Artificial Numbered.
Midnight had passed, and the world had sunk into a deep silence.
At this moment in the underground mechanical micro-city of the Night Bureau, listening to Ling unravel the past mysteries step by step and finally deduce the truth about the destruction of the previous generation's Night Bureau,
Fang Ran fell into a speechless shock. He instinctively recalled the end of the simulation scenario,
the terrifying, suffocating pressure brought to all by the 'pitch-black giant beast' that had not even fully descended, appearing when a single 'giant claw' crushed an entire district--
an exaggerated behemoth ten thousand meters high.
It did not belong to any real-world faction, nor was it a numbered monster.
It was capable of descending within a scenario, and was strong enough to destroy the old Night Bureau.
It was the ultimate product of the God Descent Plan, and Ye Jiangran was the executor of that plan.
Could there really be such a coincidence?
At this moment, all kinds of clues surfaced in his mind, and feeling the tingling sensation of all the information fitting together seamlessly,
Fang Ran took a deep breath, an expression of hard-to-digest shock on his face:
"Could it really be...?"
Unlike his shock, even after deducing this result, Ling's exquisite face remained cool and calm.
"Although there is no direct evidence, when 'coincidences' pile up to this extent, that in itself is a form of evidence."
"It's hard not to let one think..."
When she said this, Ling's light gold eyes narrowed slightly, her voice lowered accordingly, and she stated the possibility that flowed most logically from this development:
"They encountered a loss of control at some stage of the plan's execution, forcing them to face the so-called 'god' of their own plan face-to-face,"
"and as a result, the entire