Gray Serpent approached the empty throne prepared for Lord Kevin.
Dim light shone on the seat from above, with the throne was vacant. A small figure emitting a sparkling flame stood in the void opposite the throne.
The irregular, snow-white windbreaker seemed torn into pieces, with the broken corners appearing to burn, emitting sparks.
Gray Serpent knew this was because Lord Shamash's power had increased again. However, the price was a significant reduction in her lifespan
She could have been nearly immortal, now she could only burn for a few more years for the Flamechasers's legacy, ultimately being completely annihilated by her own power.
Thinking of this, Gray Serpent bowed his head humbly with pure respect.
"Lord Shamash, our plan went smoothly. The leader of Anti-Entropy, who carries the power of the Herrscher, has already entered The Deep."
"Okay, I get it. But do we really not need to use force?"
"Lord Shamash, we don't need to do anything extra. The Eye of the Deep has flaws. Once they start it, they will inevitably accidentally open the portal to the quantum world. At that time, whether Welt is directly sucked into the quantum world or steps in as a rescuer or explorer, he will become the bridge for the Lord to return. Cocolia really thought that World Serpent wants to interfere in the research of The Deep, but she doesn't know that I'm just using this to pressure Anti-Entropy to repair and start the Eye of the Deep faster."
Gray Serpent straightened up and expressed his sarcasm in a reserved manner.
My dear ally, you are indeed capable, but you know too little.
This round, I, Gray Serpent, have won.
At this time, the voice of a disappointed colleague suddenly came from the side.
"Alas, I also want to go to The Deep! Gray Serpent, why don't you find a way to get me in, even if it's as an assistant to Einstein and Tesla? Their words are not too insulting to my wisdom."
"Jackal, don't make trouble now. I have opened the database of the The Deep project to you. If you are really interested, go and interpret and analyze these existing data. As for The Deep, it is a stage prepared to welcome back the Lord, so don't get involved."
"Tsk! How can dead data and living experimental facilities be the same? No matter how much you study the existing data, it is just copying others' words. Only in The Deep can you collect new data and gain new knowledge! Forget it, forget it, this is it for an amateur like you. I'm too lazy to talk to you. I suddenly have some inspiration and I'm leaving first. Bye, Lord Shamash~~"
Jackal winked at Shamash, then turned around and left as if no one was around.
Being mocked for his IQ again, Gray Serpent couldn't even get angry. He was helpless and numb to this colleague.
Forget it, as long as you work for Project Stigma, you are my Gray Serpent's good comrade.
The rest are minor issues, so I won't bother with it.
...
"Hmm?"
"What are you looking at?"
"No, Gray Serpent is just saying bad things about me again."
"Huh?"
Tesla was puzzled by Cocolia's words.
You are sitting in the headquarters of Anti-Entropy and you suddenly talked about what the agents of World Serpent said, are you here to play the role of a fortune teller to me?
But she didn't want to dwell on it too much. She had worked hard for The Deep for two days and two nights. Now she just wanted to lie down and enjoy her break.
At this time, Ninti was stepping on Tesla's back.
The small, soft feet gently stepped on Tesla's aching back. The light weight and the right strength, as well as the warmth of the feet, made Tesla moan comfortably.
"Hmm~Fresh~~"
"Sister Frederica, is this strength okay?"
The little girl lifted her skirt and asked barefoot in an extremely well-behaved and soft voice.
Tesla lay on the pillow with her face, raised one hand, and silently gave a thumbs up.
Ninti then slightly raised the corner of her mouth and stepped more seriously.
Next to him, Einstein was drinking coffee and didn't want to say he was envious, but the eagerness in bed eyes was very clear.
Only at this time did she envy Tesla's unscrupulous mouth. She had to maintain the magnanimity of a senior, so she couldn't shout that she wanted to enjoy it when she heard that Ninti had learned to step on her back.
"Sister Liesel, can I step on you later?"
"Uh, that, I won't..."
"Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."
"Okay, thank you, little Ninti."
The little girl showed a look of expectation for the stars. Who could say no?
Einstein looked at this special child. Her calm state of mind which had been calm for many years softened again because of her.
Welt also smiled involuntarily.
A child with Joyce's blood flowing in her veins is of great significance to three old people who have lived for half a century.
Especially since she is so well-behaved, kind, and lovely, it makes people want to pick all the stars and give them to her.
Then, Welt looked at Cocolia who was dealing with a large number of official documents. As the leader, he had to express his concern with a guilty conscience.
"Hey! Cocolia, don't you need to take a break? There are a lot of official business at the headquarters, so don't rush to finish it right away."
"No, I'm used to it. Anyway, since I'm here, in addition to solving the North American problem, I also sorted out the administrative system of the headquarters for you, and it will be fully implemented in two days. After that, the leader should be able to deal with most situations alone. As for the two doctors, just concentrate on scientific research. It's really a waste of your precious wisdom to deal with government affairs."
Cocolia spread several official documents in front of her, her eyes moving up and down, and her pen stroked quickly, but she could still distract herself to tell Welt what she had done.
In Cocolia's view, this was an adjustment that should have been made long ago.
The expertise of the two geniuses of the century lies in scientific research, not politics. Forcing them to deal with government affairs will not only have unsatisfactory results, but will also take up time that should have been used to create new technologies and new knowledge.
It is simply a waste of resources to an unbearable degree.
After Cocolia finished processing a set of documents, she spread out several more documents, examined them, and asked casually.
"Don't you have any vigilance or disgust?"
"Huh?"
Welt looked confused.
Cocolia didn't stop writing and sighed, saying.
"Many times I think that you, the leader, can only be described as magical. If it weren't for the power of the Herrscher, no one could beat you, and Dr. Einstein is not easily deceived by others, this Anti-Entropy should have turned the world upside down already."
"Ahem!"
"I'm not scolding you, I know you've tried hard. You are a good person, but you are indeed limited in ability and lack the courage to rule. It's okay that you can't do efficient and accurate official business, but you have to know that half a year ago we were strangers, even opponents, and now I'm almost seizing power."
"..."
Welt looked away speechlessly, embarrassed to face Cocolia's serious and indifferent expression. He really didn't dislike Cocolia's operation, but he felt guilty that she had come here so often, yet he had been bothering her.
Cocolia put away another set of documents, spread out a new one again, and said without raising her head.
"Let professionals do professional things. I have promoted several administrative staff for you. They will help you with most of the detailed work in the future. You just need to take care of the overall development direction of Anti-Entropy. If you are worried, I can review it for you once in a while to ensure that there are no major problems."
"... Thank you... Thank you."
Welt smiled stiffly.
At this moment, not only Welt himself, but also the three elders of Anti-Entropy felt a certain kind of suppression - a crushing from political IQ.
As the reliable one among the three elders, Einstein coughed dryly and had to change the subject to prevent the three of them from digging out three bedrooms and two living rooms with their toes.
"Hey! Come to think of it, Cocolia, which university did you graduate from? It must be a great school to be able to teach students like you."
"I didn't go to college."
"Huh?"
"I'm an orphan. I finished high school with government funding, and then I joined the army." Cocolia said calmly.
Einstein was obviously stunned for a moment and continued.
"But I think you are very smart, so you shouldn't fail to get into college."
"I got in. In fact, I was always the top student in high school. I didn't need to worry about tuition fees. With my grades, I could enroll for free."
"Then why did you..."
"Because the offer that should have belonged to me was written with the name of a high-ranking official's child. I had no other choice. In order to survive, I could only accept their 'good intentions' and join the army."
Cocolia didn't have any emotional fluctuations throughout the whole process, as if she was telling a stranger's story.
Einstein and the other two felt suffocated at the same time, then became angry at the darkness.
Einstein and Tesla both came from good families. It should be said that in their era, people with poor family conditions were not qualified to get involved in science. Welt was the same. He was able to make friends with people like them, and his family was also wealthy. After inheriting Joyce's power, he rose to prominence.
So it was difficult for them to truly understand the darkness faced by the lower class.
This was not their fault, but in the face of the extreme contrast between the helpless orphan and the radical leader who could cover the sky with one hand, the image of Cocolia suddenly became extremely three-dimensional.
For the first time, they felt ashamed.
"I tried to use my own power to seek fairness, but found that the world itself was unfair. This was a mistake. I thought I could correct it and fight for fairness for the children who deserved it, but then I was beaten into the dust... Then, the Second Eruption came, and everything in the past was overturned. Sometimes I don't know if I should thank that disaster, otherwise I should still be in prison at this time? Now think about it, life is really wonderful, what do you think?"
No one responded to Cocolia's words.
And she processed the documents silently, as if no response was needed.
Suddenly, the only sound in the living room was the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.
The silence was so uncomfortable.