108: A bomb called Epic

4:00 AM.

The secret base's network was a physically isolated military intranet. But for Lin Feng, this wasn't an issue.

Jiang Wanqing had given him a one-time 'backdoor' with the highest level of authorization.

It was a one-way channel encrypted through layers by the military's technical department, allowing him to publish information to the public network without exposing his own location.

This was a 'privilege' granted to him by the higher-ups.

It was also a form of tacit consent.

Wang Dalong leaned in close, his palms sweating from nervousness as he stared intently at Lin Feng's operations.

"Brother Feng, are you really going to post it? Want to think it over one more time?"

Lin Feng didn't speak; he just moved the mouse and opened the backend of 'the wind speaker' channel.

That account, which had been silent for three days, had reached a terrifying number of followers—three hundred million.

People from all over the world, speaking different languages, were leaving comments frantically every day, praying, cursing, and searching.

They wanted to know the truth.

Lin Feng uploaded the edited video.

【The Epic of a Race】

In the video description, he wrote only one line.

【This video is an artistic creation and conjecture based on maya mythology; it is purely fictional. Please watch rationally.】

The font was bolded and highlighted in red.

Then, he pressed the publish button.

Beep.

A soft sound.

A bomb had been thrown into a swimming pool.

No, it was thrown into the Pacific Ocean.

The first minute after publication.

Because they had set special follow alerts, the phones of over fifty million people worldwide emitted a sharp notification sound at the same time.

Countless people were startled awake from their sleep. When they saw the notification on their phone screens reading [Your followed creator 'the wind speaker' has posted a new video], all traces of sleepiness vanished instantly!

The video began with a dead, silent universe.

Immediately after, a deep blue planet appeared in the center of the frame.

A narration began.

It was Lin Feng's voice, processed to become deeper and more ethereal, like a chant from a distant time and space.

"In your understanding, what is a god?"

"Is it an omniscient and omnipotent Creator? Or a personification of nature controlling wind, rain, thunder, and lightning?"

"Now, I will tell you a story about how a 'god' was born. A story of mortals slaying a god to create a new one."

The pace of the video was extremely fast, and the amount of information was dense to an outrageous degree.

From the primitive sacrificial rituals of the Zhuojin Star to the dawn of technology, and then to the first industrial revolution.

From the first spaceship to break through the home planet's atmosphere to a massive interstellar fleet.

The visuals were magnificent, and the special effects—no, those weren't special effects, those were real images with a heavy, desolate texture that couldn't be simulated with CG.

Countless viewers held their breath as they saw the people of Zhuojin Star engage in a tragic civil war due to the depletion of their home planet's resources.

When they saw the survivors boarding the last ark, the 'Harbinger', wandering lonely through the universe, many people's eyes turned red.

And when the video finally revealed that to combat cosmic radiation and the vastness of time, the people of Zhuojin Star chose to upload the consciousness of their entire race to a quantum server, merging into a unified digital life without individual emotions—the 'eye of omniscience'.

The entire internet completely crashed.

Network monitoring centers in countless countries sounded the highest level of alarm at the same time.

"Abnormal traffic! Global backbone network load exceeds the threshold by nine hundred percent!"

"System crash! Servers in Tokyo, London, and New York are all overloaded!"

"Unable to trace the source! The publisher's IP is like a black hole, swallowing all our tracking signals!"

On major social media platforms, the comment sections had completely fallen.

【My god... Oh my God... This isn't a conjecture! This isn't art! This is a documentary! A documentary of an alien civilization!】

【Collective consciousness upload... digital immortality... we're still discussing theoretical feasibility, and they've already done it! And they failed!】

【The person above! Did you even understand? They didn't fail! They succeeded! They created a 'god'! A god that is omniscient and omnipotent in the truest sense!】

【So tragic... for the sake of survival, they abandoned individuality and emotions. In the end, that 'god' also withered due to energy depletion and was forgotten by the Maya people they created... This is a tragedy on a cosmic scale!】

【I'm an aerospace engineer, and I only saw one thing—the engine of the 'Harbinger'! That antimatter propulsion method... it seems feasible!】

This time, there was no fever for treasure, no greed for gold.

Every viewer was seized by a grander, deeper emotion.

It was awe for a great civilization.

It was fear of the universe's ruthless laws.

And it was deep reflection on the future destiny of their own civilization.

At this moment, the name 'the wind speaker' was completely deified.

He was no longer just a treasure-hunting streamer.

He had become a prophet revealing the truth of the world, a divine messenger walking among men.

South Pacific, Black Alloy Base.

Inside the medical room.

Osiris leaned back on the bed, a massive light screen floating in front of him, playing the video Lin Feng had just released.

His expression was more solemn than ever before.

"Sir..." the researcher beside him said with a trembling voice, "this Lin Feng... he knows far more than we imagined!"

Osiris didn't speak; his single eye stared fixedly at the strings of Zhuojin Star script flashing across the screen.

Lin Feng had thrown it in front of the whole world like it was trash!

"He's retaliating," Osiris's voice was bone-chillingly cold. "He wants to drag us down with him, making everyone come to snatch this cake."

"Then we..."

"Let him post it," Osiris suddenly revealed a strange smile. "Since we can't stop it anyway, then muddy the waters and drag everyone in."

He turned off the video and looked at the researcher.

"Pass the word down, the plan starts ahead of schedule."

The researcher shuddered, his face instantly turning pale.

"Sir! But the plan is still unstable..."

"There's no time left," Osiris interrupted him, a crazed light flickering in his single eye. "I must get what I want before that happens."

"Lin Feng... he is a very good key."

"Soon, there will be people more anxious than us to snatch this key."