Outside, Snowfield City.
The night slowly faded, and the horizon gradually revealed a fish-belly white.
The personnel of the Cozman Special Correction Center were busy all night yet still no one changed shifts to rest.
Everyone was busy to the point of madness, anxiously and impatiently handling emergencies like the Holy Grail War “movie viewing event”.
Fadius was also furrowing his brows in worry.
He had also stayed up all night.
Although he had anticipated that holding the Holy Grail War for the first time would inevitably lead to flaws—who the fuck could have thought there would be such a large-scale accidental mishap!
What do you mean that the land ley lines of Snowfield City which they carefully constructed are linked to a large-scale “otherworld”?
What do you mean that a Lord God-level entity popped out from this otherworld, and it is suspected to be Odin of Norse mythology?
What do you mean that there is a person inside who can fight Odin head-on?
And then this record was accidentally made public due to a malfunction in their own people’s probing magical formula?
How Fadius wished that at the exact moment the accident happened, Francesca had not vanished from the face of the earth.
Although this old thing had a crazy personality and was not liked, at least her unconstrained illusions were too suitable for handling the sudden situation right now.
However, Fadius had no idea that this partner of many years had already quietly defected and changed camps.
She even started turning her guns around and began suspecting him.
“Mr. Dioran, this is the current stage result of our emergency handling tonight.”
Assistant Adela hurriedly submitted the report; she was also visibly exhausted to the naked eye.
The boss voluntarily worked overtime all night, how could a working stiff dare to slack off and fish in troubled waters?
If you do not involution consciously, watch out for losing your job, zeroing your credit, and falling into the execution threshold!
While Fadius was reading, she took the initiative to explain, “That piece of imagery on the night sky that night lasted for a total of 3 minutes and 22 seconds, and it is certain that it has been witnessed by all Masters and most residents of Snowfield City.”
“We urgently activated the city-wide suggestive magical formulas to wash away the memories of ordinary residents, but before that, quite a few people had already filmed, recorded, and uploaded it to the internet, spreading extremely fast.”
Fadius frowned, “Did you contact CISA (the America version of the Cyberspace Administration)?”
Adela said helplessly:
“We notified them at the first instance and informed them of the emergency of the situation, but… by the time the prohibition measures started to be executed, the video content had already spread, and the specific number of how many people had secretly downloaded and saved it cannot be counted.”
There is no helping it, going through procedures layer by layer also takes time.
The military and political higher-ups directly under the upper echelons could give them a green light all the way on Snowfield City affairs, but it was impossible to provide them with too many permissions outside of Snowfield City unless there had been a prior plan. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
——Such an outrageous development of a city-wide movie viewing, who the fuck could have thought of it in advance!
Therefore, when contacting them, CISA stated that I know you guys in Snowfield City are in a hurry, but please do not rush first.
At this time of night, do not disturb the big shots, understand!
Besides, Commissioner Smith has to make a living when doing things!
“The current remedial measure is to strengthen the suggestive guidance regarding aspects like ‘weather disasters’ and ‘technical errors’, while contacting the meteorological observatory, Hollywood, and several tech companies to spread misleading information.”
“We judge that handling it this way is relatively reasonable. Afterwards, even if public opinion ferments, or similar events happen again, they will not associate it with the mystical side.”
There is no helping it, previously in order to explain the huge crater left behind by the battle between Gilgamesh and Enkidu, a natural gas company had already been sacrificed.
And as for this one, it had already spread outside of Snowfield City, so universal reasons like natural gas explosions were no longer effective.
Thump!
Fadius slammed the table hard in anger, suppressing his temper only after a moment.
“Even if you processed it fast enough, those mages would still bypass network and physical restrictions to transmit the intelligence out.”
Fadius said, “Right now, the most troublesome thing is still estimating and responding to the Clock Tower’s reaction. Let’s leave it at that for now.”
“Understood…”
Having reached this point, Adela intended to withdraw, but Fadius issued a new instruction instead:
“You handle the public opinion first, but we still cannot let up on the previous detection of abnormal response points regarding the land and ley lines. We must confirm and locate the lesser grail, and at the same time, don’t forget to improve the communication magecraft formulas to ensure that accidents like today’s never happen again!”
Seeing that things were being handled so quickly yet the workload kept increasing, Adela could feel her blood pressure skyrocketing rapidly.
Why was being a wage slave so hard!?
Still, she had to lower her head:
“Yes, Mr. Dioran!”
…
“You mean to say that this matter is fraught with difficulties? Even if we go to great lengths to investigate experimental records and write a supplement to the abyss of odin, we still have no conditions to contact the outside world?”
“Right, isn’t that obvious?”
Dawn had broken, and a new day had begun.
Naturally, it was accompanied by a brand-new dispute between the two.
However, judging by the actual situation of this ragtag group, Grimm maintained absolute tyrannical rule, while Ishtar alone waged an isolated and helpless “last-ditch resistance.”
Following the “breakthrough achievement” made in the laboratory the previous day, he planned to organize all the new content today, transfer it onto the abyss of odin, and refresh the text descriptions.
Then he mobilized the entire group to help out.
…There was no help for it, his handwriting was truly too wild and cursive to be fit for viewing.
But Ishtar held opposing objections, on the grounds that doing it was useless anyway.
They couldn’t get out anyway, and nobody would read it.
Besides, she felt that trying to organize the evidence for the “Odin conspiracy theory” herself always gave her a feeling of wanting to vomit.
“Hmph, that is the mindset of a good-for-nothing.”
Grimm’s voice was sonorous and forceful.
“Create conditions when there are none! Overcome difficulties when you encounter them! As long as your thinking doesn’t slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties!”
A gothic-dressed girl popped out from the stack of old papers, “Hehe, Grimm is right!”
Ishtar curled her lips.
Who asked you?
“Tsk, it sounds nice, but what on earth is the solution?”
Hearing this, Grimm truly fell into a state of solemn contemplation.
This caused Ereshkigal to look on with worry, but Ishtar was immensely proud — look at that, couldn’t keep it up anymore, could you?
One minute later.
Grimm: “I’ve thought of it!”
Ishtar’s smiling face froze.
He stood up, “Who among you is most familiar with things like ‘dragon veins’?”
In Grimm’s cognition, the most direct way to break through Niflheim and head to the outside world was to defeat Odin.
But that was probably difficult to achieve at the current stage.
If a straight line wouldn’t work, they could only take a curved path, starting from the architecture of Niflheim itself.
Regarding how Niflheim was constructed, the original work Dragon Race didn’t ink much on this knowledge.
Even if there was some, it was mostly speculation and legend, with mediocre credibility.
It was impossible for dragon kinds to leak this kind of knowledge to hybrids.
But Grimm had seen a Niflheim co-constructed by hybrids in the serialized version of Dragon Race III.
That was the “Night Feast Origin” located in Tokyo, relying on dragon veins—a giant Alchemy matrix built to sustain Niflheim for tens of thousands of years!