Work Prophet

Li Yu let the sperm whale go, which made Taylor less interested in the subsequent hunt.

She casually hunted a few sharks afterward and then controlled the giant squid back to Dream Island.

By the time she swam back into the island's lagoon, that familiar dizziness hit once again.

Li Yu opened his eyes and found himself back in the white giant egg where he had previously sat, as the liquid inside continued to descend.

Until the last bit of liquid disappeared, only the water stains on the ground reminded him that everything that had just happened was not a dream.

A moment later, the door of the white giant egg lifted upwards, and Li Yu walked out from inside.

He looked across the way to see Taylor also rising from her seat, and she said lightly,

"It's getting late, you should go back."

Li Yu nodded, "Thank you for inviting me tonight, it was indeed an extraordinary and unprecedented experience."

Taylor opened the fridge and took out a bottle of beer, "You're welcome, you're an excellent employee of the company, you'd know about this eventually. I just let you see it in advance."

Li Yu walked to the door but suddenly stopped, "Director Taylor, can I ask one more question?"

"Go ahead," Taylor said, taking a sip of her cold beer.

"What happens to the consciousness of the giant squid that we possessed?"

Taylor raised her eyebrows and retorted, "What about the consciousness of those people you resurrected with the [Rebirth Bell]?"

"They were already dead before being possessed by new consciousness."

"The same principle applies to the giant squid."

"I see."

After Li Yu left, Taylor took a shower in the bathroom, wrapped a towel around herself, and pulled open the bathroom door, only to find a shadow standing outside.

The scene in front of her felt like a classic moment from a horror movie, yet Taylor did not scream like the heroines in films. She only glanced at the person, then walked past as if he did not exist.

The shadow seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, a little girl sitting on the sofa spoke up, "Boring, Taylor, can't you be scared by me just once?"

"Salman is not scary at all, every time he looks at me, he scares himself first," Taylor said calmly.

"Alright."

"When did you arrive, Windsor?"

"Just now, I didn't want to interrupt when you possessed the giant squid, so I didn't show up."

The little girl named Windsor was also one of the five directors of the Third Era, who had appeared at the annual meeting before.

And the shadow outside the bathroom was the handsome Indian guy who was always with her.

Pausing, Windsor continued, "Maybe next time I should try to bring Sergei over, to stand outside your bathroom."

"That poor man is even worse than Salman, other than past glory, he has nothing left."

After finishing, Taylor said, "What brings you to me?"

"You were so fascinated by that guy named Li Yu that you rushed here the moment he arrived at Dream Island. Of course, I had to come and see if you thought he'd be the final winner?"

"He will definitely be the final winner," Taylor declared with undeniable certainty.

"Why?"

"Because he has [Reborn]."

"Immortality is powerful..."

Taylor shook her head, interrupting Windsor, "It's not his immortality that's powerful, it's the significance behind this sequence."

Hearing this, Windsor fell silent.

"Don't you understand yet? The moment he appeared, this test already ended early. You're a Christian, you should know what [Reborn] means to all Christians."

"He will be seen as that person's incarnation, the 21st-century Jesus, the new Savior.

Among the five directors, I'm a Christian, you're a Christian, Bernard is also a Christian, so he will definitely get three out of the five votes.

Given his nationality, Mr. Qin might not agree, but he will definitely not oppose it, and as for Sergei, he's insignificant. Regardless of who gets chosen, he'll oppose it, so his vote doesn't matter."

"Tsk, by that account, he really would find it hard to lose."

"That's the power of faith," Taylor said, "Especially in the face of calamity, people will particularly need faith."

"Do you plan to tell him the truth then?"

"No, according to the company's regulations, we cannot disclose any information about the 'apocalypse' to company employees before the final vote."

Windsor blinked, "But..."

"But I will submit an application to the board, requesting to move the voting time up," Taylor continued, "Since the outcome is already decided, there's no need to waste resources anymore.

"Time is of the essence. The sooner he is exposed to the truth, the sooner we can prepare. As for technology, we are progressing well, in at most another six months, we will complete the final phase of research."

"What about the other operatives?"

"Let them continue extracting resources. Our faith deficit is still quite large, and when the time comes, except for keeping two backups, clear them all according to the original plan."

"That's quite wasteful, the company has invested a lot of effort in them," Windsor said regretfully.

"There can only be one True God," Taylor's tone was unprecedentedly cold, "For the survival of the human race, sacrifices are always inevitable. As a novel I really like once said, losing humanity, lose a lot; losing animality, lose everything."

"The question is, can the person we've chosen understand this?"

"From tonight, he still has concerns in his heart, but I hope he can understand, he can only understand because he has no other choice."

Taylor's eyes sparkled in the dark, and Windsor didn't speak any further this time.

The two just sat quietly at the table, seemingly lost in memories.

Meanwhile, at Red Leaf Manor, Mr. Qin was also still awake. He brewed a pot of tea, sat silently in a quiet room sipping tea alone as the incense in the burner was nearly burnt out.

Bernard, at this time, was by a subway station in Paris, playing Sibelius's Violin Concerto in D minor, deeply absorbed, completely immersed in the music, attracting many passersby to stop and listen.

Meanwhile, in front of Lenin's Tomb on the west side of Red Square, a drunkard in a military uniform was fast asleep in the greenbelt.

Bitten awake by mosquitoes, he scratched his backside, opened his sleepy eyes, and saw that there was a series of jumping numbers on Lenin's Tomb beside him.

That string of numbers, counted in seconds, equaled exactly a thousand days, and on the other side, the four others saw the countdown only they could see at the same time.

The expressions of the five suddenly became serious.