Chapter 229: The United Nations and the Evidence

The United Nations convened a meeting to advance the Human Civilization Continuity Plan, which also became the first scene of Yang Yi's "interrogation."

Inside the UN General Assembly Hall, the air hung thick like viscous glue.

The usual hushed conversations and rustling of documents among the delegates had vanished; over a thousand pairs of eyes—scrutinizing, questioning, fearful, schadenfreude-filled... —focused on that lone figure in the center of the hall.

Yang Yi sat there, posture straight, separated by a subtle distance from the Xia Nation delegation.

In front of her lay no nameplate, no national emblem, only a thin laptop. The cold white light from the dome illuminated her indifferent face, making her look like a white gypsum statue about to be dragged down from its altar.

She seemed to smell the tension and ambition permeating the air, along with a collective, about-to-be-released malice.

Yang Yi suddenly recalled her first visit to the UN for a meeting, when she had slumped into her chair, wishing she could shrink under the table.

She suddenly laughed for no apparent reason.

"Respected representative of the Xia Nation," the representative from the Aka Nation struck first, his voice booming through the microphone, "Out of deep concern for the safety of all humanity, and reasonable concern from the international community regarding the identity of the supervisor of the 'Civilization Continuity Plan,' we put forward a reasonable request: We ask the Xia Nation government, and urge Ms. Yang Yi herself, to publicly release her complete biological assessment data to clarify the... widespread doubts triggered by recent academic papers in the scientific community. This concerns trust, concerns who we entrust our fate to."

No sooner had the words left his lips than representatives from several nations seconded the motion. The wave of sound was not loud, but like water lapping against a dike, slow and persistent.

The Xia Nation representative's face turned iron-green; he tried to maneuver with diplomatic euphemisms, emphasizing "Comrade Yang Yi's contributions and sacrifices," but every defense sounded hollow before the "scientific doubts" and "public concern."

Yang Yi remained silent throughout, watching and listening with a blank expression.

She could see the fine beads of sweat on the Xia Nation representative's temple, the cold delight masked by concern on the Aka Nation representative's face, and the wavering and fear in the eyes of many smaller nation representatives.

The seeds planted by Weid had grown wildly on the fertile bed of power into a twisted thicket of thorns, attempting to entangle, isolate, and define her.

Finally, the indicator light for her turn to speak lit up, and the entire hall instantly fell silent.

She did not stand up; she simply pressed her fingers lightly on the laptop. Without an opening statement, without emotion, her voice came through the amplification equipment, as calm as reading an appliance manual.

"Below are the data you requested. Please view them yourself."

She clicked a few times on the files organized by the Xia Nation's intelligence department and pressed the send key.

The first set of data flooded the screens in front of every representative, simultaneously opening access to screened media ports worldwide:

This was the complete archive of the Aka Nation's "Artemis" project, systematic and comprehensive, not the data fragments circulating on the internet.

The files detailed every page of experimental logs, every gene-splicing record, and every report of clone loss of control. In high-definition footage, those Reproduction Clans based on her genetic blueprint convulsed in incubation pods, subjected to electric shocks, drugs, and extreme environment tests.

The experimental purpose column read coldly: "Test the tolerance threshold of super-weapons," "Study the feasibility of mental manipulation," "Separately evaluate hunting efficiency against native humans, Awakened Ones, and Alien Creatures."

Human cruelty, greed, and stupidity were laid bare in full detail under the format of science.

A suppressed gasp rose from the hall.

The Aka Nation representative jumped up to protest, only to find all eyes, filled with shock and condemnation, turned toward him; he swallowed hard and silently sat back down.

The second set of data followed immediately: the full-cycle monitoring report of the Mist City disaster. From her completely normal human physiological indicators upon arriving in Mist City to the new report detected yesterday, it proved two things: First, she was once mortal; second, she suffered contamination in Mist City but had achieved stable control.

Some representatives, especially those from nations that had experienced similar disasters, showed complex emotions on their faces.

Yes, some Alien Creatures are contagious; many ordinary people mutated into Alien Creatures because of them, but some awakened superpowers because of it, and some worked hard to control their own mutations to prevent themselves from sliding into the abyss of loss of control.

The third set of data, the most grandiose and terrifying of all, was a global dark matter energy fluctuation spectrum spanning three years, overlaid with an analysis of all recorded large-scale Alien Creature events.

The spectrum showed that intense energy peaks always appeared hours to days before disaster events, like rhythmic labor pains.

Yang Yi's active periods or power outbursts were merely a tiny fraction of the noise on the spectrum and never served as a peak like a detonator.

The report's conclusion was concise and cold: Mutation is a "weather phenomenon" on a cosmic scale; she, at most, is a peculiar reef in this storm, not the storm itself.

The light of reason seemed to shine into this hall full of political calculations for the first time, so dazzlingly.

Many representatives frowned deeply, carefully examining the charts and data.

Science, this language that transcends borders, seemed to possess the power to unify thought at this moment.

The previously noisy wave of questioning showed cracks, even a brief silence, before the cold and logically rigorous data.

The evidence had spoken; the logical chain was complete: The perpetrator (Aka Nation) was guilty, the victim (Yang Yi) had undergone mutation, and the true culprit (cosmic laws) was someone else. Human reason should make a judgment based on this.

Yang Yi's gaze swept calmly across the hall.

She saw the Xia Nation representative sigh with relief, his back straightening again.

She saw several representatives from Xia Nation ally nations whispering to each other, nodding frequently.

She saw the fear in the eyes of many smaller nation representatives diminish slightly, replaced by awe of the vast universe, and... a flicker of renewed reliance on her, this "capable one" and "savior."

Yang Yi closed the laptop.

Although the truth had been presented, the fog would not disperse; she never expected these data to completely erase everyone's doubts and opposition.

She could feel that the Aka Nation representative, in shame and anger, had already begun to devise how to steer the topic toward "Why didn't she release the data earlier? Does she have something to hide?"

She had already heard the private whispers of certain great power representatives: "The data is too perfect... perfect like a carefully scripted play." "She controls the right of interpretation; this is more terrifying than hiding."

She could foresee that the "tentacles" of public opinion planners embedded in various national delegations or media were, at the fastest speed, filtering the most emotionally provocative fragments from this massive amount of data and beginning to weave a new narrative: "Look, she displayed the gruesome deaths of her own kind without pity!" "She has been 'contaminated'; who can guarantee she won't mutate into a monster, or even infect others?" "She describes the threat of the universe so severely; does she want us to rely on her completely?"

Yang Yi stood up and left the hall amidst gazes that had become complex again but were at least outwardly silent.

She did not believe these data could truly eliminate all opponents; her only goal was to advance the implementation of the Human Civilization Continuity Plan. As for opposition and protests, as long as they did not obstruct this plan, she could try her best to ignore them.

She never believed that logically rigorous data could win over narrow prejudice; she never underestimated the instinct of fear to find a scapegoat.

The rationality of the human collective is as thin as a cicada's wing in the face of survival anxiety and the desire for power.

The doors of the General Assembly Hall slowly closed behind her, isolating that space full of calculations.

Outside the UN gates, Yang Yi looked up at the sky.

The clear blue sky drifted with a few cotton-like white clouds, looking so much like some peaceful and tranquil day of the past.