Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 717 - 361 Yawgmoth【Part Two】

Chapter 717: Chapter 361 Yawgmoth【Part Two】

Yawgmoth recounted his plan to the Ninth Martial God like this.

"The Seventh Martial God nearly drained the entire Jianghu of resources, but still failed. Do you know how great a blow this was to the Path of Chivalry? At that time, the whole Jianghu began to darken, and countless Heroes chose to give up. It rose with such momentum, and collapsed with such turbulence—however, the Seventh Martial God ultimately fell short. He had been victorious, right up until the point where the troop organization could no longer sustain him."

"Perhaps it is precisely because the Seventh Martial God did not suffer total annihilation that the Path of Chivalry did not collapse. But normally speaking, according to the development of history, the flag of chivalry was about to fall. The flag would go down. Its segments would change their tune and appear anew, vying with more numerous, more chaotic, and more uncontrollable currents of thought for the power to oppose me. This doesn’t seem too good. Although the flag of the Path of Chivalry isn’t great either, it’s at least a bit better than more disgusting things. It can serve as one of the fragments of old civilization, participating in the final holy war."

"But first, I need to find a way to eradicate the worship Heroes have for Xiang Shan."

The Ninth Martial God looked at Yawgmoth: "So your method is..."

"So my method is, to increase the number of Xiang Shan’s failures."

—Revolution cannot fail, progress cannot ebb, modernization cannot collapse. Because "moving forward" also consumes resources at the spiritual level.

In other words, to curb the worship of a person, one simply needs to add failures to their record of battles.

"Your existence is to allow the Path of Chivalry to continue, while continuing to weaken," Yawgmoth smiled, "You must be positioned as Xiang Shan’s failure, then people will no longer revere the Martial Gods. Thus, except for me, the last god will have been killed."

Xiang Shan trembled and asked him: "Have you witnessed Earth now? And Mars... and Venus... Do you know how the people on the ground live? You... why have you become like this? Yawgmoth, what exactly..."

"Everything is for the ultimate eradication of the Undead," Yawgmoth’s expression finally settled into calm, "In another one hundred and sixty years... which will be the three hundredth year since I parted ways with Xiang Shan, the final battle will erupt. Protectors from different planets will engage in combat, confronting each other in forms of organization they have discovered. The vast majority of them will be annihilated, but the few who prove themselves will have most of their memories erased by the Restoring Enzyme, and together with humans from the Gene Bank, they will start a brand new civilization."

"All that was built by the old humanity will be cleared away, this generation of humans will be free to rewrite their genetic information, free to expand the boundaries of their bodies... They will not be subjected to the slightest ancestral shackles. They will be free to build a better civilization. But now, the ’erasure’ of the old is not yet complete!"

The Ninth Martial God rebuked angrily: "Those people... those living now..."

"This is a necessary sacrifice!" Yawgmoth rebuked loudly, "I must do this! I can only do this! Otherwise, no matter what efforts we make, humans cannot escape the great calamity of history!"

The Ninth Martial God shook his head: "Yawgmoth... Yawgmoth! Didn’t you always long for the welfare of all living beings? Why have you become like this..."

Yawgmoth had already calmed down. He said: [I allow you to access the memory file "hopeless"... I sealed it into your database from the beginning...]

The Ninth Martial God sank into boundless darkness.

The 2060s of the 21st century.

He sat restlessly in front of the computer.

A Mysterious Person sent him a CD to view. According to the system, it was a box of records he bought online. But he never bought such records. Judging by the handwriting, it might have been from Zhu Xinyu. He and Zhu Xinyu have been friends for over thirty years after all; he could still recognize it.

It was just very strange for Zhu Xinyu to want to hand over a set of data to him behind other people’s backs.

And the note that came with it even said that now anyone could be "fake," and no one could be trusted.

Yawgmoth looked at it. That set of data was the key gene map data for several viruses, including a type of modified bat rabies. These viruses were commonly used in Benchmark Human Remodeling Surgery.

But Yawgmoth quickly saw the clues.

At the same time, he broke out into a cold sweat.

Why...

Why is there such a thing?

Someone was attempting to insert genes for synthesizing a special protein into human genetic information. This special protein would occur on human neurons. In this case, a small electrical signal could easily affect the chemical activity within neurons...

Simply put, humanity would be completely controlled by tiny electrical signals.

Normal Benchmark Human gene modification surgeries contain similar genes. However, the proteins selected by Yawgmoth for the Brain-Machine Interface did not distribute extensively among all neurons, resulting in limited interference within the chemical activities inside the neurons.

For the sake of safety, Yawgmoth had already reduced the neurons’ sensitivity to electrical signals.

Why...

Who did this?

Which neurons will express these genes?

I don’t know...

Experiments are needed...

But...

He glanced around in horror.

The person capable of creating such a thing must be a top geneticist. Yet the top geneticists should all be within this research facility.

Who did this?

Who betrayed humanity?

For whom was this design created?

What impact did this result have?

Was anyone in this laboratory involved?

Who is it? Who is it?

Can a breakthrough of this level really emerge in the academic world without leaving any trace?

Whom can he trust now?

He realized that he absolutely could not conduct verification within this laboratory, or he might die.

Yawgmoth planned to head to a loosely regulated area in Eastern Europe. Initially, to evade others’ notice, he had completed the first case of Benchmark Human Remodeling Surgery on himself, setting up numerous arrangements in that region. He had several labs there, unknown to anyone, hanging under the names of some small institutions.

He stood up in a daze.

At that moment, the man realized something he didn’t want to admit.

"Some enemy" had used technology entirely identical to his own, only with some "malice" added as an ingredient.

This technology was developed by him.

To save humanity, Yawgmoth had developed technology that could dominate humanity.

Then, humanity was secretly dominated.

After last month, an explosion occurred in Yawgmoth’s laboratory. Yawgmoth fell into a waste water pool. In the sewer, he saw that the fire brigade coming to the rescue was surprisingly equipped with heavy weapons.

Yawgmoth left without uttering a word.