Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 86: It's a big deal, you can't control it
Hunter Ciri, who received an emergency call from Mason, got a headache when she saw the letter. She had just returned to Star Castle from the support battlefield in that A-level world yesterday, and her tense spirit had just relaxed for a while when she was "conscripted" by Mason.
After asking Mason and hearing the specific answer, I felt even more troubled.
Just the words "It's a big deal, you can't handle it" were enough to make Ciri's heart twitch.
She knew that Mason's emergency B-level promotion mission was an order from within the Quint Society. On the surface, it was to reward Mason for bringing back important information from the Isu world, but according to that guy's guess, it might also be a warning.
Logically speaking, Mason should keep a low profile in this situation.
But unexpectedly, less than four days later, he seemed to have done something incredible again.
"Thank you for reminding me not to get into trouble, but I need a reason to report to my superiors."
In the large office of Star Castle, the hunter who was still lying on the bed turned over, straightened his messy hair, and said helplessly through the roaring letter:
"Do you understand what 'lurking' and 'covert operations' mean? Most of the time we have single-line communication here, and every time we take the initiative to call, we have to use a very complicated procedure.
Believe me, Mason, I have absolutely no interest in the contingencies you encounter on this mission.
But I have to know the general idea.”
In the time chaos area of the Speed Force Matrix, Mason took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He organized his words and said to the roaring letter in front of him:
"I know that the superior institution has a special research organization called 'Fox Nest'. Don't worry about how I know this. As far as I know, the researchers there have spent a long time proving various measures to protect the planet under impact events. Any valuable means are regarded as very important research results by them.
And now, I have a matrix in front of me."
He glanced at the speed force light bands above his head that were spreading in the form of yellow lightning, and said to Ciri:
"This matrix has protected the time I am in for seventeen years, and it is also the key to preventing it from being affected by the Third Impact, which is the goal of completing my B-level promotion mission this time.
I have found it.”
“Isn’t this wonderful?”
Shiri wondered:
“Record that matrix and write a report. I will forward it to the higher authorities through the correct channels. If you can complete the task perfectly and become a Class B personnel, I won’t have to worry about it for you.
The world you're in is about to be destroyed, which means that what you found is seriously flawed. Although it can help a world survive the impact, the side effects are terrible.
This method is not considered brilliant, and the geniuses in Fox Nest may not think highly of it. "
"Well, if only it were that easy."
Mason sighed, blew a puff of smoke, and said:
"What if I tell you that the time I'm in was actually destroyed when the first impact occurred? It has existed in the gap between 'life and death' for a full seventeen years, Ciri... Hello?
Are you listening?
Can you give me some response?"
The roaring letter in front of Mason maintained its mouth slightly open, as if perfectly simulating the hunter's astonished expression at the moment. You know what, this magic method simulated Ciri's mouth quite similarly.
Revealing a dull elegance with a trembling brain.
The hunter was stunned for several seconds before she spoke in a regretful and troubled tone. She said:
"I regret asking you. I should have listened to your advice. I am asking for trouble... Wait a minute. I will initiate the confidentiality procedure and contact Mr. A.
I don’t want to hear a word of what happens next, just talk to him directly.”
This attitude surprised Mason.
He asked curiously:
"Although I guess they think of you as a cheap and useful puppet striker, your authority shouldn't be so low, right? It's always okay for you to sit in on the discussion."
"No, Mason, I can't hear the specifics ."
Ciri explained softly:
"Remember what I told you last time? Becoming a Grand Master has its price. If you C-level personnel are a pair of eyes observing the worlds, then I am like the connection between the eyes and the brain.
All information that passes through my hands is "open and transparent" to certain entities.
Although it won't read most of them, if it gets interested in reading my 'chat history' one day, it will be troublesome."
"But you know it now."
Mason raised his eyebrows and said:
"If I deliberately avoid it, won't it be considered 'disloyal'?"
"'Loyalty' is a non-existent concept to it."
Ciri replied with an inexplicable emotion:
"Just like the three mentors don't care what the C-level personnel think, it doesn't care what we think in our heads.
Do you pay attention to the thoughts about bread when you eat it?
The Stars are a ruthless system, Mason, and it is the source of our ruthless tradition. As for whether it will arouse its anger and disgust, I don't care much.
It needs me, so I am not in danger yet. I can't say more. Wait a moment, Old A is already in contact."
Ciri jumped out of bed in her pajamas, walked barefoot to her desk, opened the drawer, took out an old cell phone, and sent a message to a number that had only one record.
She combed her hair, made herself a cup of coffee and patiently waited for a response, then said to Mason:
"Let me remind you that Mr. A is a very easy-going person...at least that's what I thought before."
“I understand.”
Mason nodded.
The roaring letter in front of him was suspended in the air and closed its mouth, which meant that Ciri had quit the communication. When the letter opened again, the thinking it represented was that of another guy.
Mason had also captured the important information implied in what Ciri had just said.
First, Ciri said that loyalty does not exist for the divine devil that controls the Star Society, which means that the higher the soul curse is, the higher the coercive power may be.
When reaching Ciri's level, the forced constraints and manipulation that did not exist before may have already appeared. In the worst case, as long as that guy is willing, the three mentors may become his "puppets" in an instant.
Secondly, Shirley said she was not worried about her unfaithful behavior being discovered by the devil because the devil needed her.
This indicates that the devil may not be able to move freely for some reason. It cannot directly manipulate the Star Society through its own actions, so it must have three great mentors as its symbols to manage the organization on its behalf.
Moreover, the formation of such a deep contract means that the devil will also be subject to certain constraints, and it will also suffer losses if it wants to get rid of Ciri.
Mason stroked his chin and took this moment to think:
“Therefore, Lord Fate, who founded the Star Society, is likely in a ‘semi-sealed’ state.
Zha Kang also said that to maintain the continued effectiveness of a soul curse on a scale of tens of thousands of people and across many parallel worlds is also a terrible pressure on the caster himself. Even a powerful dimensional demon would not easily spread his power to this extent.
Although we, the members, are connected to the existence of the devil through the lighted candles, we give it 'immortality' while also causing it to be 'constrained' on a symbolic level.
According to Zha Kang's previous speculation, this guy is likely to be in a "sleeping" state for a long time. Ciri just said that most of the time he is not interested in what is in the minds of the great mentors.
Maybe it doesn’t want to see...
But the time it is awake is really limited, and its precious time cannot be used on meaningless things like checking the thoughts of its subordinates.
Um……
In summary, perhaps for a long time to come, Team K will not need to worry too much about the pressure directly from Lord Fate, but what is certain is that if we want to destroy the foundation of the Star Society, then it must be the ultimate boss I have to face. "
Behind Mason, Barry Allen from the time silhouette saw that he had been waiting in silence, with precious time passing by, so he couldn't help but want to step forward and urge him.
But Xiao Shan stopped him with his hand.
Barry from his hometown said to his own time-space alter ego:
"Don't disturb him at this time. Although I don't have much contact with Mason, I guess he must be thinking about something very serious right now. The way he thinks reminds me of Batman...
Uh, not your old man Batman who is as cruel and death-like as the Grim Reaper. "
"Ahem"
A slight cough sounded on the silent roaring letter in front of Mason, as if to remind Mason that there was a new call request. The captain raised his head and looked at the silent roaring letter in front of him.
He said:
"Hello, Mr. A, I'm sorry to take up your valuable time."
"Hello, Mason."
A man's voice came from the howling letter and responded to Mason's greeting politely. His voice was not low or deliberately hoarse, but a normal conversational tone.
There is a sense of distance in politeness.
"I'm actually not very busy right now. You picked a good time."
This guy said in a teasing tone:
"I am participating in the formulation of the authority tree and material distribution that need to be updated immediately in the parallel world system after the Third Impact. It sounds very important, but in fact it is just a group of old immortals from various worlds getting together to discuss how to 'divide the cake'.
They had a big fight this time.
Perhaps they all felt the pressure from each other, so they were too lazy to even make an outward gesture of solidarity.
You know, Mason, when everyone could become a life-and-death opponent at any time, every resource and every fighter is precious.
Let’s not talk about this anymore. I heard from the hunter that you found some very valuable information?”
"Yes, a speed force matrix that can affect the operation of time."
Mason didn't hide anything.
Since he was asking for help, he naturally had to make his words clear, so he described the working principle of the Speed Force Matrix according to his own understanding. At the end, he reminded:
"The Matrix has been running for seventeen years, draining all the energy of a great Flash, and as his body is about to collapse, the system is coming to an end.
Obviously it's horribly flawed, but I think it's a blueprint that needs to be improved but has proven its usefulness and is very useful to you all."
"Indeed, a time-delay system that can withstand three impacts without collapsing is the most valuable knowledge I have seen in the past few years."
Old A did not play along. Realizing the value of the Speed Force Matrix, he said decisively:
"We must obtain this knowledge. It may help the researchers in Fox Nest to find new ideas. Tell me, what help do you need from me?"
"There are 7 billion people in the world who need to be relocated."
Mason finally got to the core issue.
He said:
"Most of them are ordinary people. My base world cannot accommodate so many people, and there are less than 22 hours left before destruction."
“I can allocate twenty top-level transfer gates to you. As for who will help you and the target world to be transferred to, the hunters will help you choose.
After the Third Impact, there will be many worlds in need of human resources, and our partners in various worlds will properly resettle these space-time refugees."
Mr. A immediately made the decision:
"And you, Mason, and your team's only mission is to bring this knowledge back intact! Also, I need to meet with you after this is over.
I'll set the time, you choose the place.
It's just a conversation, it won't take up too much of your time."
Mason's heart skipped a beat, but he did not refuse and replied:
"We can talk about these things later. Now there is another troublesome problem. There is a speedster here. He should be an explorer and conqueror sent by other factions of the Hope Council..."
"Kill him!"
Old A said:
"Handle it cleanly."
"Uh, okay."
Seeing the other party's decisiveness, Mason didn't know what to say. However, when the conversation was about to end, Mason asked again:
"Old A, I'm curious, are you also a member of the Hope Council?"
"Me? No, no, no, I am not one of these outstanding people who represent various powerful worlds. My talent and ability make me completely inadequate for this kind of career that requires intrigue with my accomplices all the time.
Compared to these big shots, I am just a humble public tool.
I am one of the countless silent servants in this system."
Old A smiled inexplicably, and at the moment when the roaring letter was burned, he said:
"Okay, no more jokes . I hope that the Council will take over as the rotating Speaker this month... My term will end in a week, which is just the right time to help you complete this task without anyone noticing.
I hope you were satisfied with my service, Mason.
You are the most valuable newcomer our organization has accepted in recent years, bar none. Oh, by the way, after your B-level promotion mission is completed, take a few pioneering missions from the hunters to brush up your qualifications.
I will try my best to arrange it for you.”
He reminded:
"There happens to be a vacancy in the A-level Twelve-member Council. We can arrange for you to join. With the abilities and skills you have shown so far, a bigger platform will be more suitable for you to display your talents."
After saying this , the envelope in front of him burned to ashes and disappeared as Mason, whose eyes were twitching, watched.
Mason's mind was buzzing.
What the hell?
I haven't figured out my B-level promotion mission yet, and you've arranged for me to join the A-level Twelve-member Council?
This was an overly generous move, so generous that Mason couldn't help cursing and using Batman's mindset to think whether there was any hidden trap in it.
The answer is obvious.
I finally gained Ciri's slight trust, but before they even had their first conversation or met, Old A started to set a trap for me.
If Ciri had been less cunning, this unexpected promotion alone would have been enough to destroy the fragile alliance between her and Mason.
Although Mason did win the vacant position himself, to be honest, he had no interest in that position at all.
"Problem solved."
Mason pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind.
He turned around and looked at the three completely different Barry Allens behind him and said:
"Support will be arriving soon. We should prepare to evacuate this endangered world."
"But that person asked you to hand over the knowledge of the Speed Force Matrix!"
Xiao Shan said worriedly:
"Although you must pay someone for your help, I doubt whether he can be trusted. Do you think he can be trusted, Mason?"
"Of course not."
Mason looked at the skinny Barry Allen running hard in front of him and sighed:
“If I had to team up with one of them to destroy the aliens on a world, I would definitely choose the dog…
We'll give him the blueprints for the Speed Force Matrix.
I promised.
But I didn’t say I would give it all away.”
He paused and said:
"Just give them a rough outline. They have so many talented people over there. I believe all they need is a rough idea. As for this valuable knowledge..."
Mason looked at Xiao Shan, pointed at him and said:
"You! I don't care what method you use, just memorize every detail, not a single punctuation mark, and then bring them back to the Watchtower and hand them over to Bruce Wayne personally.
Now, welcome to our unwelcome little gang, Barry Allen."
"Should I say something like, 'I feel honored?'"
Xiao Shan curled his lips. While warming up, he said:
"But since it's a gang, there must be goals and enemies, right? What is the goal? What is the agenda? Who are the enemies?"
“The goals are not clear, and the program is not clear.”
Mason curled his lips and said:
"After all, the only official members right now are Team K and Batman. As for the enemies, there are many of them, basically everyone except us...
You see, this is something you had to ask.
It’s too late for you to quit now.”
