"Since we can't make a breakthrough in this world for the time being, is it possible to bypass this prohibition on ourselves?" A high-level person spoke up and asked: "We can keep our bodies in reality, the scale of the dimensionality reduction plan is so large, a few people may ......"

"Jacob, if I hear anything like this from your mouth again, I promise you'll never have a chance to reduce your dimension." Charles. Vane said indifferently: "It was we who initiated the dimensionality reduction plan, and we may indeed have all kinds of unavoidable reasons to carry out this plan, but this is undoubtedly a betrayal of the entire civilization. ”

"We sacrificed everything we could, buried everything we could, and failed everything we could, and in the end the dimensionality reduction plan is still irreversible, but on this basis, if anyone wants to be a deserter and benefit themselves, I promise that I will kill them with my own hands." Charles's eyes glowed coldly: "I'm not targeting Jacob alone, but everyone present. ”

"Calm Charles, it's all your colleagues here, they're not as bad as you think, and everyone here has been tested countless times." Another senior said in a deep voice, "I know that we did make a mistake to make the dimensionality reduction plan happen, which is the worst mistake in the history of Torchwood, but no one wants to see it." ”

"And you, Jacob, maybe the others could still have escaped the dimensionality reduction plan, but you, us, everyone here, do you really think you could be the lucky one who was unplanned?" The voice continued to ask, "Think about the martyrs who want to pass on the inside story, have any of them succeeded?" No, we are dealing with an evil god outside the timeline, who not only represents the wisdom of darkness, but also controls probability, and when you have this idea and act on it, I have no doubt that you will die in an accident, maybe a traffic accident, a vehicle that has lost control, maybe an electrical accident......"

Just as that voice spoke, Jacob's body suddenly went limp, unconscious, or to put it another way, his consciousness left the game world and went offline.

The entire conference room suddenly fell silent, and even the high-level who had spoken before was stunned.

Ten minutes later, another high-level soldier who went offline to investigate the situation returned to this world with frost: "Jacob's game pod has a leakage, and he has been cooked in his game compartment. ”

"Obviously, Mr. Jacob not only had this idea, but also put it into action." The senior who spoke before shook his head: "As you can see, we have no way back now, when we see our dark fate, it has been fixed, no one can escape, Mr. Charles can rest assured now." ”

"This is our retribution, and we should accept it calmly." Charles. Vane remained aloof, showing no mercy for his dead colleagues, and certainly no one else in the room behaved much better than him.

"Don't put yourself on the moral high ground, Charles, and think about who dug up the first slate in the first place." Another voice appeared to express its dissatisfaction: "If you hadn't been so serious at the beginning, maybe our future would be completely different." ”

"That slate exists objectively, and even if we don't find it, it's still there." Charles snorted, "We shouldn't have been defeated by cruel truth, it's just that too many of us are too weak." ”

"Don't talk to me about the objectivity, Charles, until you dig that damn slate out, it exists like Schrödinger's cat, quiet and elegant, doesn't cause anyone trouble, and no one can be sure it's there." The voice sneered again: "That evil god may have buried that stone tablet five thousand years ago just a second before you shoveled the last shovel, otherwise how could it have engraved your surprised expression on it?" I still can't forget your big mouth. ”

Charles didn't respond again, he remained silent, or rather, he became more silent, the entire Torchwood hierarchy faintly repelled him, he could feel it, as the first person to discover the clues left by the evil god, he himself was not 100% sure whether his comparison really affected the course of the entire civilization.

This black cauldron is too big for him to bear, and no one can afford it at all.

"If the New Huaxia people had discovered that slate, what would they have done?" Charles had asked himself countless questions.

They will probably mobilize the national reserves, and then use the strictest scrutiny standards to check which people are labeled with evil gods in their genes, and then isolate these people, and then do all their best to solve their own problems, even if half of the citizens pay for it, and what is more terrible is that those who are sacrificed will not complain about it.

Charles showed a wry smile, why not them? Why EU? A whole half of the population has its own mark on the genes of the evil gods, as if a wordless taunt, mocking the entire human civilization.

The Dimensionality Reduction Plan was Tzeentch's first order to the EU, and this order was limited to the upper echelons of Torchwood, who were powerless to resist, and had to choose between obedience to genetic instinct and genocide, at least this choice would not cause the EUs to become history within forty-eight hours.

But what about after the dimensionality reduction plan? If Tzeentch conveyed more evil commands, more unacceptable conditions, where would they go?

Charles didn't know, the whole torch wood didn't know.

Fortunately, Tzeentch's orders are abstract and broad, and in addition to the goal of overall dimensionality reduction, they have a lot of room for manoeuvre, such as uniting with the Dawn Church and pinning new hopes on the Lord of Dawn, such as angelizing themselves, in order to fight the pressure from Chaos in the game.

However, these seemingly effective plans eventually failed due to various accidents.

Charles knew that at least half of his colleagues had been completely defeated, and now whenever a Tzeentch demon appeared and hooked his finger at them, they would kneel on the ground and shout - think for a long time, know what to think, only Tzeentch, don't be trapped, this kind of nonsense.

In fact, what Charles couldn't understand the most was why Tzeentch still kept the Torchwood organization, and even let it play its due role, instead of openly announcing that the Europa Empire would officially belong to St. Tzeentch from now on.

Perhaps, for Tzeentch, this is like playing a game and opening the console, which will lose the fun during the game?