Chapter 146: Even If... So What?

"Did you rest well last night?" Feng Liancheng knocked on Yang Yi's dormitory door, holding a breakfast set.

"It was passable." Yang Yi rubbed her eyes, answering absentmindedly.

"Yesterday, as soon as you returned, a crowd of leaders came looking for you, but Director Zhou blocked them all single-handedly." Feng Liancheng handed her the breakfast. "Director Zhou said you should rest well; the biggest crisis has been resolved. If we can't handle the rest, then we shouldn't be sitting in those positions below anyway; we might as well all resign... Of course, this was said in private. The leaders looking for you are all higher rank than the Director; Director Zhou had to swallow his pride to say it... By the way, don't leak this, or my life will be in danger!"

Yang Yi smiled, and the thin shadow on her face dissipated slightly.

"Come in and sit." Yang Yi walked toward the bathroom while saying, "What's the plan for today?"

"Meetings, meetings, and more meetings." Feng Liancheng went to the kitchen to get utensils, placed the breakfast on the table, and then used the remote to turn on the central news.

"... The country that fired the nuclear missiles... has offered our nation a sincere apology..."

"... All nations acknowledge our territorial integrity... Currently, all disputed territories... are now..."

"... Emergency rescue operations for disaster victims are underway in various places... Currently, major hospitals are already overcrowded..."

Yang Yi heard the news broadcast, walked out while brushing her teeth, and happened to see the scene of hospitals being full to capacity; not only the wards, but even the hospital corridors were filled with injured people lying down.

Her brushing slowed down.

"... Awakening Management Bureaus, the military, and armed police officers in various places are urgently sweeping up mutated creatures fleeing to all corners; please, the general public, actively cooperate..."

"... Reminding the general public: do not touch unfamiliar fragments of limbs or bodies; immediately contact the nearby prevention and control department... The contact number is... If you have already been contaminated, do not panic, do not hide the truth; the Awakening Management Bureau has special Awakened ones who can help remove the contamination..."

"After seeing this, what are your thoughts?" Feng Liancheng asked with a smile.

"Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner; all chaos is returning to its original order." Yang Yi, still brushing her teeth, spoke with her mouth full, "This is very good."

"I remember you said you liked a life that never changed." Feng Liancheng stopped fiddling with his phone. "Ideally, no accidents should happen, not even surprises."

"Mm." She didn't know if she was saying it for Feng Liancheng to hear, or if she wanted to let more people hear it through Feng Liancheng's ears and mouth: "This gives me a sense of certainty; everything is within the rules, everything is predictable."

Feng Liancheng licked his lips, silently patted her shoulder, and said nothing.

A child whose childhood was spent in fear and anxiety, unable to determine what misfortune would fall upon them on any new day, growing up with dread and terror, naturally has an urgent need for stability, regularity, and order—isn't that a very human character setting?

She knew this was exactly what people needed.

People need a powerful god to protect them, but they do not need a god to interfere with the rules they themselves have established.

After Yang Yi finished washing up and returned, she sat at the dining table. Feng Liancheng had brought small steamed buns, flatbread, fried dough sticks, soy milk, tofu pudding, and also the spicy soup from her hometown.

Feng Liancheng fiddled with his phone while smiling: "Eat up. Our cafeteria chef got up very early specifically, rolled up his sleeves, and showed off his skills to make this spicy soup. Just because you once mentioned wanting to drink this in the morning, he specially went to Xiaoyao Town to study for a while..."

Yang Yi, who had originally wanted to decline due to lack of appetite, paused, then still picked up a spoon and drank half a bowl, and ate two buns.

She was now very practiced; her telekinesis acted like a thin film separating the food from her mouth, esophagus, and stomach. She could feel the warmth of the spicy soup and the soft, juicy texture of the buns—and that was enough.

"Almost forgot. Here, your new phone. This might be the safest phone in the world. Your original settings and data have been downloaded from the cloud—I didn't snoop, I swear!" Feng Liancheng suddenly remembered, pulled a phone out of his pants pocket, and handed it to her.

Afterwards, Feng Liancheng left, saying Liu Liu Siyuan would come to pick her up for the meeting in a while.

As soon as she turned it on, there were hundreds of unread messages.

The largest number came from Chris, followed by Chen Chen Huanyue, and then colleagues.

The earliest timestamp was from the day of the Wembury Giant Cave, June 8th, 22 days ago.

It had only been 22 days, less than a month. During this period, she had lost her telekinesis and regained it, met Thomas, fought the bat monster, witnessed Vidar's trial, and traveled to another world... She even felt as if several years had passed.

Actually, thinking carefully, since being discovered driving away the sea monster on the beach until now, only two months had passed, yet in her perception, it felt as if twenty years had gone by.

She remembered reading somewhere that the length of a life is not calculated by how long one lives, but by its richness; the more one experiences within the same amount of time, the longer one lives.

But, she thought to herself with a self-mocking smile, such experiences are better avoided.

She opened the messages sent by Chris and checked them one by one.

At first, her brows were tightly furrowed, but gradually they relaxed. When she saw the message Chris sent from the ruins of London City, she felt some guilt.

At that time, he was on the brink of despair; these messages were no longer a dialogue, but his own monologue. Sometimes he was full of hope, sometimes heartbroken, and sometimes radiating a deathly calm.

And at that time, she was hiding in Timms Village, enjoying the last peaceful period of her life.

She bit her lower lip, feeling extremely guilty. But at the same time, a sense of satisfaction secretly rose in her heart. The breakfast just now had not given her a feeling of fullness, but the letters on the screen made her stomach feel warm, as if she had just enjoyed a grand feast.

Those letters clearly represented a man's despair and pain after losing his lover, yet this made her feel a sense of enjoyment. The more desperate the other party was, the more sinful and the more pleasurable this enjoyment became.

She didn't even reply to Chris immediately, so that this pleasure could last a little longer.

"Knock, knock—" The sound of knocking on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Yang Yi checked the time, realizing she had to set off for the meeting, and a huge pile of follow-up matters was waiting for her.

Many questions awaited her answers, for example: How did she close the interdimensional portal?

To what extent has her ability grown now?

What kind of existence is the Evil God? How should humanity respond?

And, why did the monsters at the portal suddenly become completely shriveled, as if drained by the Evil God's altar? How did she do that?

Under no circumstances must the world link her with the Evil God... Her eye corner twitched abruptly.

However, this thought suddenly turned uncontrollably: Even if... so what?

She sneered inwardly; now, who on the entire Earth could harm me? They must be under my protection; do I really have to watch their faces?

This thought made her suddenly startle, and a chill slowly crawled up her back.

Walking downstairs with a shadow over her, it was the end of June; the morning sun was already scorching hot, yet a layer of un-dissipating dark clouds floated over her heart.