Chapter 951

"It's a good thing the hermit chose the Administrator, otherwise I wouldn't even dare to imagine it."

"Do you think you are smarter than the holder of the 'Balance'? Impossible. Behind this power, there must be some hidden trap, and we have no way of knowing."

"Don't smear it; the successor of this power was chosen by the previous holder. They have already enjoyed the convenience brought by this power, shouldered the corresponding responsibilities, and understood the essence and meaning of this power. Why would you think they would choose someone completely unqualified when selecting a successor?"

"But the Administrator's mental state is really not right."

……

Only a bedside lamp was on in the bedroom, and the bright light from the washroom was cut by the door frame, projecting neatly onto the pale yellow wall.

Then, the sound of liquid being poured out came from inside, and the cold liquid hit the equally cold hard washbasin, making a crisp sound.

Along with it was the gurgling sound of bubbles invading along the bottle mouth and bursting and breaking in the bottle.

Even if the glass bottle was placed gently, it was difficult to avoid making a crisp sound the moment it landed on the hard stone platform.

What followed was the sound of flesh tearing, the shell breaking, and the contents flowing out, as well as a muffled groan of pain.

The Administrator panted heavily a few times, and then, as if encouraging himself, took a sharp, deep breath; invisible things filled his lungs, and the feeling of fullness made him feel the vividness of life again.

Thus, similar sounds were made again.

Subsequently, the sensor faucet released water, and the columnar water flow hit the blade of the dagger, with some splashing everywhere and some rushing into the deep sewer.

"It seems to be getting less painful... Is it my imagination?"

The Administrator washed the dagger, wiped it a few times with a paper towel, and then opened his eyes in front of the mirror.

The light returned, and the whole world was clear once again; the unbearable soreness and squeezing sensation in his eyeballs were completely gone.

As long as he could ignore the blood on his face that hadn't dried yet, and this washroom that was no different from a crime scene, it would be fine.

But this doesn't seem to be the original use of this ability... Forget it, I am the master of this power, and the use I developed is the right path...

The Administrator yawned again and sat back on the spacious bed in his slippers.

The psychological counselor equipped for him by the Foundation always said that his mental pressure had exceeded the critical point and suggested that he change his environment, or at least adjust the room layout, but he always felt he was fine.

There will be plenty of time for rest later; it's not like he's missing out on a little bit now.

If he didn't want to abuse his immortality, it wouldn't be impossible to refresh his physical state every day, but whether that would have any side effects is unknown.

……

"Ever since I got mental illness, I feel like my spirit is great!"

"'Balance': Is immortality meant to be used like this?"

"A bit scary... I'm really afraid the Administrator will suddenly say: 'State isn't very good today, hold on, I'm going to die for a bit to refresh my state'."

"Sigh, the Foundation pulled the trigger 3000 years ago, and the Administrator caught the bullet 3000 years later, and discovered the wonderful use of the bullet.. "

"But this mental state is definitely problematic, right? Ah? Who can be so ruthless to themselves? Let alone changing eyes?"

"So the Administrator eventually became a supreme divinity..."

"Got it, except for some extremely special experiences and items, to become a supreme divinity, you must first go a little crazy."

……

Casually canceling the 5:30 alarm, the Administrator walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the world where it was still too early for sunrise.

What appeared in his eyes was not a sleeping world.

—Thousands of years ago, people's daily routines at least roughly followed the pattern of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

At the very least, at this point in time, the world was generally silent, so quiet that only his own breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

But now it's different; a brilliant three-dimensional neon city occupies his entire field of vision.

Skyscrapers are interspersed with bustling streets, and all kinds of spaceships, hot air balloons, and flying cars shuttle between dazzling billboards and three-dimensional projection advertisements.

The advertisements above the firmament are even more exaggerated; huge screens seem to want to stitch together a fake sky.

Advertisements in this era are uninhibited; things that were not allowed to be sold publicly even in America three thousand years ago—arms, organs, people—are displayed wantonly in advertisements.

But the area where Site-01 is located is what is currently called the wealthy district; bounded by a certain street, the world on the other side is decadent, while the world on this side is quiet and peaceful.

Although the Foundation is called the empire of the underground world, and the former Overseer Council was called the thirteen emperors, that was nothing more than the flattery of some financial tycoons and power holders.

When the Administrator mastered the Foundation and tried to keep human civilization from being too strange and absurd, various obstructions came one after another, either tactfully, directly, warning, or appeasing...

But no matter how they looked on the surface, they still couldn't exceed the models summarized by the Administrator.

What they wanted to say, in the final analysis, meant one thing:

We respect you, the head of humanity, and acknowledge all the contributions and achievements the Foundation has made in fighting "anomalies";

But please focus on solving the "Black Moon"; the "daily" world has its own set of rules;

Everyone is for human civilization, and everyone is still a member of human civilization; it is best for everyone to perform their own duties and not overstep.

Thus, human civilization can still maintain a minimum balance, barely stabilizing on the cliff without falling directly.

However, the gradually frequent collective annihilation events have made the future and hope a kind of metaphysical existence, out of reach.

3.0 also stepped on the gas pedal for human civilization, which was gradually losing control and sliding down.

In front of the "Black Moon", there is no difference between big shots and small characters; everyone can die for no reason at any time and anywhere.

Since the exposure of the collective annihilation event, enjoying the present pleasure and indulging in the thrill of depravity has gradually become the mainstream fashion, eventually becoming commonplace.

But pure stimulation and sensory pleasure cannot fill the emptiness of the spiritual world.

Emerging from this are endless doomsday theories, conspiracy theories, judgment theories, and various doomsday cults.

Some claim to have received revelations from the true god, that one must abandon the shell immersed in pleasure for the spirit to be reborn.

Some shout that the annihilation event proves the unreliability of the flesh, and that only prosthetics and circuits can carry true thinking and allow human civilization to continue.

There are also those who say that this world is fake, all an illusion, and that only when the self in this world dies can consciousness return to the real world.

The Administrator stood by the window, looking at the increasingly strange world outside.

He suddenly felt that his mental state was indeed not very good.

Perhaps he should listen to the doctor's advice and start by changing the environment.

—For example, moving underground, entering a bunker, and returning to the cave-dwelling life before he was famous.

Feeling inexplicably irritable, the Administrator turned around, let the artificial intelligence of Site-01 block out the world outside the window, and replaced the floor-to-ceiling window with an ancient natural scroll.

He took a deep breath, squeezed out the irritability with the oxygen filling his chest and blood, put on the clothes that the Administrator should wear, and prepared to start today's work. ===== CHAPTER 953 =====