Disaster

Harris City?

"There's a large mystical exchange meeting happening there recently!"

"They're hiding there? Is there a secret stronghold of the Ancient Serpent Society in the city?"

"No... should I say he actually dared to remain within the Federation's borders?"

"Notify immediately... no, suppress the news first!"

The eyes of several Bureau 11 agents and other professionals, who were acting as witnesses and supervisors, lit up.

But Dr. Turing and Stephen became even more tense, staring intently at the pages.

The Apocalypse has a drawback: after each 'divination,' it comes with a 'prophecy,' which is of a catastrophic nature, and it will always come true!

"I predict..."

Soon, following the silver lettering, a line of blood-red text appeared. "... A major earthquake will occur in Cod Fort City, White Eagle Federation, with the epicenter in the city center, and a magnitude of... 8.5!"

"Oh... Goddess!"

Turing. Turing, clutching his face, suddenly jumped up, his expression contorted as he roared, "What are you all standing there for? Quickly... quickly notify the authorities and prepare for disaster relief! If you're even a second slower, it could mean tens of thousands more casualties..."

"This... this is what it made?"

Stephen stared intently at the Apocalypse before him, his legs trembling. Although he had known this for a long time, seeing it with his own eyes was still hard to believe. "It can cause widespread natural disasters... is it the 'price' of the previous answer?"

"Yes, every prophecy is inevitably accompanied by a disaster, including tsunamis, storms, wildfires, earthquakes, and even meteorite impacts... Each time, at least thousands of people are killed or injured... This time it's even more violent... I suspect that each previous prophecy has made it more 'awakened' and 'powerful,' resulting in even more devastating consequences... Do you still want to continue writing until it's full?"

Dr. Turing's eyes were bloodshot.

Stephen immediately glanced at the thickness of the Apocalypse and found that two-thirds of it had already been turned, perhaps filled with prophecies, with only one-third left before the last page.

"What if... what if we write to the last page?" He found his voice becoming hoarse.

"Who knows? Perhaps it will lead to the destruction of the world..." Dr. Turing said, "We have tried every known method, but we cannot completely destroy it, nor can we remove it from this world, whether through 'sacrifice' or 'discarding'... And once it senses 'danger,' it will begin to frantically predict disaster!"

"Of course... it's also possible that it will disappear automatically once it's full... but nobody dares to gamble on that!"

Dr. Turing looked at Stephen, who was starting to break out in a cold sweat, with bloodshot eyes. "Director? Shall we continue?"

"I... I need to ask for permission."

Stephen took out a handkerchief and wiped away his sweat.

Although the Federation leadership had made a firm decision, it was based on the premise that the disasters predicted in the Apocalypse were not too terrible.

For example, the last earthquake predicted was only magnitude 6.7, and its epicenter was not in a densely populated area.

But this time it started at a magnitude 8.5! And it's in the city center! Stephen estimates the entire Cod Fort City is going to be destroyed, right? The casualties might be even greater than the last attack on Nia City!

With such a cost, it's no wonder that the Federation was unwilling to activate it even when it couldn't capture the Ancient Serpent Society and the Black Death Society.

Now, he also feels he can't hold on any longer.

Even with authorization, if the disaster caused is too horrific, he could still be made a scapegoat!

No, I should say... it definitely will!

That's just the nature of Federation politicians!

He went outside, went to a certain place, activated a communication device on some mysterious side, and unsurprisingly heard a roar coming from the other side.

After a long while, Stephen returned to the secret room, looking somewhat pale. "The experiment has been aborted, Doctor... please handle the aftermath..."

After saying that, he staggered out.

"Hopefully, this bureau chief won't be demoted..."

Turing made a praying gesture, signaling everyone else to leave, and then he was the last to exit the secret chamber.

In his final moments before leaving, he glanced back at the Apocalypse, his expression suddenly turning indifferent...

Harris City.

Sulu, who had changed his face, got off the steam train with Rhode was also slightly disguised.

"So many people... No wonder it's a famous tourist city."

Rhode exclaimed in admiration.

Although train stations in other major cities are equally bustling, they don't have this feeling of being packed with people.

"Yes, and... there are many strong ones..."

Sulu lowered his voice.

He observed many powerful auras from the Mind World; there were quite a few professionals on the same train alone!

This would be highly unusual under normal circumstances, but it makes perfect sense in the context of the upcoming exchange meeting.

Because Harris City, like Charles City, originally possessed a vast secret realm as a trading place, becoming a well-known mysterious Black Market in the vicinity.

After news of the upcoming Exchange Conference spread, the number of professionals flocking to the event surged at an alarming rate.

At the entrances and exits, there were also security personnel patrolling with serious expressions; Sulu could even sense the presence of hidden professionals.

"Security has been increased considerably... that's normal... after all, with so many superhumans pouring in, the local Church and the Bureau 11 are under a lot of pressure..."

Sulu chuckled inwardly.

Professionals often possess a certain 'extraordinary' mindset, and certain forces can more easily distort the human spirit, making them Berserk, irritable, and prone to resorting to physical solutions.

Therefore, cities with more professionals tend to have more severe public security problems.

Now that most of the Federation's professionals have been drawn here, the city has practically become a powder keg.

Seeing the excited expressions on the faces of some ordinary tourists nearby, Sulu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

These are the unsuspecting 'Muggles'.

Perhaps this is a rare moment of peace for them. With the ever-surging Spirit Tide, what wondrous shapes will the future world take? And on which unknown path will the wheels of history turn?

He took a deep breath, picked up his suitcase, and walked out of the bustling station with Rhode.

"We still have some time. We can grab a quick bite and find a cheap hotel while we're at it... but not around here. The shops near the train station generally have bad reputations and are quite expensive."

Rhode rubbed his hands together.

'It's rare that you're not thinking about pitching a tent in the wild...'

Sulu rolled his eyes. "I'll handle these things."

If it were given to Rhode, he would definitely choose the cheapest small hotels frequented by the lower classes, where the conditions are poor and the soundproofing is a disaster.

If you do something loud in your room, the whole building can hear you.

This was extremely inconvenient for them, as they needed to operate discreetly.

"Okay... you do it."

Rhode muttered under his breath, "Are research institute salaries really that high?"