Chapter 108: Contamination
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Has the dragon egg been fertilized? Liu Weihang was slightly taken aback but did not find Huang Ze’s question particularly tricky. After all, an unfertilized dragon egg was far less valuable than one successfully fertilized.
He quickly responded, "We asked Ms. Hong about that."
"These four eggs were not produced by her directly but obtained through other means. They are fertilized, yes, but there’s no guarantee all will hatch."
"...So they’re not her own eggs, just a reseller..."
Huang Ze felt somewhat disappointed. If these four eggs had been produced by that red dragon herself, he would have had to admire her guts—willing to do whatever it takes to make money. Then, if needed, he could consider asking her to act as a surrogate in the future.
"Alright then, I’ll meet her. After all, four fertilized dragon eggs are quite valuable to us," Huang Ze said after some thought. "But I recall she’s somewhere near the southern border, thousands of kilometers away. In a few days, I’ll be flying out—can we arrange this in time?"
“It’s a bit difficult," Liu Weihang nodded. “So we plan to wait until you return from your flight before scheduling a meeting with Ms. Hong.”
“That works,” Huang Ze agreed, then added, “But shouldn’t she hand over the eggs to us first? Otherwise, what if she tries to deceive us with fake or dead eggs? That would be a huge loss.”
“You’re right,” Liu Weihang agreed solemnly. “We thought the same and have made it clear to Ms. Hong that she must give us the eggs first before we arrange a meeting with you.”
...
Huang Ze remembered his last encounter with Pan Weiming was about half a year ago—though not that long, it felt like a lifetime. Pan Weiming’s condition was poor: sunken eyes, pale face, and noticeably thinner than before.
Even stranger were his completely black eyeballs, disheveled hair, and an eerie aura that sent chills down one’s spine.
“Is there really no way?” Huang Ze felt uneasy and asked, “Have you tried having a priest perform purification or using holy water to exorcise the evil?”
“We’ve tried everything,” Liu Weihang said grimly. “Every method we could think of. We even consulted that detained angel… but to no avail.”
“The corruption by the evil god is extremely peculiar—it affects the soul on a profound level. Ordinary purification or holy water barely works. Stronger purification is hard for the Chinese body to endure…”
“...I see.” Huang Ze sighed and pushed open the door, sitting face to face with Pan Weiming.
Pan Weiming’s black eyes suddenly gleamed with spirit as he looked Huang Ze over with a strange smile, his hoarse voice saying, “Huang Ze, long time no see... Your body looks a bit odd.”
“...Pan, you still remember me?” Huang Ze was surprised. He had assumed Pan Weiming’s mind had succumbed to madness under the evil god’s corruption, but he seemed unusually calm and lucid.
“Of course!” Pan Weiming smiled more widely. “Everyone thinks I’m crazy, corrupted by the evil god, but that’s not true at all. I’ve just gained greater insight, seeing the world more clearly and profoundly!”
“...Your body looks great, may I touch it?”
“I wish I had such a good body too, so I could shed this rotten flesh and embrace greater progress.”
“Pan... you still say you’re fine!” Huang Ze became serious. Pan Weiming’s mental state seemed more eerie and frightening than outright madness.
“Hahaha... that’s right, I have problems!” Pan Weiming suddenly laughed wildly, slapping the table. “And it’s not just me—we all have problems!”
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“Even you, Huang Ze, are no exception. And your problem is definitely worse than mine!”
“...What do you see?” Huang Ze’s heart tightened. Though he suspected Pan Weiming was speaking nonsense, he couldn’t help feeling a sinking weight.
“Nothing.” Pan Weiming’s black pupils stared deeply at Huang Ze, inscrutable. “But precisely because I see nothing, I’m certain your problem is very complicated!”
“...”
If he could make such a judgment, it meant Pan Weiming’s mind was at least somewhat clear. Huang Ze was surprised—it was quite different from the legendary evil god’s corruption.
Could it be that this evil god had evolved, professionalized its corruption, and learned to mask itself?
“Pan, snap out of it!” Huang Ze calmed himself and spoke seriously. “You were the best among us, most scientifically literate. I believe with your knowledge, you can see through the tricks of these gods!”
“Haha... Huang Ze, no need to worry. I see very clearly!” Pan Weiming laughed loudly. “And because I see clearly, I became like this!”
“You think I’m crazy, miserable, and pitiful now? No, quite the opposite—I’m relaxed and clear-headed!”
“To hear the Way in the morning, to die in the evening—that’s the beauty of great insight you’ll never know!”
“Why!” Huang Ze was puzzled and even pained. “Weren’t you the biggest believer in science? Do you really think in a world locked down at the microscopic level there could be some real, great insight? Stop dreaming!”
“Haha, Huang Ze, you don’t understand!” Pan Weiming sneered, “Humans on Earth rely too much on sight to study the world, not realizing our understanding is trapped by our vision!”
“What the eyes see is not necessarily the true world!”
“...”
Hearing this, Huang Ze felt strangely moved. He was at a loss for words and even somewhat confused, thinking Pan Weiming might have a point.
Fortunately, a voice came through his earpiece—Academician Ding’s: “Mr. Huang, don’t believe his nonsense. Our study of the world is not solely based on vision but a series of rigorous scientific methods!”
“The simplest, most complex, and most important of these is mathematics. You can ask him if he still believes in math and knows C language.”
Huang Ze snapped out of it and relayed this to Pan Weiming.
Pan Weiming’s expression changed drastically, furious and wild, ranting that math was the most terrible corruption, the most dreadful Pandora’s box, and that humans would eventually be dragged into an abyss by mathematics!
“...”
Huang Ze fell silent, finally certain Pan Weiming was truly corrupted by the evil god. He had once revered math as humanity’s greatest invention. Without it, civilization wouldn’t have reached its current state; humans would still be in the ancient age, never mastering electricity and electromagnetic waves, never sparking the electrical revolution that created today’s civilization.
...
Huang Ze didn’t argue but asked, “Pan, what exactly did you see through the telescope?”
“Who is this evil god corrupting you?”
“Hahaha... I won’t tell you. Go see for yourself!” Pan Weiming looked like he had completely lost control after Huang Ze’s question, a malicious smile on his face. “And it’s not an evil god!”
“The term ‘evil god’ is just a slander by you Chinese! Its greatness and divinity are well known!”
“...”
Good grief, he doesn’t even consider himself Chinese anymore!
Huang Ze was angry. The Pan Weiming he knew, though not a pure-blooded loyalist, had a strong love and defense for their homeland. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have become friends.
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But after brainwashing by the evil god, he no longer cared for his country. How could Huang Ze tolerate that?
He immediately contacted his heart, ordering it to devise a solution.
His heart fell silent—a rare occurrence—either because the problem was difficult or it didn’t want to provoke the evil god prematurely.
But his mind kept urging, finally suggesting a temporary remedy—electrotherapy!
Electricity is the purest energy and can effectively remove the physical corruption in Pan Weiming’s body, though it’s powerless over the soul.
Better a temporary fix than none at all, Huang Ze took hold of Pan Weiming’s shoulder and administered a fierce electric shock, making his head steam before stopping.
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“Sorry... I disappointed everyone. I couldn’t get any answers,” Huang Ze said remorsefully when meeting with Academician Ding and others—not only blaming himself for his failure but for not helping his friend.
“Mr. Huang, there’s no need to be so hard on yourself,” Ding smiled reassuringly. “Before you arrived, Pan Weiming wouldn’t say a single normal word to our staff. His brain and eyes seemed to have their own standards and refused to talk to us ‘lowly beings.’”
“It was only because your life force was strong enough that you caught his attention and got so much communication.”
“Are all those corrupted by this evil god like Pan Weiming now?” Huang Ze asked. He had heard more than forty thousand Chinese had been corrupted over the past six months due to their night observations.
That was no small number, and if all were as severe as Pan Weiming, the problem was grave.
Fortunately, Ding shook his head, “No.”
“Our research shows that the longer the observation and the higher the scientific literacy, the easier the cognitive collapse and corruption by the evil god.”
“Pan Weiming’s case is among the worst. Most others are milder and often recover after some hospital treatment.”
“...”
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