Chapter 31: Wondering How Hot Pot Feels to the Taste?

Chapter 31: Wondering How Hot Pot Would Taste

The fall of the lighthouse did not mean that Roko’s actions would cease.

First, everyone was temporarily settled in the valley, and then the scavengers were dispatched—not to hunt monsters this time, but to target humans!

During the dismantling of the tower, eight or nine-tenths of the Shadowlight Society’s upper echelon perished. Yet a few escaped, and Roko showed no mercy to these colluding charlatans. Like the Lightbearers, they were all locked away in eternal dark cells to pray to the Lord of Shadows in utter darkness.

“Dr. Carrie, come here for a moment,” Roko suddenly remembered. “You’ll continue to oversee the research department; experiments and studies will proceed, but you’ll need to cooperate with the suggestions from the survivors on the surface. As for volunteers, just select them from those newly imprisoned in the dark cells.”

The slightly disheveled Dr. Carrie hobbled over and, upon hearing Roko’s words, immediately smiled with satisfaction. “This is perfect, thank you, Seer.”

Her tone was full of flattery mixed with a hint of apprehension.

“Seer?”

Roko twitched the corner of his mouth. Damn it, had that title spread so quickly?

Seeing his helpless expression, a few people chuckled, and Erica teased, “Seer, please give us orders!”

“Little girl, don’t be silly.” Roko lightly flicked her forehead.

“Mo City, Jeff, help organize the non-combatants and evacuate them underground. Have them transport some basic infrastructure to set up a new settlement below.” Roko disclosed the locations of four hidden underground entrances, and Mo City and his team left with a few men.

It was still best to establish the living area underground for now. The scavengers and guard troops would temporarily garrison the surface. After most people had entered the Return Origin sanctuary, they would gradually develop the surface into a fortress within the valley.

Fortunately, the lighthouse had fallen slowly. Only the suspended district beneath for the common folk was completely destroyed. Elsewhere, aside from chaotic disorder, there was no severe damage—the massive iron structure was quite sturdy.

The underground space was vast enough to accommodate the current population of over ten thousand… wait, after dismantling the tower, hundreds had died at Roko’s hand alone, and with accidents added, the number had sharply decreased by over a thousand.

“The city lord position should still go to Mark, though right now he looks more like a chieftain of an orc tribe.” Roko patted Mark’s shoulder and then glanced at the tall, commanding Jing Nan.

“Jing Nan, you’ll serve as the deputy city lord and manage all basic affairs until Mark regains his human form,” Roko said casually, as if dropping a major responsibility.

Jing Nan was flattered and wide-eyed. “Me? What about you?”

Roko shrugged. “I don’t like being a city lord. That title binds and restricts. Also, one more thing: can the central electromagnetic cannon designed to counter king-level devourers be modified into a trump card cannon with adjustable angles and directions?”

Jing Nan hesitated, then looked at the engineer Jessica and the technical research team. “We can try, but success isn’t guaranteed.”

“Hmm, no rush. It’s just one more card to have, one more layer of security,” Roko replied.

He then issued further orders: while annihilating the Shadowlight Society, the Law Institute would be dissolved and replaced with a new, more humane oversight organization.

The hierarchical system would be overturned, at least establishing institutional equality for all.

However, the Three Great Laws would remain in place until “Return Origin” was widespread; otherwise, if everyone suddenly began forming romantic relationships or claiming familial ties, the emotional outbursts might attract king-level devourers from the skies.

While the revolution stirred passion, reason was still necessary to discern right from wrong.

Once everyone was busy, Roko finally approached Morgan and silently stood beside him, gazing up at the sky.

“General Victor, you should reorganize the restructured guard troops. Remember to root out any pests Charles left behind,” Roko said with a smile to Victor behind him.

Victor frowned but said nothing.

“Sigh, go then,” Morgan sighed. “Don’t worry about me.”

Only then did Victor turn and leave.

“He’s just like that; don’t mind him,” Morgan returned to calmness, seemingly resigned to the situation.

Roko pushed the wheelchair and entered the lighthouse, which resembled a fortress of steel.

“Take me to see the brain,” he said.

“Hm?” Morgan was momentarily confused.

“The Clotho System,” Roko explained with a smirk.

Morgan shivered briefly but, having witnessed Roko’s many mysteries, was no longer shocked and said wearily, “Let’s go, to my office.”

Roko smiled. “Aren’t you curious about my identity now?”

Morgan gave a bitter laugh. “What’s the point? I only know you might be humanity’s hero, or you might be the one who buries lighthouse humanity.”

“Even if the lighthouse hadn’t fallen, it would have crashed three days or a week later. You heard me—flying devourers have already appeared; the skies are no longer safe,” Roko said calmly.

“Maybe humanity has already exited the stage on Earth,” Morgan joked bitterly. He truly couldn’t win against Roko now.

“The old humanity should indeed step aside. Adapting to the mana ecology, unlocking inner potential, and cultivating spiritual essence—that is the future of the new humanity,” Roko chatted casually with him.

A few minutes later.

The door from the office to the energy and computing center was cut open by a massive serrated chainsaw, with a heavy mech standing beside it.

Victor must have forcibly rescued Morgan. Undeniably, he was a loyal subject, remembering the old city lord even in times of crisis.

In the spacious hall stood a massive incubation pod containing a half pink-purple superbrain. Many tendrils extended from it, embracing an even larger machine—a fusion of biology and technology forming a supercomputer capable of predicting the future.

Roko looked up, and just as Morgan thought he had zoned out…

“I wonder how this thing would taste in a hot pot? Looks pretty chewy.”

“Hm? Hot... hot pot?! *cough cough*...” Morgan froze, then burst into a violent coughing fit, his eyes filled with incredulity and disbelief.

Any ordinary person witnessing this magnificent sight would be amazed, yet Roko’s thoughts were unshaken—he even joked mockingly.

“I’m not joking. Eating this brain should increase intelligence, right?” Roko saw through Morgan’s thoughts and mercilessly made him embarrassed.

Little did he know, Roko had actually seen the Clotho System before—he’d watched it many times in anime. Even though it was still somewhat curious in reality, he never showed it.

“Sizzling… Roko, someone’s coming,” Ran Bing’s voice came through the earpiece.

Roko pushed Morgan toward the exit. “An old acquaintance of yours is here. Don’t you want to see him?”

Morgan hesitated, then lost control of his expression and said in a low voice, “I’m tired. You go.”

“If you’re not going, fine. But the armor should be returned to its rightful owner. It’s useless here in the lighthouse,” Roko smiled and called a guard. “Take the old city lord back to rest.”

“Yes, Seer!” The guard’s respectful address made Roko stumble.

It seemed the title had deeply taken root in people’s hearts, but Roko was no seer—in truth, from the moment he landed, he had no knowledge of what the future would hold.

Outside the lighthouse, Roko saw Bai Yuekui and others standing atop a cliff hundreds of meters high.

Then, amid the awe of countless onlookers, he unfurled his wings and soared into the sky.

Several guards exchanged envious remarks.

“So the Seer is a new human!”

“I thought he was a devourer?”

“I heard Captain Mark is also a new human and will soon regain his human form?”

“I heard the same. I wish I could become a new human too, and as strong as the Seer.”

“Don’t dream. I heard all city defense troops close to Charles were wiped out, not a single one left—all slain by the Seer alone. He’s too powerful.”

Such conversations were everywhere. People's perceptions were gradually changing, clearly influenced by Roko’s words.

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