The New Pope

"What do you think we should do to prevent calamity from descending?" Li Mengyun asked earnestly.

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure either. There isn't even an accurate answer yet as to what the calamity itself is." Xia Fan replied frankly. The so-called world-ending disaster was, in truth, an image the Listener had "seen." For those who had failed to escape Earth-Moon, they had indeed endured a cataclysmic destruction, but such an event clearly could not repeat in cycles.

At present, the only thing that could be linked to disaster was probably the barrier shrouding the world overhead.

Once it was damaged, the atmosphere would be sucked away. Even if the Evil Spirits did nothing, every living being would die of suffocation and freezing.

Thinking of this, Xia Fan asked Thought Control, "How much do you know about the entire Earth-Moon base?"

"I am the Escape Tower's control system, not the base's control system. What you're asking is beyond my capabilities." The other party's reply unexpectedly carried a trace of teasing. "Even in ancient engineering designs, they wouldn't put all their eggs in one basket."

Xia Fan silently rolled his eyes. "Then where would the core facilities controlling the base be?"

"There are no relevant records in the database." The other party paused. "But I think such a place would be established somewhere exceptionally solid and secure. Perhaps underground, perhaps on some uninhabited region of the far side of the moon. But even if you found it, you likely would not have any access privileges. After all, it is unlike me. I am a service system, while it is a closed autonomous control system."

That sounded reasonable.

Just as a person could freely control their hands and feet, yet could not make their heart stop beating.

To ensure its