Chapter 206

“The inherent nature of natural humans is self-centered, with low interdependence between enforcement Districts and loose self-management within each District, thanks to years of peaceful existence… These are significant reasons why Mo Yin was able to easily capture several commanders.

From the moment natural humans awaken their mental powers, they never imagine these powers disappearing. They use mental powers daily to weave the world and produce energy. Everyone is researching how to make their mental powers stronger. The Third District’s research on synthetic human mental powers is another manifestation of natural humans’ pursuit of mental powers.

While the whole world moves forward, Mo Yin wants to single-handedly push this world backwards.

When entering the small world, Mo Yin’s information was limited. This part wasn’t in his background setting. After observing the weapon-making space for several days, this crazy plan gradually formed in his mind.

Originally, Mo Yin planned to attack the Judge, taking advantage of the Judge’s opening. When natural humans with mental powers level six and above gather around the Judge, Mo Yin plans to launch an attack using the “Darwin,” aiming to kill all natural humans with mental powers level six and above on the mental plane.

If the plan succeeds, only part of the Ninth District will have members with mental powers level six and above. The entire world’s structure will be rewritten, and the Alliance will face unprecedented authoritarian rule. Citizens of other enforcement Districts will all become slaves of the Ninth District, and civilization will regress.

This is a highly risky plan of extinction.

There are too many uncertainties in the entire plan.

The Darwin is the ultimate weapon Mo Yin is obsessed with researching. It can launch attacks within a certain range bypassing the mental alertness of natural humans. However, natural humans with level nine mental powers are too strong, with very short reaction times.

So there’s a gambling element here.

Suppose everyone holds their breath and focuses on judgment. In that case, perhaps the Darwin will have a chance to strike. It only has one chance; survivors among the natural humans will definitely defend themselves during a second attack. By then, Mo Yin would forcefully lead the Ninth District’s army to enter the Judge for a second slaughter.

As for the outcome of the final battle, Mo Yin isn’t completely certain.

This is a high-stakes gamble.

The winner takes all; the loser loses everything.

A plan relying on luck like this doesn’t fit Mo Yin’s style.

If you’re going to be crazy, be crazy all the way.

Mo Yin casually shared this terrifying plan with Tianshu. He knew Tianshu must have some kind of contingency plan. He thought from Tianshu’s perspective that even though the Alliance had been peaceful for a long time, leaving their enforcement Districts without any defenses didn’t make sense. Tianshu’s relatively calm attitude after being captured suggested he had a way out.

Now that Tianshu realizes how urgent the situation has become, how will he respond?

Mo Yin stared with interest at Tianshu’s face. He always felt they were very similar. Sometimes he would look through Tianshu to examine himself. It was a subtle feeling. The hardest thing for a person to understand is themselves. There exists someone in the world who is extremely similar to you, and that makes things delicate.

When a scar grows on someone else’s face, it’s the ugliest. Mo Yin could see his own weaknesses or imperfections through Tianshu.

Tianshu’s expression was completely cold.

No one could remain calm upon hearing such a terrifying plan, unless they weren’t a citizen of the Thirteen Districts or weren’t a natural human.

As a commander with his own ideals and beliefs, Tianshu has his own firmness and persistence. When drawing blueprints for the future, he also anticipates various extreme situations, prioritizing maintaining calm as the first principle.

“The direction of evolution is the continual strengthening of mental powers,” Tianshu said lightly, “and you’re going against the natural laws.”

“Natural laws?”

“I thought after we deciphered the secrets of genetics, such things would have been removed from our natural human world long ago.”

“The true natural law is change. Do we have change now?”

“The commander of the Third District is very creative; he actively seeks change. I’ll praise him again; it’s a pity he’s dead,” Mo Yin smiled, “Otherwise, I think he would support me.”

“Tianshu pointed out sharply, ‘His direction of change is different from yours.’

‘So I said he’s creative, but I didn’t say he’s right.’

Tianshu realized Mo Yin was extremely confident in what he said. Some people, when they’re crazy, fall into extreme chaos, losing their reason like a rabid dog. Others, when they’re crazy, reassemble everything with their own logic and values, which is rigorous and unstoppable.

Clearly, the commander before him belonged to the latter.

He believed he was right, and deeply so.

The irregular gale of the Ninth District struck again. The commander’s hair was lightly moved by the hurricane, which was far away. Mo Yin said, ‘Your expression seems to be saying, “What exactly turned you into what you are now?”‘

Tianshu was slightly startled.

‘You might think it’s the barrenness of the Ninth District that made me resentful, resenting the world’s unfairness. Or you might guess I encountered some huge setback, a great injury to my soul, so I turned into what you consider abnormal.’

‘I must remind you, I was born this way, without any hardships, just to please myself.’

The hurricane had already entered the outpost at a very fast speed. The pitch-black building stood still, and Mo Yin’s long hair wildly danced in the radiation-filled hurricane. He didn’t use mental power to resist this gust of wind but let himself be eroded by the sandstorm. His cold, stern face was as icy and hard as a snow-capped mountain.

Tianshu also didn’t use a mental power barrier to block the onslaught of the hurricane.

The sandstorm, mixed with rough metal particles, scraped across all the exposed skin. His eyes squinted in self-protection, the commander’s appearance in his line of sight reduced to just a faint shadow.

He heard the commander say, ‘If it were someone else, I wouldn’t explain, but because it’s you, I must clarify.’

In the center of the hurricane, Tianshu’s heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

After the conversation, Mo Yin had Tianshu stay with him at the outpost for the entire shift. After the shift change time, the two went down together, and Mo Yin told Tianshu another ‘good news.’

‘I can no longer afford to keep you.’

‘Your food ration and daily water needs will be exchanged for labor.’

‘The First District is fertile. You should be good at farming, right?’

If Tianshu had been captured at first, he might have thought Mo Yin was torturing him in a special way. But with his contact with Mo Yin, he knew Mo Yin was telling the truth.

The Ninth District upholds fairness as a strict rule. Even Mo Yin, a commander, has to take on some manageable labor after his daily work.

Tianshu didn’t know how to evaluate the Ninth District.

Is this place heaven or hell, and are its rulers angels or demons?

The barrenness of the Ninth District was despairing.

Working alongside others, Tianshu, wearing military uniform, surprised the citizens of the Ninth District with his involvement in agricultural labor. They looked at Tianshu with eyes that resembled looking at a fool.

Tianshu felt embarrassed for the first time.

Fortunately, Wu Zhong came to help him out and brought clothes suitable for labor.

Tianshu changed his clothes in the temporary compartment. He heard Wu Zhong talking outside to someone in a low voice. He enhanced his hearing with mental power, instantly amplifying the sound. Wu Zhong’s voice and tone entered his ears.

‘… The commander favors him.’

Tianshu withdrew his mental power.

After changing into his labor clothes and coming out, Wu Zhong hadn’t left yet, apparently confirming Tianshu’s situation. Upon seeing Tianshu’s condition, he nodded and prepared to leave but was stopped by Tianshu.

Behind the compartment was a desolate land. Tianshu opened his mental power barrier.

‘I want to know where I stand.’

Tianshu asked directly.

Wu Zhong’s expression was similar to those of the citizens working outside. He said, ‘What?’

Tianshu continued, ‘How many people are there like me in terms of status?’

Wu Zhong returned to report Tianshu’s situation to Mo Yin in the weapon-making space.

Mo Yin was studying weapons with his head down. He raised his head only when he heard Tianshu actively communicating with Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong said, ‘He asked me how many people are there like him in terms of status.’

Mo Yin immediately became interested, a faint smile appearing on his face. ‘Oh? How did you respond?’

Wu Zhong: “I said eleven.”

Mo Yin: “Eleven? Why do you say that?”

“Except for you, Commander of District Three is already dead. Aren’t there eleven commanders left among the thirteen operational Districts?”

Mo Yin smiled faintly, “Is that how you responded?”

“I just said eleven, and then I left.”

Wu Zhong also smiled, “Did I say something wrong?”

After a few seconds of smiling, Mo Yin’s expression suddenly turned cold, “Who allowed you to say that?”

Wu Zhong’s smile vanished instantly.

“Do you think you can mock him like that?”

“Being too clever for your own good.”

Mo Yin said coldly, and Wu Zhong lowered his head, “I’m sorry, Commander. I feared his favor might make him arrogant…”

“Shut up,” Mo Yin lowered his weapon, “Just focus on your own tasks. I know what you’re thinking. Are you worried I’ll change my mind because of him?”

“No…”

“One chance only. If there’s any more inappropriate behavior like this, I won’t forgive you.”

District Nine’s agricultural area wasn’t very large. After the ground was corroded by metal pollution, farming became extremely difficult, requiring four laborers for even a small area.

Tianshu was assigned to one of these areas. He had never engaged in farming labor before; strictly speaking, aside from training his psychic abilities, he hadn’t engaged in any labor at all.

The citizens of District Nine labored in silence. They neither displayed passion nor resistance; they simply mechanically performed their tasks.

All of District Nine’s mechanical industrial resources were focused on weapon production. Agricultural production was increasingly manualized. Tianshu noticed varying degrees of alienation among those working alongside him; their psychic abilities weren’t high, suggesting they were assigned to agricultural duties due to their lack thereof.

In Tianshu’s estimation, if he became an enforcer, he would change the divided state of District Thirteen, redividing the entire alliance’s old order from the upper levels. He thought Mo Yin shared his intentions, but Mo Yin’s ambitions were far deeper—he didn’t just want to break the old order; he aimed to transform the entire world into something new.

With no noble purpose, simply because he enjoyed it…

Tianshu had never encountered someone so willful and reckless.

Eleven? Was he the eleventh?

If true, he needed to reassess his position in Mo Yin’s eyes and avoid making any hasty decisions.

The most intense conflicts often hinged on small details.

After analyzing the information he received so calmly, Tianshu involuntarily smirked again, a cold smile.

Sensing Mo Yin approaching, Mo Yin was already quite close. Naturally, the psychic senses of ordinary people seemed dulled in this area. Tianshu turned around and saw Mo Yin standing nearby, staring at him.

Mo Yin didn’t call out to him, and Tianshu didn’t go over. After locking eyes from a distance for a moment, Mo Yin walked over. Others greeted him, and Mo Yin nodded in response, rolling up his sleeves and saying to someone nearby, “Bring another set of tools.”

Facing a commander who had come to labor in military attire, the citizens behaved normally and quickly brought over the tools.

Mo Yin bent down to work beside Tianshu.

Tianshu turned and continued to work.

Mo Yin didn’t seem to have come specifically for him but rather joined the labor as usual after finishing his own tasks.

The presence of those around him and the land itself seemed no different, yet there was a subtle difference that Tianshu felt. He controlled his gaze, reminding himself that all wars ultimately boiled down to human conflict. If he wanted to win, he had to be vigilant and calmly deal with Mo Yin…

“There aren’t eleven.”

A calm voice came from beside him.

Tianshu abruptly turned his head.

The commander was laboring, staring at the ground with focused eyes, as if he hadn’t just spoken to Tianshu.

Tianshu paused, looking at the commander in confusion, trying to figure out how to respond. Finally, the commander turned his head, calmly looking at Tianshu. “You are the only one.”