Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 594: The Secret Power of the Human Circle

An Yuqing sat in the control room, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him, and the data stream rushed past him like lightning.

Five hours of concentration left his back tense and his eyes red.

Outside the conference room, the night was like a graceful painter, painting the entire city a deep blue.

Jiang Er'er pushed open the door, walked quietly to his side, and said gently: "An Yuqing, it's time to rest. You've been staring for almost five hours. You must protect your eyes."

Her voice was like a warm current, easing the tense atmosphere a little.

An Yuqing rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly.

"Jiang Er'er, do you know that I discovered something shocking that I have to tell you?"

Jiang Er'er frowned slightly and looked at him with a searching expression.

She sat down and slowly asked, "What exactly is going on? Why are you so nervous?"

An Yuqing adjusted the data on the screen to the maximum, and then tapped the panel with his hand.

Here's a question: "How much do you know about Japan's electricity consumption?"

Jiang Er'er thought for a moment, then replied, "Japan's electricity demand is very high, and it involves wind power, hydropower, and nuclear power."

"But as far as I know, their own resources cannot fully cover the demand."

An Yuqing nodded and said, "You are right. Their power station is just a surface power station. In fact, the real source of electricity is not these."

Jiang Er'er frowned deeply: "What is that?"

An Yuqing said solemnly, "Dead man."

Jiang Er'er almost screamed: "What?! Dead?"

"right,"

An Yuqing pushed a data chart towards her.

"All this electricity comes from the Pure Land... To be more precise, it's the power of the souls of the dead."

Jiang Er'er couldn't believe it. She was stunned and wanted to refute, but a strange chill suddenly struck her heart.

But her reason told her that An Yuqing would not do anything without a purpose.

Her voice trembled slightly. "That's impossible, isn't it? How can a soul be a source of electricity?"

An Yuqing sounded calm, but her tone revealed undisguised anger: "This is what is called a 'human circle'."

"Those souls are being held captive, exploited, and converted into electricity to keep a country running! It's a heart-wrenching atrocity!"

In the secret lair on the other side, the knight slightly pushed open a heavy wooden door.

Jia Lan'er and Wu Xiangning were sitting at the table, and the light from the table made them look like two blurry black shadows.

The knight walked towards them softly, as if walking on silent music.

"The human circle has always been maintained by absorbing souls." The knight's words were full of coldness.

"Burning souls is the cheapest, yet most insane, form of energy they've found."

Jia Lan'er angrily slammed her fist on the table, almost gritting her teeth. "This is simply like drinking poison to quench thirst! It's like devouring the echo of life. You're not worthy of being a human being!"

The knight was silent for a moment, his face as pale as water. He added calmly, "This is the reality we face, but all evil deeds will eventually be exposed to the light of day..."

His voice echoed in the dim room, as if foreshadowing some kind of storm that would bring about huge waves.

As his voice faded, a suffocating silence fell over the room.

It was an unspoken understanding, and they all knew that a bigger action would unfold in the near future.

And then, thunder will tear the sky apart.

"Human Circle" is a purgatory disguised as civilization.

The knight's voice was low, as if it floated from the depths of hell.

"They extract souls, turning death into fuel to maintain a false prosperity."

"Every flickering light, every surge of electricity, is drenched in the wails of countless souls. This is why we must destroy it."

He paused, his eyes like torches, sweeping across the faces of Jia Lan'er and Wu Xiangning.

"The goal of the Shangxie Society has never been gentle exhortation or feeble protest."

"What we have to do is to eradicate the root of this evil and make those soul-devouring demons pay the price!"

Wu Xiangning frowned and tapped the table lightly with his fingers, making a rhythmic "knock knock" sound.

"Destroy the 'Human Circle'... What about the people inside? Those captive souls, and those who depend on the 'Human Circle' for survival..."

The knight sneered, "Are you worried about their lives? Wu Xiangning, when did you become so saintly?"

Jia Lan'er also echoed: "That's right, sister Xiangning, our Shangxie Society is not a charity, and we must not be too soft-hearted!"

"Besides, those captive souls have long been living a life worse than death. We are helping them to be free!"

"No, that's not what I meant..."

Wu Xiangning took a deep breath and tried to keep calm.

"I just think that directly destroying the 'human circle' is too extreme. Are there other more gentle methods, such as..."

"No!" the knight interrupted her decisively.

"To be merciful to a cancer like the 'Human Circle' is foolish! We must cut the Gordian knot and completely rid this world of this stain!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, the air seemed to freeze, and it was suffocating.

Wu Xiangning bit her lip and finally nodded, "I understand. I will cooperate."

The knight's expression softened slightly, and he continued, "Before attacking the 'human circle', we had already done a lot of preparation for infiltration."

"We have deployed 'paratroopers' and 'sentinels' who are lurking inside the 'human circle' to collect intelligence and provide support for our operations."

"Paratrooper? Sentry?" Wu Xiangning repeated the two words in confusion.

"That's right," the knight explained, "The 'paratroopers' are responsible for infiltrating the 'human circle', disrupting their systems, and creating chaos."

"And the 'Sentinels' are responsible for guarding the perimeter, transmitting intelligence, and ensuring the safety of the operation."

He paused, a gleam in his eyes, "More than half a year ago, we arranged 133 'paratroopers' to go to..."

The knight's voice stopped abruptly. He looked at Wu Xiangning meaningfully, with a mysterious smile on his lips.