Spatial Collapse, Exile

The instant the ten Xing Juns struck.

The thirteen High Gods immediately sensed them.

"More people are here!"

"Invisible again..."

"Damn pirates!"

"I hate pirates!"

"After this, I'm definitely making a few invisibility items!"

None of the High Gods stationed at the Sequence Research Institute were ordinary.

Although they could not see the other nine Xing Juns.

With all thirteen High Gods working together.

The invisible Xing Juns could do nothing to them.

Of course.

Even while fighting their enemies, these Xing Juns did not forget to backstab one another, whether deliberately or otherwise.

But nine of the Xing Juns were invisible.

So they could only backstab the one they could see.

Although their fate was being controlled.

Could Fate really govern what happened with Multiply by Ten?

Jiang Fu and Shi Jiu each held five Fate-Playing Dolls, controlling five Xing Juns apiece, as they silently slipped into the Sequence Research Institute.

At that moment.

The chaos inside the Sequence Research Institute lasted only an instant.

Countless researchers immediately retreated into the underground shelters in an orderly fashion.

Clearly.

They had rehearsed this scenario countless times.

The Sequence Research Institute was extraordinarily important, both to this world and to those foreign Deities.

"If only these people could work for us wholeheartedly..."

Shi Jiu watched the people evacuating in orderly lines nearby.

A flicker of regret crossed Shi Jiu's eyes.

Even if they captured these people and took them back.

They could only put them to work as miners or on assembly lines.

They really would not dare let them touch any core research materials.

A Sequence Contract could constrain their behavior.

But it could not make them loyal.

There were only two kinds of people in the Sequence Research Institute.

The first were those reduced to fools by the Power