"Since we cannot make a breakthrough in this world for the time being, is it possible to bypass this ban on ourselves?" A senior executive asked: "We can retain our bodies in reality. The scale of the dimensionality reduction plan is so large that few people may......"
"Jacob, if I hear similar remarks from you again, I promise you will never have a chance to reduce the dimensions." Charles Vanne said coldly: "We launched the dimensionality reduction plan. We may indeed have various reasons to implement this plan, but this is undoubtedly a betrayal of the entire civilization."
"We sacrificed everything that can be sacrificed, ruined everything that can be ruined, and let down everything that can be defeated. The final dimensionality reduction plan is still irreversible, but on this basis, if someone wants to be a deserter and seek benefits for themselves, I promise that I will kill them with my own hands." Charles' eyes shone coldly: "I am not targeting Jacob alone, but everyone present."
"Calm Charles, here are all your colleagues, they are not as unbearable as you think. Everyone here has gone through countless tests." Another senior executive said in a low voice: "I know we did make a mistake to finally make the dimensional reduction plan appear. This is the worst mistake in Torchwood's history, but no one wants to see this."
"And you, Jacob, maybe others may escape the dimensionality reduction plan, but you, we, everyone present, do you really think you may be unplanned lucky?" The voice continued to ask, "Think about the martyrs who want to pass on the inside story, who have succeeded? No, we are facing the evil gods outside the timeline. They not only represent the wisdom of darkness, but also control the probability. When you have this idea and put it into action, I have no doubt that you will die in an accident, maybe a traffic accident, a vehicle that has lost control, or a circuit accident..."
Just as the voice was speaking, Jacob's body suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness, or in other words, his consciousness left the game world and was offline.
The entire conference room suddenly became quiet, and even the senior executive who had spoken before was stunned.
More than ten minutes later, another high-level person who went offline to investigate the situation returned to the world with frost: "There was a leakage in Jacob's game cabin, and he was cooked in his game cabin."
"Obviously, Mr. Jacob not only had this idea, but also took practical actions." The senior executive who spoke before shook his head: "As you can see, we have no way out now. When we see our dark fate, it has been fixed and no one can escape. Mr. Charles can rest assured now."
"This is our retribution, and we should accept it calmly." Charles Fann remained indifferent and had no mercy on his dead colleagues. Of course, the others present did not perform much better than him.
"Don't put yourself on the moral high ground, Charles, think about who dug out the first stone slab at the beginning." Another voice appeared to express his dissatisfaction: "If you weren't so serious at the beginning, maybe our future would be completely different."
"That slab exists objectively, and even if we don't discover it, it's still here and there." Charles snorted: "We shouldn't have been defeated by the cruelty, but there are too many of us who are too weak."
"Don't talk about anything objectively with me, Charles, before you dug out the damn stone slab, it exists like Schrödinger's cat, quiet and elegant, without causing trouble for anyone, and no one can be sure it is there." The voice sarcastic again: "That evil god may have buried the stone slab five thousand years ago just a second before you shovel the last shovel, otherwise how could you have a surprised expression on it? I can't forget your big mouth that can't be closed."
Charles did not respond again. He remained silent, or he became even more silent. He could feel the vague repulsion of the entire Torch Wood senior management. As the first person to discover the clues left by the evil god, he himself could not be 100% sure whether his judgment really affected the progress of the entire civilization.
This damn bad culprit is too big for him to take it, and no one can take it.
"If the new Chinese discovered the stone slab, what would they do?" Charles had asked himself countless times.
They will probably mobilize the national reserves, and then use the strictest review standards to check which people have been labeled by evil gods in their genes, then isolate these people, and then do their best to solve their own problems. Even if they have contributed half of the citizens for this, what is even more terrifying is that those citizens who have been sacrificed will not complain about it.
Charles smiled bitterly, why aren't they? Why are they EU people? The genes of the entire population were marked by the evil gods, as if silently mocking, mocking the entire human civilization.
The dimensionality reduction plan was the first order issued by Tsengchi to the EU people. This order was limited to the top of Torchwood. They were unable to resist. Between obeying genetic instincts and genocide, they could only choose the former. At least this choice would not cause the EU people to become history within forty-eight hours.
But what after the dimensionality reduction plan? If Tsengqi conveyed more evil orders and more difficult conditions, where should they go?
Charles didn't know, and he didn't know the entire Torchwood.
Fortunately, Tsengchi's orders are abstract and broad. In addition to the goal of overall dimensionality reduction, they have a lot of room for operation, such as uniting with the Church of Morning and placing new hopes on the Lord of Morning and angelizing themselves in order to fight against the pressure from chaos in the game.
However, these seemingly effective plans were ultimately declared failure due to various accidents.
Charles knew that at least half of his colleagues had been completely defeated. Now, as long as a great demon of Tsengchi appeared and hooked their fingers at them, they would kneel on the ground and shout - I wanted to know for a long time, and I wanted to know for a long time, but I only Tsengchichi, and I would not be trapped by them. This kind of nonsense.
In fact, what Charles couldn't understand the most was why Tsengchi still kept the Torchwood organization, and even let it play its due role, instead of openly announcing that the Europa Empire will officially belong to Saint Tsengchi from now on.
Chapter completed!