Chapter 602

Even Himeko and Welt Yang's faces showed a trace of confusion.

Finally, Seeing Dan Heng explained:

"I support the 'Astral Express' going to the 'Luo Fu' Xianzhou."

"I have an inextricable connection with the 'Luo Fu' Xianzhou; perhaps even if the life of this lifetime ends and I welcome a new life in the next, the karma of the past life will still pursue me."

"So, I want to go to the 'Luo Fu' Xianzhou once, see some people, and make some decisions."

"Even if it's completely useless in the end."

"Of course, because I am too deeply involved with the 'Luo Fu' Xianzhou, I think it's better for me to abstain... however, looking at it now, it doesn't make any difference."

March 7th: "So that's how you can represent abstention."

"Stelle" couldn't help but look at March 7th:

"Didn't you say you were going to vote against it?"

March 7th felt a bit guilty, her gaze jumping back and forth between Bai Xuan and "Stelle," blinking while scratching her head:

"Uh, after calming down and thinking about it, what if that woman didn't lie, and if we don't go to the Xianzhou, many innocent people will suffer... now is not the time to be willful..."

"And didn't Little Bai say, since no matter how we choose, we might be calculated by the 'Stellaron Hunters,' then it's better not to consider whether the 'Stellaron Hunters' appeared."

"Finally, follow your heart to make a choice; anyway, at worst, we'll just run a bit more."

After speaking, March 7th stuck out her tongue.

"You deep-righteous woman."

"Stelle" praised with her hands on her hips.

March 7th raised her cute cheeks, accepting it calmly, and by the way, enjoyed the hair-smoothing reward from Bai Xuan.

Welt Yang also smiled slightly:

"Alright, alright, Little March is just like this, we're all used to it."

Himeko also showed a smile without any haze, then looked at Seeing Dan Heng:

"Seeing Dan Heng, then how do you plan to act?"

"I'll stand by on the train and act according to the situation." Seeing Dan Heng replied.

Himeko first looked at Welt Yang:

"Then this 'Trailblaze Journey' is left to you, Welt? I see you've been rubbing your hands for a long time."

Welt Yang nodded: "Hmm."

Then, this red-haired beauty looked at the highest combat power of the "Astral Express":

"Bai Xuan, you and your Uncle Yang, take good care of 'Stelle' and Little March."

"Rest assured, whoever wants to hurt them, step over my dead body first."

Thus, the next stop of the "Astral Express" was finalized.

March 7th hugged Bai Xuan's neck, excitedly jumped into his arms, and shouted:

"Target Xianzhou—let's go!"

On the other side, the recording video of the archaeological excavation came to an abrupt end.

Immediately following were several explanatory texts.

【"Containment-3396" was accidentally discovered during archaeological excavation.】

【All research team members became "Containment-3396-01" individuals, collectively collaborating to fully discover "Containment-3396" within a few days.】

【Foundation personnel were not notified of this in time, and therefore did not take measures to prevent the infected from returning to population centers, thereby causing the influence of "Containment-3396" to spread without control.】

The text appeared paragraph by paragraph, and disappeared line by line.

Accompanying it were photos appearing in the background.

There was a plain archaeological discovery press conference.

The professor stood on the podium with a calm expression, while the attendees sitting below were mostly busy with other things.

There were campus gatherings that remained the same.

Students from various departments and majors drank and chatted, and several PhDs and Masters in archaeology were hooking shoulders with their classmates, full of smiles.

There were mysterious rituals held quietly in dim rooms.

"Containment-3699-01" individuals with different appearances and slightly human shapes gathered together, crawling on the ground, worshipping an abstract blue-green image.

There were also photos with different angles and styles.

Recording the life trajectories of individuals after being changed by the "Supreme Heaven Parasite."

They all seemed to be honest and dutiful people, one by one still following the original trajectories of their lives, not publicly using their abilities, nor rashly increasing their companions.

But clearly, not everyone could endure the loneliness.

Homelander can become a "Homelander."

These guys, who possess unique skills and know nothing about the "anomalous" world beneath the "daily" world, are a bit restless.

When one of them showed off his superpowers on his personal homepage.

The gaze of the Foundation, this leviathan, fell on this person.

The time he lost his mind was very short; a few minutes later, he deleted this tweet.

But the sense of smell of the Foundation agents was even sharper.

When he thought nothing would happen, the agents completed the measurement of the Hume Index and acted together with the Mobile Task Force carrying Reality Anchors.

They pinned down this guy who could transform into the Hulk.

Looking at the big guy bound layer by layer by special restraint devices, Agent Robert frowned:

"How did this guy get like this?"

Not surprised at discovering another reality bender.

But truly shocked by the physical state of this guy.

What should have been muscle parts were abnormally shaped tumors, piled layer by layer;

Tissues that looked like blood vessels were incredibly hard, like leaf veins, like rhizomes.

Giving this battle-hardened agent a chill.

The bound "muscle" hunk was still struggling, the skin surface suddenly became rough, and then a layer of fine blue-green scales grew, trying to break through the shackles on his body in this way.

Suddenly, the restraint device suddenly erupted with a strong electric current, knocking him to the ground, unconscious.

After a long while, the captain of the Mobile Task Force withdrew his gaze:

"Don't know, but it shouldn't be a reality bender."

"I don't know what kind of person's understanding of the world would be like this."

The power roots of reality benders are consistent, but the ways of expression are vastly different.

Fundamentally, it is because their understanding of the world is different, and things hidden deep in consciousness affect the expression of their power.

If this guy is a reality bender...

That's a bit too disgusting.

"It's like being parasitized by some anomaly... God, if I were made like this, I'd rather die early."

The captain sighed.

Agent Robert shook his head:

"Whatever the situation is, take it back to the site and let those doctors study it."

"We field personnel don't need to consider these problems."

"Herta" Space Station.

The staff of the Department of Universal Anomalies felt their scalps tingle when they saw this scene.

"It doesn't make sense at all," someone was confused about the professor's change, "His physiological structure underwent such severe distortion, why didn't he show any form of discomfort?"

Some staff members flipped through the archive of the "Supreme Heaven Parasite," looking for corresponding descriptions, trying to explain it reasonably:

"Physical exposure to 'Containment-3396' or its secretions will cause drastic changes in the physical and abstract properties of the organism... in some cases, there is even an improvement in mental abilities."

Others sighed:

"The curiosities we have here, compared to the various containment objects of the Foundation, the gap is really not just a little bit."

Naturally, some were sober because they didn't need to face the Supreme Divinity:

"Thank goodness I wasn't born in the Foundation's civilization, otherwise, a Supreme Divinity destroys the world on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and containment failure destroys the world on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday; I'd go crazy sooner or later."

"Isn't there still a Sunday to have peace?" an old man joked. ===== CHAPTER 604 =====