illuminating the portrait of the deity. The originally beautiful goddess inexplicably became distorted and eerie.

Lying on the bed, Chen Fan's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts—confusion, unease, terror... countless negative emotions flooded his heart.

Time passed bit by bit. Finally, he couldn't bear the double fatigue of body and mind and closed his heavy eyelids.

This was an incredibly vast space. Twisted light bands, dense or sparse, were irregularly distributed throughout this vast space.

The light bands were brilliant, with colors that were difficult to describe in words—they far exceeded the limits of human perception.

To be precise, this "vastness" was Chen Fan's feeling.

Like being thrown into a space with nothing around, an involuntary and familiar sense of drifting arose in Chen Fan's heart.

After a brief moment of confusion, Chen Fan suddenly realized: Damn, wasn't this the scene he experienced before he transmigrated?!

Could it be that he died again?

He didn't do anything wrong, did he? It couldn't be that unlucky, could it?!

Just as he was about to carefully observe the surrounding environment, accompanied by a strong sense of dizziness, a meaningless and very vague low murmur sounded in his ears.

Like the noise of a radio that hadn't received a signal, Chen Fan frowned uncomfortably, then subconsciously covered his ears.

But this had no effect. The murmur still permeated his mind, and as time passed, the murmur was constantly amplifying!

This is bad!

Only one thought flashed through Chen Fan's mind before his consciousness was scattered by the extremely obscure murmurs and whispers.

Suddenly, a very slight but very clear sound appeared within the obscure murmurs.

"Pan-Universal Human Alliance Central Academy of Sciences, Dangerous Technology Administration 3673rd call, TE913 Research Ship, please respond if received."

"Corresponding frequency band signal detected, attempting to establish contact..."

"First communication request unanswered, initiating second communication request..."

Chen Fan, whose mind was unclear from the impact of the obscure murmurs, opened his mouth and shouted a sentence with all his might:

"What the hell! Turn off the open mic!!"

The next second.

"Communication link successfully established, target confirmed as carbon-based highly intelligent life form."

"Coordinates successfully located, cross-universe ultra-long-distance transmission preparing..."