Chapter 283 - 235: The Time Club Is to Blame for This

Chu Bamboo sat there quietly, watching the black mist begin to spread, watching one drone after another, one camera after another, go dark.

Finally.

All signal sources were completely cut off.

After a moment of thought, Chu Bamboo tried making a call, only to find he was outside the signal area. "So... has this place become a complete information island?"

"If I go out now, I’d probably just drop dead, right?"

Chu Bamboo glanced toward the main gate and gave a silent, wry smile. He then looked up, gazing at the ceiling that glowed with a soft light, and scanned the surrounding Ecological Garden.

"So, what now?"

Chu Bamboo was silent for a long while before making a decision.

’I’ll wait a little longer! I’ll wait until ten o’clock tonight and take a look outside... See if there’s any chance for a turnaround! If Daqian reacts and strikes back hard... then maybe there’s still hope!’

Because if they could still strike back hard, it would mean that even if some bigwigs in Daqian had reached a consensus behind the scenes, it was ultimately a clandestine consensus, one that couldn’t be brought out into the open...

They could drag their feet, but the opposition in the Imperial Court must also be extremely vocal.

In that case, the Daqian officials could still be considered a trustworthy and useful force!

But if Daqian’s reaction was like the real-world White-headed Eagle’s response to wildfires—completely passive, just making some noise after the fact...

Then it was hopeless.

’I might have to consider making a couple of big moves in the Real World and see if that’s enough for me to make a play for the whole world. No matter how small the chance of winning, it’s the only option left! After all, everything’s already rotten to the core.’

Rubbing his slightly hungry stomach, Chu Bamboo stood up. "Nuwa No. 17... there should be something edible in the Ecological Garden, right?"

"Please follow me!" The Little Mushroom Head nodded seriously and, with a skip and a hop, quickly led Chu Bamboo to a vegetable garden.

Napa cabbage, bok choy, lettuce, leafy greens... there were even many vegetables from different seasons all growing here.

"...This is really something." A hint of joy appeared in Chu Bamboo’s eyes. Just as he took a step forward, the Little Mushroom Head suddenly issued a warning: "Someone is opening the main gate of the Nuwa Base!"

"..." Chu Bamboo’s brow furrowed. He asked, "With my current authority, can I lock the main gate?"

"...Yes! But it is too late."

Hearing this, Chu Bamboo fell silent. He casually sat down on the dirt, broke off a napa cabbage, plucked a leaf, and put it in his mouth, chewing it gently as he waited quietly.

The Ecological Garden was large, but only from an individual’s perspective. In reality, compared to a city, it was still far too small... so it wouldn’t take long to explore the entire area.

Footsteps suddenly rang out.

’But... aren’t these footsteps a bit...’

Chu Bamboo turned to glance over and almost choked.

He saw Eleven! And two masked, Black-robed Angels.

But the problem was...

Eleven was currently prostrated on the ground, his face devout, kowtowing to the Little Mushroom Head. In a stuffy, poetic tone, he intoned, "O great and revered ’Great Goddess Nuwa,’ I extend to you my Lord’s most sincere and heartfelt greetings!"

"May the friendship between you and my Lord be as everlasting and profound as the unchanging, ancient oceans."

The two Black-robed Angels actually kowtowed along with him! Their piety was extreme.

"..." Chu Bamboo stared at the Little Mushroom Head in disbelief. ’Damn! You have this kind of status? Wait, if that’s the case...’

This time, Chu Bamboo’s gaze toward Eleven also became one of disbelief. ’Then why, in the previous timeline, did you kill him after seeing him?’

Although it felt absurd, Chu Bamboo now truly understood the weight carried by the name "Great Goddess Nuwa."

’This name really opens doors everywhere, doesn’t it...’

"...You know this guy?" Chu Bamboo asked, lifting the Little Mushroom Head, his tone unreadable.

"Your Eminence, I do not know him." Seeing Chu Bamboo’s action, Eleven’s attitude became even more respectful. "However, within the Divine Domain of the Great Goddess Nuwa, any non-human species other than yourself... if not an extension of the Great Goddess Nuwa’s will, must be one of her dependents!"

"...If the Great Goddess Nuwa were to tell you to leave now! Or, let’s say, told you to inform me of your purpose..." Chu Bamboo narrowed his eyes, his instinct to pry for information flaring up once again.

"..." Eleven was impassive for a long moment before rising with a sigh. "My deepest apologies! Our reverence for the Great Goddess Nuwa stems from the era of the Ancient Celestial Court, when Wa Huang fought alongside my God!"

"Unless my God commands it! Otherwise..." Eleven took a large stride forward, making an inviting gesture. "Your Eminence, please come with me."

"...Why do you call me ’Your Eminence’?" Chu Bamboo raised an eyebrow. "And what if I refuse to go with you?"

"You are the chosen one from the Oracle!" Eleven’s attitude was as patient and sincere as ever. "Your appearance, your bearing, they are recorded in the illustrations of the Holy Bible! Although we have found others who matched the illustrations in the past, it was a pity... they could not become Extraordinary. Clearly, they were merely demons disguised as the Saint!"

Eleven seemed a bit mournful, but then he looked at Chu Bamboo, his eyes filled with fanaticism. "But you are different! You established the shantytown union, changing the Destiny of countless people. This is benevolence!"

"You inexplicably possess the ability of a prophet, knowing countless secrets under impossible circumstances... This is a manifestation of our Lord’s omniscience!"

"Not to mention, you have actually managed to gain such favor from the Great Goddess Nuwa!"

Eleven’s voice was resolute. "Without a doubt, you are the Saint!"

"?!" Chu Bamboo’s brain almost crashed from the massive information dump. He made a "time out" gesture, took a moment to sort through his thoughts, and then sucked in a sharp breath.

’It’s the Time Club!!!’

’Fuck, this God... couldn’t be a member of the Time Club, could he...? Don’t tell me it’s Lin Xin Bamboo?’

’Of course, the probability of that is honestly not very high!’ Chu Bamboo quickly realized. ’After all, if it were really Lin Xin Bamboo, she would have left a ton of things for me by now! At the very least, the God Worship Sect’s reaction to me wouldn’t be like this...’

’But...’

’The question is, what the hell is this Holy Bible these people are reading!’

’This can’t be the Holy Bible that’s circulated in the outside world... Judging by his tone, it has a picture of me in it?’

Chu Bamboo calmed down and considered the possibilities. He leaned toward the theory that this God might be related to the Time Club! Or perhaps knew Lin Xin Bamboo and the others? But maybe not very well.

"Your Lord... did He leave His name?" Chu Bamboo asked, his expression blank.

"...The Lord is simply the Lord?" An expression of confusion appeared on Eleven’s face. In truth, if anyone other than Chu Bamboo had said this, he would have already rebuked them for blasphemy and administered punishment.

"Then, why do you want to kill me?" Chu Bamboo tilted his head. They had sent a Shadow Assassin to kill him before, and now... there was no need to even mention it.

’Just look at your actions in the previous timelines—you start by smacking me in the face with black mist, directly triggering the reset mechanism. Tsk, tsk... Is that any way to treat a Saint?!’

’Don’t tell me... your method of confirming the Saint is to try your damnedest to assassinate him! And if you can’t kill him no matter what you do, then he must be the Saint, is that it...?’

’Are you that insane?’

Chu Bamboo really wanted to curse them out. Although, he had to admit, this did fit his stereotype of these Apostles perfectly!