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The immense impact caused the two to spin several times in the air before regaining their balance, eventually hovering just a few meters above the ground.

The shockwave stirred up dust, forming a small dust ring.

Fanti gasped for breath, her body instinctively grabbing the cold metal shoulder of Chen Yuan's battle suit.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and what came into view was Chen Yuan, who was right in front of her, covered in mecha armor.

Is she still alive?

Was he saved by this demon?

"let me go……"

Fanti struggled desperately, trying to break free from the other person's embrace.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan grasped her hand and said, "Give me your hand, let our minds become one."

Bearer of Light: "..."

Chapter 62 Conspiracy

Meanwhile, in the VIP monitoring room of the Lighthouse Medical Area, the smell of disinfectant mingled with the low hum of the instruments.

Morgan slowly opened her eyes, her vision clearing as she saw a cold, metallic ceiling and soft, natural-looking light.

The weakness in his body and the dull pain in his brain made him feel terrible. Morgan struggled to sit up, but found that his body was too heavy to obey him.

"Lord of the City...you're awake?"

The medical staff standing by exclaimed in surprise, but then realized that the way they addressed him was inappropriate. A look of fear flashed across their faces as they quickly changed their words, "Mr. Morgan, how are you feeling?"

Morgan keenly noticed the change in the other person's address and the momentary fear, and his heart sank.

He turned his neck with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "The Lighthouse... how is it, Mark... Victor... Jingnan..."

"The lighthouse... is all right."

The medical staff's eyes darted around, trying to downplay the seriousness of the situation. "You rest first, I'll go and notify..."

He hesitated for a moment, then left in a hurry without saying his name.

Morgan's heart sank even deeper. A strong sense of unease gripped him. He forced down the dizziness, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to prop himself up, his feet trembling as he stepped onto the cold floor.

He refused all the help from the medical staff, and like a stubborn donkey clinging to the wall, he moved step by step with difficulty toward the door of the hospital bed.

He wanted to see for himself what the lighthouse looked like now.

Outside was the familiar lighthouse of Morgan's, the corridor smelled of engine oil, and the light was much brighter than in the ward, making it hard for Morgan to open his eyes.

However, just as his eyes adjusted to the light, what he saw before him left Morgan in disbelief.

In the distance along the corridor, Chen Yuan's figure was strolling leisurely, without any entourage, just by himself.

But wherever Chen Yuan went, the corridors were filled with workers carrying supplies, technicians hurrying by, and even a few junior officers in old-fashioned city defense uniforms passing by...

The moment everyone saw Chen Yuan's figure, they were like puppets being controlled by invisible strings.

brush!brush!brush!brush!

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed it hundreds of times.

They instantly stopped everything they were doing, their bodies stiffened, their feet together, heads held high, chests out, expressions serious, and their right fists pounding against their left chests, near their hearts.

Shout that sentence out loud:

"loyalty!!"

"loyalty!!"

"loyalty!!!"

The repeated expressions of loyalty broke Morgan's defenses.

Is this still the lighthouse he knows?

A radiant glow, almost like that of a believer!

Those city garrison soldiers, who had sworn to be forever loyal to the Lighthouse and Morgan, now stood at attention and saluted another man.

Chen Yuan was already used to this. He didn't even bother to look at the people standing at attention and saluting. He just waved casually or nodded slightly, without stopping in the slightest.

Morgan felt a wave of dizziness, his vision went black, and he immediately lost consciousness again.

He devoted his entire life to maintaining order at the Lighthouse and promulgated the Three Laws he was so proud of, which formed the foundation of his hierarchical system. But with these cries of loyalty, it all crumbled. Shattered!

Morgan felt like a clown abandoned by the times.

His heart was already weak, and now he couldn't take this blow; he wanted to die!

According to the original story, after Morgan's heart problem occurred, Mark would lead the Hunters team down to the surface to find the medicine, and then be stabbed in the back and have his throat slit by 4068.

Then Boss Bai's men released the spine parasite Mark, which led to a series of events. But now, Chen Yuan has arrived. Forget about the plot; Chen Yuan says that he is the plot now that he's here.

……

At the lowest level of the lighthouse, near the intersection of abandoned maintenance pipes close to the engine room exhaust treatment area, a secret gathering is brewing in the darkness.

Far from the main residential area, the loud hum of the pipes drowned out all whispers, with only a few dim emergency lights providing a pale green glow.

Charles (whom most people now privately call Chelsea, though he himself hates it) stood in the shadows, his pale face appearing ghostly in the green light.

He had long since taken off his prison uniform and put on an inconspicuous set of work clothes, but his eyes burned with a more venomous flame than ever before.

Charles looked around at the dozen or so figures gathered there.

These people are of diverse backgrounds; some are petty leaders of the upper class who harbor resentment after their privileges were abolished.

There are former warehouse managers who have suffered losses in the resource reallocation.

There were former Light and Shadow Society law priests who were forced into labor and harbored resentment, and even one or two marginalized hunters who felt extremely uncomfortable that "the common people were now on equal footing with them" after Chen Yuan abolished the hierarchy (Mark's core team members were naturally not among them).

Their only common ground was their dissatisfaction with and fear of Chen Yuan's rule.

"Look outside!"

Charles's voice was low but inflammatory, "That devil who stole power, he numbed the ignorant masses with false equality and freedom, suppressed dissent with his iron claws, destroyed the temple of our faith, trampled on the dignity of all of us, made us toil like dogs, live like ants, and even..."

His voice trembled with extreme humiliation, "They even wantonly altered and insulted our names!"

Shar-Pei stood behind Charles, his eyes bloodshot like a suppressed volcano, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and a low growl emanating from his throat.

The humiliation of licking the sole of his shoe that day, and the nickname "Shar Pei," are wounds that can never heal, and are also the most effective catalyst at this moment.

“We cannot live in fear and humiliation forever; we must resist,” a former local leader said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, no matter how powerful he is, he’s still just one person. There are always places his guards can’t cover!” a warehouse manager chimed in.

"Those mortals are getting too cocky now, they really think they're like us, bah!" A marginal figure among the hunters spat and said indignantly.

Charles looked with satisfaction at the anger in everyone's eyes; he knew the time was right.

He needs this anger, and even more so, he needs to use this anger for his own purposes.

"That's right, he's all alone."

Charles's voice was like poisoned honey, full of temptation and suggestion, "But he controls the core system of the Lighthouse, and those damn metal lumps. It would be foolish to fight him head-on. We need wisdom, we need patience to plan for the long term, and we need to dismantle him from within!"

"Inside? What should we do?" everyone asked anxiously.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Charles's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "First, incite discontent and spread rumors among the Dust People, saying that Chen Yuan's so-called equality is fake and that he will soon redefine the hierarchy, prioritizing the sacrifice of the Dust People's interests. Among the Upper People, emphasize that he has introduced inferior genes from the ground, threatening to pollute the purity of the Lighthouse, creating suspicion and antagonism. As long as anyone believes this, panic will soon spread."

Chapter 63 Returning to the Survival Base

"Second, find his weaknesses."

Charles's gaze swept over everyone. "He can't stay in his armor forever. Look at his diet? His sleep schedule? Is there anyone he cares about? For example..."

Thinking of the Lightbringer Vatican, a strange glint flashed in Charles's eyes; it seemed he could make good use of him.

"Third, and most importantly."

Charles's face twisted in a grimace. "We must tell everyone quietly that he is not a savior at all, but a demon in human skin, an evil incarnation sent by Mana Ecology to destroy the last spark of humanity!!"

This claim is utterly absurd, but it has a remarkable inflammatory effect on a population whose faith has been destroyed and who are filled with hatred and fear, especially among former members of the Light and Shadow Society and those with conservative mindsets.

"Yes, he is the devil!"

This evil spirit must be eliminated!

In the darkness, pairs of eyes gleamed with a fanatical, ferocious light.

"very good."

Charles smiled and said, "Now, go back and gather information, spread rumors, and win over any forces you can, and wait for my signal..."

He slowly raised his hand, making a gesture used in prayer by the Light and Shadow Order, but now it was filled with a sinister undertone: "When darkness shrouds the lighthouse, light is about to arrive, the Lord of Light and Shadow will bless us..."

Inside the abandoned pipes, a somber vow echoed for a long time.

Charles was like a malignant tumor lurking deep within the steel shell of the lighthouse, weaving a vicious web of conspiracies, waiting only for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to the high and mighty Lord of Shadows.

The brief calm is merely the most oppressive, suffocating silence before the storm arrives.

Chen Yuan ate golden popcorn while watching the live feed from Longxin. It was so exciting, even better than a movie!

To be honest, Chen Yuan wanted to join them in their actions.

"..."

"Since you want to play, I'll give you a chance."

Chen Yuan muttered to himself as he finished the last piece of popcorn.

……

The next morning, Chen Yuan left the lighthouse with ten Iron Guards, leaving all matters to Victor's assistant for the time being.

Witnessing Chen Yuan leave the lighthouse with his iron guards, many people had other thoughts.

A greasy man, who had just crawled back from the ventilation duct, tumbled in, his face filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

"Lord Charles, good news! The Lord of Shadows... no, that demon Chen Yuan... he's gone!"

"what?"