Chapter 1920

"How long will the renovation take?"

"Three days! Lin Dui! If we let all third and fourth ranks join the renovation, it should take about three days to complete the renovation!"

Jiuquan Rocket Launch Center.

On the newly constructed launch tower, towering into the clouds and reaching a kilometer in height, Lin An quickly flipped through the materials Gao Tian handed up.

As the final preparation for consolidating faith, he planned to transform all global satellites into receivers capable of accepting energy.

This is an enormously huge project: not only must we reinforce and repair the satellites damaged by the solar storm, but we must also make them bear as much power as possible. The renovation plan for over forty thousand satellites, if undertaken before the apocalypse, would likely take at least three years or more.

But after Lin An decided to let all third ranks join the renovation and work manually in near-Earth orbit, the time was greatly shortened!

"Three days?"

"The Creators' arrival time is also about three days later, perhaps the fourth or sixth day."

"That Creator squad seems unable to teleport near Earth; within the solar system they can only slowly fly over."

Recalling Andre's message to him, Lin An nodded slightly, already having a rough decision in mind.

He no longer intends to wait, nor does he plan to start consolidating faith after dealing with the Creators. Nobody knows how long that Creator group will stay, nor what conflicts might arise.

Although he is not afraid of the Creator squad, nor even afraid of the so-called alliance behind them.

But Lin An also knows that it's better to do less than more; he can hold them off, but once he enters the mission, if the Creator alliance launches an attack on Earth, nobody can stop it.

An unknown fifth-rank civilization is a threat; Lin An, after thinking it over, only intends to muddle through as best he can for now, and will consider solving this trouble after he emerges from the mission.

Regarding this, he can only hope that this so-called Creator group had better not seek death.

"Lin Dui, although I know what you're doing is important, but... are you really going to commit all personnel?"

"If we now withdraw our forces, we will lose even more control over the situation in all major war zones worldwide. Now... many people have already died..."

Standing behind Lin An, Gao Tian hesitated repeatedly, but still couldn't help speaking in a low voice.

The harshest winter is upon us; amid the global war situation, aside from the Huaxia theater being slightly better, all factions anxiously await Long An's next move, while the remaining global war zones either split or have their high-ranking officials flee with supplies.

Or else, some people give up completely, and under the urging of lingering cultists, many places have practically become hell.

Looking at this 'scarred and wounded' world, Gao Tian says claiming he isn't upset is false. Although he doesn't think this is Lin An's fault, the current situation is indeed of their own making.

Now Lin Dui has delayed issuing a new order; if they withdraw their forces again, the already chaotic war zones will turn into a hell on earth!

"The labor pains... are temporary."

"Soon, everything will be over."

After a silence, Lin An did not explain to Gao Tian why he was doing this. If possible, he also hopes everything goes smoothly, achieving unity and consolidating faith with hardly anyone dying.

However, such a thing could only happen in a fairy tale.

Lin An admits that the current chaotic situation is deliberately caused by him, not only to let the survivors see more clearly what those big shots really are, but also to screen for the sparks.

Disaster and suffering bring death and despair, yet only in the harshest environment, in the most bitter moments, can the most brilliant 'flower' be born.

He needs this batch of people; they will appear when this batch of sparks is willing to give everything, when their belief is strongest, even to the point of fearing neither life nor death.

And these people will become, one by one, like him, blazing like a prairie fire!

As for how to guide them, Lin An already has a complete answer in mind.

"Letting people be reborn once, repeating my experience, is to consolidate the ultimate belief."

"As a prototype, we don't yet need to reach this step; that's for the future."

Lin An looked down upon the earth, seeing the vast army of Awakened Ones densely packed on the ground, ready to lift off.

Guiding people to consolidate faith has only two difficulties.

First, face death, truly experience death. Second, endure enough suffering so that hatred persists and never lets go.

"Letting believers be reborn might require overturning the world, or doing it like Zhang Tie. I can't do that, but it doesn't mean there's no way to simulate it."

A white light flashed in his hand; Lin An looked at the amoeba primordial liquid in his hand with a complex expression.

Yes, only now has he realized what this thing's true purpose is.

Amoeba worms can directly share thoughts, although they cannot share complex thoughts; too many thoughts can even burst the brain. But what Lin An needs is precisely this.

"Sharing emotions, linking sensations..."

"As long as the chosen ones and the people around them are simultaneously injected with the amoeba primordial liquid, then when these people die, the chosen ones will be able to feel true death, feel that pain. After they accept and endure all this, it is no different from nirvana rebirth..."

"Moreover, through the amoeba's trait, the emotions, pain, and hatred constantly transmitted will be imposed on the chosen ones just like segments of experience, like memories."

"Thus, as long as the chosen ones have the courage to bear this pain, they will have completed a rebirth and will continuously draw strength from the pain of those around them."

"He will no longer be weak due to his own strength, nor will he choose to preserve himself out of human selfishness."

"Because... from the moment he begins to bear these, the chosen one and those he wishes to protect become one!"

"The more dire the situation, the more those he protects die, the more hatred the chosen one gains! It's no longer just watching or listening; it's feeling it firsthand, a bone‑deep, soul‑reaching pain that stacks infinitely, grows infinitely, never ceases, until... death!"

"And after death..."

"Once they are reborn again..."

"These chosen ones, these sparks, will be my complete form! They will be billions of true gods reborn from death!"

After a long exhale, Lin An silently clenched the amoeba primordial liquid in his hand.

"Chu An..."

"This... is actually your true plan..."

"Is that right...!?"

The true, God‑Creating Plan!