Chapter 1691: Chapter 663: Empire’s Twilight (Part 3)

Nowadays, there are indeed quite a few people in the Empire Core still counting on Ren Zhong.

No one believes he would lead the Red Blade Army to betray.

That’s absolutely impossible.

Ren Zhong perceived this social atmosphere through the intelligence.

For a moment, he found it somewhat amusing.

Thank you for your trust.

If you truly count on me to save you, shouldn’t you at least appear worth saving?

"Wait a minute, something’s off here," Ren Zhong suddenly murmured to himself.

When he realized he had no loyalty to the Mechanical Empire and no intention of being a fool, he suddenly noticed that the Mechanical Empire indeed had many talented but hilariously blind loyalists known as Chosen Ones.

For example, the original creator of the "Super Network," Saint Tokamak Martis, after seeing his resume, Ren Zhong thought his abilities were no less than Sun Miao, Yang Misi, and his own.

This person was indeed unreservedly loyal to the Empire and the Royal Family.

Strangely, although he completed the creation of the "Super Network" when he was relatively young, supposedly still having creative potential, he achieved nothing further and appeared like a different person before and after.

"So, Chosen Ones are not naturally occurring but are artificially created tools by a higher civilization hidden in the shadows to balance the strength of civilizations, maintaining the intensity of intra-human competition. These Chosen Ones are not as impressively talented as depicted in historical texts; they are merely like me once navigating the crevices of time, directly achieving results and presenting them like mere transporters. No matter what type of Chosen One, after following the guidance of a higher civilization and completing their predetermined tasks, they return to mediocrity."

"In the Ancient Disk Galaxy, the one responsible for this should be that type of celestial body. The method of knowledge transmission by quasars must be through the resonance of information flow from a regular icosahedron. However, my situation is special; my thoughts are not disturbed by the regular icosahedron, so I cannot be monitored by quasars nor can knowledge be infused into me."

"Thus, logically, I am an impostor of a Chosen One. If the Mechanical Empire truly gets a Chosen One in this battle, it wouldn’t be me but someone else."

"Who could it be? What technology have they received? What changes could it bring? What should I do?"

Ren Zhong frowned in deep thought.

After pondering for a long time, he couldn’t come up with a decision immediately and could only continue to observe, taking one step at a time.

...

Duke Wenle Ivan Romanov was deeply troubled at this moment.

As a high-born noble with genuine roots, a true imperial citizen, and a Duke holding substantial power in the Empire Core, he had experienced insomnia for half a month straight.

He knew this situation was abnormal.

Even if he were to drop dead tomorrow, he wouldn’t find it surprising.

Yet, he remained incredibly energetic and clear-headed.

Moreover, he noticed that each day, strange new things appeared in his mind—scientific theories he had never encountered before.

He was in charge of espionage work in the Empire’s Intelligence Bureau, and these scientific concepts were unrelated to his duties, so he felt fearful rather than elated.

Duke Ivan even frequently wondered whether a Spirit Demon Race had infiltrated beside him, attempting to occupy the nest with another’s thoughts.

Or perhaps Ren Zhong had escaped from the Ascenders’ siege with the Red Blade Army and covertly returned to seek revenge?

Duke Ivan contemplated consulting a Telekinesis Master to examine his psyche but feared his mind was already overtaken by the Spirit Demon Race.

Now was wartime, and the Royal Family was highly vigilant against enemy spies; with his sensitive position, the likelihood of immediate execution was extremely high.

He endured a month of anxiety until he finally found relief.

On this day, the previously incomprehensible odd knowledge in his head finally connected, forming a coherent concept.

Duke Wenle was overjoyed and rushed to the palace.

"Your Majesty, Regent King, I’ve discovered a way to defeat all enemies."

Before the Emperor and the Regent King, Duke Ivan confidently declared, "It turns out I am the true Chosen One. Ren Zhong merely got lucky; he’s a fake. I’m the genuine article."

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