novelraw Chapter 968 - 28: Lord Entropy’s Commission
Chapter 968 - 28: Lord Entropy’s Commission
"Doctor!" The assistant shouted loudly, "Quick, someone come! His Excellency the President has had a stroke!"
A stroke, the formal term is cerebral stroke, is a disease caused by the sudden rupture of a blood vessel in the brain, or damage to brain tissue caused by the blockage of a vessel preventing blood from flowing into the brain. Compared with sudden cardiac death, stroke is more painful, and once it occurs, even if rescued, there is a high probability of resulting in disability.
David Lyn himself is a Beta Rank [Spirit Medium]. In theory, his spiritual power far exceeds that of ordinary people, making him one of the least likely people to have a stroke.
Because of the need to contact wandering souls and communicate with the dead, [Spirit Medium] cannot replace their original body, one reason being it impacts spiritual power output, and another is to avoid disrespecting the dead — the deceased cannot see the living body parts of a cyborg, and a full body replacement would be as terrifying as living dead in the eyes of ghosts of the dead.
Even so, the high-intensity work and extremely stringent demands he placed on himself pushed David Lyn into developing high blood pressure.
As soon as they placed David Lyn into the ICU, the physicians began harshly rebuking the assistant and Minister of National Defense, among others:
"What are you doing? No capitalist has exploited a worker as ruthlessly as you have exploited him. He hasn’t slept for five days and has been engaged in high-intensity mental labor. Are you trying to murder the President? He’s almost ninety, and you bunch of useless wimps still rely on a ninety-year-old man to run the show. Aren’t you ashamed?"
The Frost Plated bureaucrats were extremely embarrassed, bowed their heads, and dared not speak.
——Due to the new system in Frost Plated Country, there has been a high regard for technocrats over the years, but this comes with the cost of lacking elite bureaucrats proficient in managing national affairs and diplomatic skills.
Because, currently, Frost Plated doesn’t actually have an elite class; civilians and workers have no interest in politics, preferring to dig more coal. Does being President earn more than my level-nine mining worker?
It wasn’t until David Lyn was on the operating table that the bureaucrats realized they had been overly dependent on David Lyn’s leadership, to the point of neglecting one thing: David Lyn was merely a mortal.
His Excellency the President had few hobbies throughout his life. Besides learning and reading, he engaged in warfare, military life where smoking and drinking are essential skills. David Lyn was devout and didn’t drink to relieve stress; his only outlet was smoking, and he only enjoyed Frost Plated’s domestic ’Romantis’ cigarettes.
Almost all his children had passed away, and his wife and parents had also died early. He had no interest in wealth and no motivation to amass fortunes, only treasuring the gifts other national heads of state had given him.
Aside from that, his greatest pleasure was collecting cigarette cards, especially the ’Hunting Love’ set from Romantis. Each card had a clichéd little love story. Every time President David Lyn finished work, he’d ask his secretary to buy a pack, but he was never in a rush to collect them all at once. Instead, he would fold the cigarette box after smoking, seeking that tiny surprise.
Perhaps that was when President David Lyn was at his most human.
At other times, David Lyn maintained a high level of mystery and rigor, always meticulous, executing the coldest and most decisive actions with a gentle tone and kind visage.
However, David Lyn was just a mortal.
Forty minutes later, the hospital issued a critical condition notice. According to legal provisions, President David Lyn had to enter hospice care, and Frost Plated Vice President Cassion Fudi was to temporarily take on duties until the next election.
This old President, who had accompanied the Frost Plated People for forty years, finally reached this moment.
Simultaneously, uplifting news came from the battlefront. A large area of Ersha had been cleared, with the remaining apostles of Entropy numbering less than a hundred thousand. Victory was within reach.
But now, no one could bring themselves to rejoice.
When people stepped outside the bunker and watched the Ersha constantly being burned in the sky, they realized just how vast the distance between humans and deities truly was.
And they were indeed lucky to have had a great leader without divine power.
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His consciousness kept sinking. The smell of blood, alcohol, and disinfectant no longer filled David Lyn’s airways. His body grew heavier, while his mind seemed to become lighter.
〖David Lyn, regain consciousness.〗
A voice mixed with those of men, women, old, and young spoke from all directions.
’Who...are you?’
David Lyn instinctively used his spiritual power to speak—a move that startled him. He never imagined that his spiritual power could transmit so far, almost infinitely, without any attenuation, spreading continuously.
〖Open your eyes, I want to talk to you.〗
David Lyn skeptically tried to let his spiritual power flow through his form, assembling his image in his mind’s eye. The process was quite effortless, and soon he constructed a body of the soul; Will connected to it effortlessly, and he opened his eyes.
〖Three natural seconds—you are excellent, more outstanding than I thought.〗
In his field of view, there was only endless red and black Ersha.
’Are you Lord Entropy?’
David Lyn felt only surprise before asking without arrogance or subservience:
’Forgive my bluntness, do you still assume the role of Death?’
〖To you, I am Death. To me, you are parasites on my back.〗
Lord Entropy’s voice came from all sides:
〖I’ve resided here since Azure Star was only 1,800,000 years old, and your ancestors—single-celled ’Luca,’ appeared on this planet a mere 4 billion years ago.〗