Thunderstorm Asthma? I’ll Just Drain the National Power Grid!

147: The final stage! The sacrificial circle at the top of the tower!Silver Mask Envoy Dove, wearing a silver mask with a dove pattern, was the first to leave.

As she passed Lord Tianshu, her steps paused.

“For the Apocalypse.”

She whispered these four words, then walked away without looking back.

Next was Tianji.

And another Silver Mask Envoy whose codename Lin Yuan couldn’t recall.

Each of them, before leaving, repeated that slogan.

Soon.

Only three people remained here.

Lord Tianshu.

Night Crow, dragging an injured leg.

And Lin Yuan, playing the role of a wooden dummy.

Lord Tianshu turned around and walked straight to Lin Yuan.

A pressure enveloped him.

“A Li.”

“Here!”

Lin Yuan gave a start, trying hard to squeeze out a simple, honest smile.

Lord Tianshu just watched him quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Lin Yuan’s smile was about to freeze.

Big brother, what exactly do you want to do? Speak quickly, my facial management is very power-consuming.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to lose his composure, Lord Tianshu spoke.

“Do you know the purpose of the Tower of Apocalypse?”

Lin Yuan shook his head honestly.

“I don’t know.”

Lord Tianshu pointed to the spire on the central sandbox.

“It is a bridge.”

“A bridge connecting Mortals to the new world, connecting the earth to the sky.”

Lin Yuan continued to play the role of a fool who couldn’t understand heavenly scriptures, his face full of “I don’t understand but it sounds impressive.”

Lord Tianshu continued to explain.

“To activate this bridge, a catalyst is needed.”

“A coordinate capable of carrying the Spiritual Qi of the earth veins.”

Lin Yuan’s mind raced.

Coordinate?

He suddenly remembered his painful experience as a child, being chased and struck by lightning due to thunderstorm asthma.

A very ominous word jumped into his mind.

Lightning rod.

“This catalyst needs to withstand an energy impact unimaginable to ordinary people.” Lord Tianshu slowly paced, “Ninety-nine percent of the people in the organization would turn to ashes in the first second of energy injection.”

“But, A Li.”

Lord Tianshu stopped, speaking each word distinctly.

“You are different.”

“You survived in the chamber of divine grace, and you also survived the energy collapse of the Secret Realm.”

“Your body possesses a resilience that none of us can understand.”

“You are the chosen one, the perfect vessel born for this moment.”

Lin Yuan understood.

So after all that talk, it was just to make him get struck by lightning!

How was this a chosen one?

This was clearly a cursed one!

His heart roared frantically, but on his face, he appropriately showed a look of ecstasy, as if struck by honor.

His breathing became heavy, his chest heaving violently.

“Sir!”

“You mean...”

“Exactly.” Lord Tianshu confirmed his guess, “You, A Li, will become the first fulcrum connecting heaven and earth.”

“You will personally usher in this great era!”

“This is the highest honor!”

Lin Yuan trembled with “excitement.”

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was too excited to utter a single word.

Night Crow, standing nearby, had his head bowed, no one could see his expression under his hood.

But his intact hand unconsciously clenched.

This fool.

To actually be so highly regarded by Lord Tianshu.

This honor should have belonged to him, Night Crow.

The flames of jealousy burned in his heart.

Lin Yuan brewed his emotions for a long time, finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

“Sir.”

“Being this... fulcrum.”

“Is... is there a reward?”

“...”

Night Crow looked up, staring at Lin Yuan in disbelief.

He suspected his ears had a problem.

He suspected that this guy named A Li also had a problem with his brain.

At such a sacred and solemn moment.

On the eve of this great plan that would decide the fate of countless people.

What are you asking?

Are you asking if there’s money to be made?

Are you a money grubber, damn it!

Lord Tianshu was also stunned.

He had imagined countless reactions from Lin Yuan.

Either ecstasy, or fear, or kneeling to swear allegiance.

After a full ten seconds.

“Heh heh...”

A low laugh broke the silence.

“Hahahahaha!”

Lord Tianshu’s laughter grew louder and louder, finally turning into unbridled maniacal laughter.

He patted Lin Yuan’s shoulder with such force that Lin Yuan almost thought he would fall apart.

“Good! Very good! Excellent!”

Far from being angry, Lord Tianshu seemed even more excited.

“I like your honesty, A Li!”

“Compared to those hypocritical loyalties, your most primitive desire for wealth is more real and more reliable!”