Chapter 211: Super Divine?

Yuan Fei never expected the other party to ask such a question; his mind momentarily froze.

But immediately after, he realized something—

How did they figure it out?

Although the shirt bore a small bell's face, it was positioned on the chest, while the exposed collar could show at most one…

Wait!

Yuan Fei's gaze suddenly locked onto the alien Mr., and he noticed that the man's collar bore a similar pattern—but not his own black print, but a far more conspicuous silver character!

"Sss! Only the top ten on the fan leaderboard get the silver-character limited edition!"

Yuan Fei was genuinely shocked—he knew Small Xiao Lingdang was popular, but not this popular, even among aliens?

Gallo naturally noticed Yuan Fei's change in expression; though slightly embarrassed, he stuck to the plan and said:

"Since you also like Small Xiao Lingdang, there should be no problem—finding a fellow fan among your own kind isn't easy…"

…

"Why are you all staring at me like that?" After interrogating all the naturalized soldiers, Gallo returned to his office exhausted, only to find a group of researchers watching him with strange looks—the kind you'd give a cop who suddenly starts chatting with a suspect about the latest anime—no, not like it, that's exactly what it was!

At their gaze, his scales instantly bristled; he glared and snapped:

"That's interrogation strategy! Do you even understand interrogation strategy?"

"Yes yes yes, interrogation strategy—we haven't even said anything yet!" San Lian sighed and forcibly redirected the topic:

"So what did your interrogation strategy—so extreme you had to expose your fetish—uncover?"

"…" Gallo glared at San Lian, then steadied his emotions and said seriously:

"We found an issue—but don't know why."

"Elaborate."

San Lian activated the recording device for documentation; others adopted listening postures. Seeing their resemblance to a panel of alternate jurors, Gallo felt a wave of exhaustion but pulled out his notebook and began:

"All soldiers' mental states appeared refreshed—not 'neural signal reboot,' but their thought patterns: their memories of that operation were like they'd been trained. Every response, emotional tone, speech inflection, even internal hormone secretion, were nearly identical—so identical even precision instruments struggled to replicate them. I'm certain that when I asked a related question, every single one of them thought of the same possibilities."

At this, a researcher studying human physiology raised his hand; Gallo gave him a "proceed" look.

"According to my research, human physiology is highly uniform—meaning, unlike us, humans should react identically to identical stimuli. After all, identical experimental equipment and design should yield nearly identical results."

Gallo's expression turned peculiar; he didn't answer directly, but turned to San Lian with a look that said: "This guy is from your experimental team?"

"Cough—he just arrived from the homeworld; he's only done theoretical research so far." San Lian was also embarrassed, but Gallo understood: newly arrived, no prestigious mentor, just a filler rookie. He replied bluntly:

"Maybe you've spent too long around corpses. I suggest you take a walk through He Zujie, ask a few random people the same questions, and see if their reactions match."

Without waiting for a reply, he continued:

"This homogenized response makes me suspect brainwashing—but more bizarrely, outside discussions of that mission, they retain individuality: whether discussing dietary habits, hobbies, or private matters, each response differs. Only that night's events are uniform."

"That's indeed a problem." San Lian's expression turned serious; he'd developed technology for personality reset—upgraded neural signal reboot—but those reset personalities showed drastic deviations from their originals, easily detectable. A method that precisely alters only one event, one timeframe, was beyond their reach.

"It's more than just a problem." Gallo shook his head, voice grave:

"Have you considered—if you can reset personality for a single event, could you implant other content?"

"Just state your conclusion." San Lian, seeing Gallo's serious face and deliberate pacing, cut straight to the point.

Gallo didn't mind; he said directly:

"I mean, suppose the enemy used the same method to plant identical fragments in every He Zujie resident's mind, then at a critical moment, broadcast it via full-channel transmission—or even drone speakers—to reshape their personalities, causing hundreds of millions in He Zujie to simultaneously form the same thought…"

"Sss…"

Everyone in the room understood. They were all researchers of the Divine; even without hands-on experience, they'd read the theoretical literature—they knew exactly what conditions were needed for a Divine's birth and growth.

If such a hidden hand truly existed, it meant the enemy could, at will, create a Super Divine forged from the faith of hundreds of millions!

"What do we do?" All words condensed into one question. Gallo merely spread his hands:

"I don't know. I don't even understand how this thing works—how could I know what to do? But now that He Zujie's pressure has eased and the wish-power order is stabilizing, it's likely preparation for this. Current viable countermeasures: one, conduct a census using keywords like 'Divine' and 'faith' to confirm whether the populace has been affected; two, increase the chaos of the wish-power environment, making this land unsuitable for Divine survival; three, locate the brainwashing node—this couldn't possibly be done one person at a time; there must be some device capable of covering an entire area. We must find that device…"

San Lian recorded Gallo's words, sent a copy to his teacher first, then said:

"Could those graffiti we found—'Ou Jinjin,' 'Ou Mango'—be this brainwashing device?"

"I can't rule out the possibility, but I still maintain it's a decoy. If my theory is correct, the enemy should have already deployed this across all of He Zujie. It's impossible they've only found a few now—and all of them in Youta City."

(End of Chapter)