Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 142 The Paradise Conjecture
MacArthur walked down the corridor.

Ignoring the "No Smoking" signs posted nearby, he walked along, holding a lit corncob pipe in his mouth.

He took a deep drag and slowly exhaled the smoke.

“Sven Payton…”

"Whoo~"

"I have a feeling something bad is going to happen sooner or later..."

Images of those neurotic expressions from the surveillance footage of the past few days flashed through my mind.

There were also some statements that, even to his ears, were somewhat extreme.

In addition, the mental health assessment submitted by the medical department was exceptionally poor.

If they weren't one of only two researchers to return alive from the other side of the Gates of Hell.

Furthermore, they brought out a book containing detailed observation records.

It helped the federal army successfully utilize the characteristics of the notes.

The angels were lured from the other side of Hell to the current research base, where they were eventually sealed off.

This also allowed decision-makers to see the talents that Dr. Kayson possessed as a researcher.

Only then did they unanimously agree to continue using the researcher, who had developed mental problems, and entrust him with important responsibilities.

MacArthur was not optimistic about this bold and reckless personnel reshuffle.

Unfortunately, as the highest-ranking officer of the newly reorganized supernatural forces...

Currently, they can only participate in the foundation's construction and operation as a representative of the federal government.

As the federal government, he was the person who took over from the foundation where Payton was at the time.

Although I was not optimistic about Payton's mental state and did not agree with some of his extreme ideas, I had no choice but to accept the mission.

Moreover, as a researcher, Payton does indeed have many unique insights.

And these supernatural phenomena and things are somewhat terrifying in today's world.

A fearless madman is more likely to contribute to the American Federation.

For this reason alone, even General MacArthur could only offer kind words of advice.

After all, it's hard to find another researcher in the federal research community who is both talented and dares to study angels and demons.

Even as he pondered this, MacArthur did not stop walking.

After turning down another corridor, we finally stopped in front of a tightly closed door.

He then didn't knock, but simply grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The door clicked open.

Inside the room, there were several other figures in twos and threes.

Judging from the arrangement of the tables and chairs, it looks a bit like a small conference room.

As MacArthur entered the room, several waiters in professional uniforms nodded and greeted him.

MacArthur seemed particularly familiar with this place.

We walked straight to the long wooden table in the middle of the room.

As he took his seat...

Several uniformed personnel who had been standing next to the various tables took out small, laptop-like devices.

The power was turned on and the signal was connected.

As the screen flickered, figures appeared, each sitting upright at the table.

At that moment, the room instantly became a small online conference room.

And in the very center was a piece of equipment facing MacArthur.

That head of distinctive blond hair, parted in a 2:8 ratio.

It was at this very moment that President Trump took charge of the highest decision-making role in the U.S. government.

"General MacArthur, how was the handover? Did it go smoothly?"

On the connected electronic screen, Trump greeted the caller with a smile, and then immediately inquired about the progress of the work.

"It went fairly smoothly, Mr. President."

After saying this, MacArthur paused for a moment, then continued.

"But Dr. Peyton's mental state seems to be worse than initially assessed; he often talks to himself."

"I think we should make some changes to the initial proposal?"

"For example, slightly reducing his authority, or needing to apply to the White House before conducting some large-scale experiments..."

Upon hearing these words, Trump's expression remained unchanged, still bearing that same smiling face.

"No need to worry, Your Excellency General."

"Our American Federation is an inclusive country. I don't think some of the stress reactions he might have experienced will stop him from contributing to the Federation. What do you think?"

...

"All right……"

Seeing that his boss was determined, he knew that it wasn't something he could change his mind with just a few words of persuasion.

MacArthur had no choice but to give up and nod in agreement.

Seeing that he had no further objections, Trump nodded slightly.

Now that this topic has been closed, let's move on to the main content of today's meeting.

"General MacArthur, we just received your email."

"The data on possible supernatural organizations within the Federation has been compiled."

"Could you please give us a detailed explanation now?"

Now that MacArthur had regained his composure, he nodded without changing his expression.

He raised his hand and inserted a storage device the size of a fingernail into a reader next to the table.

After a few seconds of waiting...

The various screens arranged in a circle displayed images of important officials or representatives sent out by powerful families.

After successfully receiving the data, they all lowered their heads and started scrolling through it.

Upon seeing this, MacArthur produced a paper version.

“Extraordinary organizations or groups that are currently active within the Federation and whose existence can be confirmed.”

"The exact time when vampires and werewolves will appear is unknown."

"But according to some investigations, vampires and werewolves are now active in the shadows of various cities in the Federation."

“All of these occurred 57 days ago, on May 11, shortly after the Dracula incident was exposed. Sightings of vampires and werewolves began to appear more and more frequently.”

"Seven days ago, the federal government officially contacted representatives from both races and signed the 'Transcendent Race Secrecy Treaty'."

"To recognize the legitimacy of actions taken within the federal territory for survival that do not harm national interests..."

MacArthur read aloud from the statistics in his hand, which contained information about vampires and werewolves, as well as some "contact incidents" that were presented as friendly.

Although at the time, it was not handled by the extraordinary reaction force under his command.

But decades of military service, and the legendary name of MacArthur, also revealed to him much of the truth that had been concealed. The truth is...

Even the self-defense forces of various states were mobilized, but they suffered heavy losses in just one night.

Many large family businesses have also been seized or secretly taken over.

However, just a few days later, the federal government's attitude toward the incident took a complete 180-degree turn.

It was as if he had suddenly lost all his memory, forgetting the almost humiliating defeat and the huge financial loss.

In MacArthur's view, these people were by no means generous.

We can, as Xin Guo said, "repay evil with good."

unless……

MacArthur, head bowed and reading the data, slowed his speech slightly.

He raised his gaze from behind his sunglasses and swept it over a dozen high-ranking officials and their families, whose names were displayed on an electronic screen.

There wasn't a single young person in sight; they were all people with sparse hair and wrinkled faces.

These people showed no reaction to his brief pause.

Everyone had their heads down, as if they were all focused on reading the contents of the document.

He glanced briefly at each face behind the screen.

He thought to himself with a hint of malice.

Some of these pretentious old men wore colored contact lenses and hid in dark, sunless rooms.

And how many of them will devour a few turkeys alive at night, like wild beasts?

This is something that's easy to figure out, but MacArthur wasn't sure about the proportions involved.

One-tenth? Or one-fifth? Or all of it?

Thinking this way, all I could do in the end was sigh silently.

He read out the last sentence of the summary of information about vampires and werewolves in a stiff tone.

"...Thanks to the above contact, the vampire and werewolf races...were marked as friendly."

The unnatural tone in that last sentence was so noticeable that even the waiter standing nearby could hear it.

However, none of those important figures who were focused on their "work" raised their heads.

Seeing this, MacArthur could only turn the page of the document in his hand with a helpless look on his face.

Continue with the remaining unfinished report.

"...In addition, there is information verified by the Dark Knight, Earl Harold Smith, the representative of the vampire collaborators."

"Twelve black portals of varying sizes have appeared underground in the suburbs of Florida and have been identified as portals to Hell."

"And the world behind the door, after multiple verifications, can be confirmed as the hell of mythology."

"The vampires and werewolves don't have much information to offer, but it's already confirmed that Hell is an independent supernatural force."

"In subsequent explorations, although they did not encounter any intelligent, communicative demons."

"But we have also observed many buildings with similar styles, which indirectly confirms the conjecture that there is intelligent life in hell."

"Our army, through extensive investment and exploration, has produced accurate maps."

"Based on some of the geological structures observed from the outside, it can be inferred that the twelve hell portals lead to the same space."

"Preliminary estimates suggest that the overall area of ​​Hell is no smaller than the territory of the American Federation."

As he spoke, a waiter readily projected a drawn picture onto the screen.

On the other side is a map of the entire United States, with both maps used at the same scale for comparison.

The entire image is composed of twelve maps of varying sizes pieced together, with large blank spaces between the images.

Some simple outlines and links were added later, but most were left blank to indicate that the source is unknown.

"In addition, so far, five completely different landforms and biomes have been discovered in Hell."

“These are respectively rugged rocky hills, blood-red forests, gray-blue forests, human-faced desert canyons, and flesh-and-blood rock plateaus.”

As he spoke, the projected map shrunk and moved to the side, revealing some images with pixelated, interference-prone visuals.

These are several distinct biomes within Hell.

In the photos, under a dark red sky, the ground structure is either smoothly transitioning or separated by large lava lakes and seas.

Only after all the pictures were presented did MacArthur continue to explain the details.

"The monsters that exist in these different ecological terrains are also different, but they all show obvious malice and have a highly aggressive appearance."

"Therefore, combined with some unverifiable records from legends and the huge loss of personnel in the early explorations, Hell and related creatures are marked as malicious."

After finishing his statement, MacArthur paused briefly, waiting for a moment.

Seeing that no one offered any opinions, the document was turned to the next page amidst the rustling of paper.

"Next, we come to what corresponds to Hell... Heaven and the angels."

Compared to the legendary horrors associated with hell, the topic of heaven is far more sensitive.

MacArthur could already imagine the reactions of these people after he finished reading this.

"Everyone is probably familiar with Heaven, although so far there is no direct information about Heaven."

"But regarding angels, I'm sure everyone has seen the record numbered 026, right?"

As he spoke, MacArthur retrieved the live video feed from the giant soundproof cell.

Make sure everyone participating in the meeting via screen can see it.

The giant humanoid figure, huddled on the ground in the center of the shot, was enveloped in countless wings.

Although it appears to have fallen into some kind of slumber.

Yet its pure white wings and long, platinum-gold hair cascading down like a waterfall still exude a strange beauty.

"Although it differs from the descriptions in the Bible and legends, its sacredness and solemnity can be seen from its appearance, wings, and attack methods."

"This also coincides with some records in myths and legends."

"It is reasonable to speculate that our ancestors two hundred years ago may have actually seen other angels, which is why they left behind the corresponding records."

"Regarding this, I have already sent personnel to Fentigang to make contact, maintain friendly relations, and gather intelligence to some extent."

When the topic of expatriates came up, MacArthur nodded slightly to Trump, indicating that it was no problem.

"Getting back to the main point, the reason why the number 026, the ten-thousand-winged angel, appeared in a black castle in Hell and exhibited a posture similar to imprisonment and sealing is unverifiable."

"Regarding the vampire and werewolf clans, no helpful answers were provided either."

"It can only be inferred from some mythological battles recorded in the Bible that it may be related to the struggle between heaven and hell."

"Although direct information about the existence of Heaven is lacking."

"But we can also boldly speculate that heaven is similar to hell, a vast space that is different from the current world."

"And perhaps God really does exist in heaven."

"... "

"After death, perhaps one really does need to atone for one's sins..."

(End of this chapter)