Dawn of a New Era

Chapter 743 - 716: Taking the Blame

As soon as Chen Shouyi returned to the bedroom, he startled two little ones.

These two little creatures have always been alert, even the slightest movement could wake them.

"Good Giant, where did you go?" Shell Lady yawned broadly and asked in a sweet voice.

"Went out for a bit, you all continue to sleep." Chen Shouyi said as he closed the window.

It was still before four o’clock, far from daybreak, and he also wanted to quietly ponder some things.

On the bed, Shell Lady sat up, rubbed her chubby little hands over her eyes, and said sleepily, "Little ones aren’t sleepy anymore, little ones want to watch Prepared."

The red little one, who had just turned with closed eyes, ready to continue sleeping, hurriedly opened her eyes upon hearing this and sat up eagerly: "Good Giant, if we’re watching Prepared, I’m not sleepy either."

What’s so fun about those few with hair like hair dryers?

Chen Shouyi hummed twice.

To be honest, this should be blamed on the City Government.

Last month, Bai Xiaoling sent over several movie projectors, saying they were specially supplied by the City Government, and brought along many movie tapes, including animated films. Chen Shouyi foolishly found an interesting one and played it once, and the two little ones remembered it.

Since then, the two little ones have loved it every day, like deeply addicted patients.

If only he had smashed it into... crushed pieces back then!

Seeing Chen Shouyi not taking action for a long time, Shell Lady slapped the bed sheet forcefully, making a loud "pop, pop" sound: "Good Giant, little ones want to watch Prepared! Good Giant, little ones want to watch Prepared."

"Prepared! Prepared!" The red little one joined in the commotion without fearing chaos, starting to yell as well.

Looking at the two naive, carefree little ones who have never known sorrow, Chen Shouyi sighed, somewhat envious in his heart.

The stronger his powers, the more he knew, the less happy he became.

In contrast, an ordinary person who knows nothing can live carefree.

"Alright, alright, I’ll show you soon."

He’s too lazy to quarrel with these tiny ones.

...

The sky gradually brightened, the entire city seemed to awaken from slumber, becoming lively.

He walked forward to pull open the curtains, and the glaring light flooded the room. A new day had dawned.

Walking back and forth in the bedroom, he hesitated for quite a while before picking up the phone and dialing the President’s Office.

A moment later.

"Mr. President, I’ve received some bad news over here. I hope you can prepare yourself mentally."

Chen Shouyi’s solemn voice caused the president’s originally relaxed smile on the other end to change slightly, with his heart sinking.

The fall of the Lord of Lightning was like a thunderclap signaling the end of winter, shattering the silence.

During this time, from national leaders to ordinary citizens, from the Rising Sun Country in the east to the European Union in the west, everyone had never felt so clearly that peace was arriving.

All around the world, there were celebrations and festivities.

Newspapers were filled with optimistic commentaries.

As if wars were over.

Humanity had entered peace.

Some comments even proclaimed this as the beginning of a new era for humanity, suggesting humans will gradually colonize other worlds, never again worry about resource shortages, entering an era of material abundance.

He didn’t stop this, but instead, official media led by People’s Daily were fueling the flames.

On one hand, humanity has been repressed for too long since the mutation, desperately needing a release.

Moreover, this optimistic rhetoric can boost morale and confidence.

Ironically, compared to the Barbarian God’s rule, the nation’s sustenance is more vulnerable.

Along the southeastern border, in the liberated Luo Yue Country, Menghu Country, and others, each month large numbers of refugees break through blockades to sneak into the Great Xia Country, without exception. But a more impoverished Tai Buddha Country, Ah Qiong Khan, has none.

On the other hand, the entire Supreme Military Authority Committee shares this view, everyone is incredibly optimistic about the future.

Yet no one has thought that humanity’s fundamental crisis hasn’t ended.

Perhaps instinctively, no one wants to think about it.

After all, it’s just too burdensome.

...

He waved a hand, the president’s secretary director, who was reporting work, was filled with caution as he swiftly walked out of the office, carefully closing the door.

The president took a deep breath:

"Okay, now you may speak."

...

With the phone in hand, the president remained still for quite a while before regaining his composure, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I understand. Can you come to the Capital City?"

"When?" Chen Shouyi asked.

"Three days later. There’s a multi-national summit. I believe it would be more effective for you to be present personally," the president said gravely.

"Fine, no problem," Chen Shouyi replied.

He hung up the call and stood still for a moment at the spot.

The animated film was still playing, with the two little ones watching intently without moving.

He walked to the bathroom to wash up.

With his hands he scooped up some water, wiped his face, looking at the porcelain-smooth reflection in the mirror, faintly glowing with a mysterious aura.

"I look increasingly inhuman."

Now his skin is tens to hundreds of times tougher than carbon fiber. On a microscopic level, highly specialized skin cells interlock and intertwine at the surface to form an incomprehensible high-strength structure.

He may look human, but in reality, he is far removed from humanity.

"Knock knock knock!"

At this moment, a knock was heard from outside the door: "Brother, it’s time for breakfast."

"Coming."

Chen Shouyi walked out of the bathroom and opened the door.

Chen Xingyue glanced disdainfully through the door at the animated film playing: "Brother, is this cartoon really that good? Why are you always watching it?"

Chen Shouyi felt weary; he was always taking blame for the two little ones.

If he hadn’t grown attached to the two little ones over time, he might have passed them to his sister already.

"Let me tell you a joke: Peppa Pig asks its mom: Mom, everyone says I look like a hairdryer. Mother Pig: Silly child, not at all. Just speak away from mom next time, you’re messing up my hair."

Chen Xingyue’s eyes widened, clueless, but not daring to mock her brother. After a while, she cooperatively chuckled twice: "Quite funny indeed."

Not a trace of humor cells.

Chen Shouyi thought silently.

"But what does this have to do with it?" Chen Xingyue asked.

"As long as it’s funny." Chen Shouyi took the opportunity to close the door: "Life is already so tough, what could be more important than humor?"

...

Later that morning.

Chen Shouyi set out for the Malay Peninsula.

He must admit, the power of the God of Fertility is insidious and soft, nourishing silently, truly hard to guard against. In terms of strength, he could crush the true form of the God of Fertility with just one finger.

But on another, more complex battlefield...

However, it can’t be helped.

It’s all for mankind.

If the God of Conspiracy wasn’t so unreliable, he wouldn’t have approached the God of Fertility. As for the other gods on Earth, he hasn’t contacted them yet.

Comparatively, the slightly more reliable God of Fertility is somewhat better.

Fortunately, from the last meeting till now, his will has increased by 0.4, reaching 24.5, and is vastly different from before.

Even if purely discussing the power of will, it surely rivals Weak Divine Power. Confronting a legendary incarnation of a Weak Divine Power Barbarian God, he believes this time he won’t fall so easily.