Dawn of a New Era

Chapter 751 - 724: Aid Initiative

The steam turbine community housing.

After parting with Chen Shouyi, Song Tingting returned to her doorstep with her head drooping, like a salted fish with its nerve cut, looking listless, yet in her eyes there was a faint glimmer of rebellion and hope.

Hmph, even a kiss didn’t mean much; what’s so special about being a girlfriend?

She took out her keys from her small bag, opened the door, and was immediately startled, almost withdrawing the foot she had just extended.

Her parents were both sitting in the living room, their eyes fixed on her.

"Why are you back so soon?" Song Qiran asked.

Is this really my father?

"Dad, it’s almost ten o’clock, of course, I need to be back; I have classes tomorrow."

"Didn’t General Manager Chen send you home?" Zhang Jingyi asked curiously.

"He did! Mom, Dad, I’m going back to my room; I just remembered I haven’t finished my homework yet." After saying so, Song Tingting slipped to her room and quickly slammed the door shut with a "bang".

"This child, we were just talking to her," Zhang Jingyi complained. "It’s always like this."

...

July 30th.

The sky was a gloomy gray.

The international summit of leaders had already lasted for half a month.

Chen Shouyi arrived once again in the Capital City, to conduct the final vote regarding the ultimate decision on the future of humanity.

In reality, there wasn’t much room for discussion or argument; for humanity, every choice was a dilemma. Ultimately, it was decided to advance on all fronts: on one hand, to focus all of humanity’s power on the development of aerospace technology; on the other, to strive to improve the physical quality of all of humanity.

To prepare for future crises.

...

Holy Alliance Country’s capital, Huacheng.

Inside a grand cathedral.

"Useless, you’re all useless!"

"Is it only when all the soldiers turn their guns here that you’ll start paying attention? Tell me, how many times has it been already..."

For the past few months, he hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep. Yet, despite his agitated emotions, he showed no sign of weariness, rather, he seemed a bit exhilarated.

During this period, various resistance movements emerged one after another, completely overwhelming to deal with.

But that wasn’t the most serious issue; after all, these were nothing but ragtag mobs.

The most serious issue was the army and police showing signs of instability, with prevalent sympathetic sentiments, leading to instances of double-dealing and defiance of orders. Just today, an entire division even collectively defected.

Although this was just a minor ailment, unable to shake the rule of the entire Holy Alliance.

But it was undoubtedly an ominous sign, a precursor of a crumbling edifice.

This rebellion has caught the eyes of many fence-sitters, who are now restlessly eager.

He believed he had done well enough.

Society was transitioning, gradually allowing more freedom; many inhumane and even harsh laws were being abolished.

Now it seemed that his own kindness was the problem, that he had let these people eat too well, leaving them nothing else to do.

Finding himself rebuked so harshly by the Sect Leader, the Director of the Military Police Bureau, Kaisen, lowered his head, with a heavy expression, explaining:

"I admit there has been a severe dereliction of duty on my part. We’ve had traitors among us; some people’s minds have strayed significantly, forgetting the Sect Leader’s holy teachings, beginning to admire the old way of freedom."

"Then investigate, thoroughly investigate. Start with your own confidants; investigate everyone. I will have the Holy Alliance Investigation Bureau and the Central Protective Forces assist you." The Sect Leader said, staring intently at Kaisen. "I personally promoted you to this position. This is your last chance; do not disappoint me again."

"Yes, Sect Leader." Feeling the intimidating gaze above his head, Kaisen shivered inwardly, quickly bowing his head and responding loudly.

As a Sect Leader once favored by the gods, few knew he possessed legendary prowess.

"Then get out of here."

"Yes, Sect Leader." Uncontrollably shuddering, Kaisen quickly exited the office, carefully closing the door.

The Sect Leader snorted coldly, but as soon as he turned, his expression drastically changed.

A young man sat leisurely at his desk, flipping through the documents on it.

How?

When did he get in?

Beads of cold sweat quietly appeared on his forehead.

"Nice to meet you!" Chen Shouyi tossed the document aside, lifting his head.

As for how he got in?

Just some simple psychological suggestion.

Even the Destiny Thief and God of Conspiracy could use it proficiently, let alone him.

He just didn’t use it often.

After all, he wasn’t an old schemer like the Destiny Thief or God of Conspiracy.

What?

Afraid of being harassed by women with excess hormones!

Was he afraid?

"Where are you from, Your Excellency?" the Sect Leader endeavored to maintain composure, not daring to wipe the sweat from his forehead, nor call for the guards.

To have penetrated layer upon layer of defenses, and entered his office unnoticed.

Such an entity was beyond his imagination.

He was certain.

Just half an hour ago, the other party was definitely not inside.

After all, he had been sitting at that office desk, processing documents.

Unless the man had the ability to turn invisible.

"You seem to be nervous?" Chen Shouyi drawled leisurely, showing off his Chinese-style English, like a cat playing with a mouse, fixing his gaze on him.

But this mouse seemed a bit old.

The Sect Leader only felt as if he were being watched by a ferocious, terrifying Fierce Beast, the air seeming to grow thicker, and cold sweat pouring from him like a fountain.

(For better readability, let’s switch to Chinese for now.)

"May I ask, who are you, sir, and is there anything this humble one can do for you?" He forced down fear, bending over, with a face full of respect.

"My name is Chen Shouyi, and I have a nickname, God Chen," Chen Shouyi said indifferently.

"God Chen..." The Sect Leader, like a swan caught by the throat... an old swan, nearly lost his voice.

As early as when the Holy Alliance Country was still the United States, God Chen had already shaken the world, known as the Godslayer. The intelligence dossiers on him could fill several cabinets. In fact, according to the news recently smuggled back by the Alliance Intelligence Bureau from the European Union, the Lord was killed by this person.

"It seems you know about me; that makes it easier." Chen Shouyi smiled and stood up, suddenly holding a document: "Here’s a document; read it thoroughly and follow through."

Saying this, Chen Shouyi tossed the document in front of him.

Then he leisurely walked past him and out of the office.

The Sect Leader remained slightly bent over, motionless; throughout, he didn’t dare make any actions that could be mistaken.

It was a full half-minute before he slowly straightened his somewhat stiff body; he wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

Heart still racing, it felt like he had taken a walk through Hell.

Yet, at this moment, a faint sound, like fine raindrops falling, came to his ears.

He turned with difficulty, his entire body beginning to tremble.

He could only watch as the surrounding office furniture, including cabinets, chairs, documents, and even the thick carpet beneath his feet, began to accumulate dust, rapidly weathering away, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Leaving only a single document, completely intact.

"On the Technological and Talent Aid Project for the Great Xia Country"