Once the plan was finalized, the network launched a special "conceptual offensive."
The targets were not the Alliance's members, but the ordinary beings ruled by those members.
"Who made the rules you follow?"
"Are these rules fair to you?"
"Have you ever considered that rules can be changed too?"
These questions were sown like seeds.
Most beings had never thought about such questions.
In their understanding, rules were simply rules. They only had to obey them—what was there to question?
But once they began thinking, they could no longer stop.
"Yeah, who set these rules?"
"Why should we obey them unconditionally?"
"If the rules are unreasonable, do we have the right to question them?"
More and more people began to think, and the voices of doubt grew louder.
The Alliance's rulers finally felt the pressure.
"What's going on?" one representative said anxiously. "My people have started refusing to obey!"
"Mine too!" another representative chimed in. "They actually asked me why the rules couldn't be changed!"
"This is the Superconsciousness Network's conspiracy!" the chairman said furiously. "They're shaking our foundations!"
"We must accelerate the Concept War!"
The Alliance decided to launch its attack ahead of schedule.
However, in their haste, the effectiveness of their attack was greatly reduced.
Their carefully prepared conceptual weapons could not be fully unleashed due to internal instability.
The first wave of attacks was easily defused by the Superconsciousness Network.
"We failed!" The Alliance representatives fell into panic.
"They're far more powerful than we imagined!"
"We need to reassess our strategy." The chairman's face darkened. "Cancel the original plan. Full defense."
"At the same time, purge our interior and eliminate those contaminated thoughts."
But purging them was easier said than done.
Thoughts were not viruses. They could not simply be deleted.
Once a question was raised, it