Then let the witch offer her loyalty

That wouldn't have enough visual impact.

If you're going to fight, fight for the head.

Shooting someone straight through the face creates a visual impact and effectively silences public opinion beforehand.

After all, the head is such a critical position; even a slight deviation could lead to certain death. Even those who believe in conspiracy theories would find it hard to believe that this was staged.

When Chen Moxin proposed this plan, his old advisors almost ate him alive, and some even suspected that he was a mole sent by Charles to infiltrate the area.

But Annieis is someone who is willing to take risks to achieve her goals.

One who dares to speak out.

One dared to listen.

And that's how the scene I just witnessed happened.

Just as Wilson and his old aides were looking at Chen Moxin with complicated expressions, Annie waved her hand at them: "Don't crowd around here. No one should let their guard down until the election is officially over."

"Tomorrow is the official election day, and there's still a lot of work to be done. You all go ahead and get busy."

"Chen Moxin, please stay behind."

After the staff left, only the two of them remained in the room.

Annie looked at Chen Moxin, seemingly hesitating about something, and finally said with a hint of apology in her eyes: "Chen, I need to apologize to you."

Chen Moxin blinked: "Apologize for what?"

Anies murmured, "When you proposed the plan to assassinate me yourself, and even said you wanted to aim for my face, to be honest, I had my doubts."

"Just like Wilson and the others, I have serious doubts about whether you are an undercover agent sent by Charles."

"So this morning during the roadshow, I secretly used my psionic powers to protect my vital areas in case the three of you suddenly turn against me."

"Now it seems that I was just being paranoid. You have always treated me with sincerity and always thought of the bigger picture, but I was secretly on guard against you and even suspected you... This makes me feel very guilty."

"Chen, I'm sorry."

Chen Moxin smiled slightly after hearing this. He didn't say anything, but simply extended his hand to Annie.

Anies looked at the hand, her gaze slowly growing intense.

No words are needed.

The silence speaks.

Anies also reached out her hand, like a comrade-in-arms forging ahead, and shook hands firmly with Chen Moxin.

...

In Gaia year 2573 m7d11, the election of governor of the planet Cicero concluded.

In Gaia 2573 m7d14, the votes of all voters were counted.

In m7d15 of Gaia 2573, the Governor's Office held a joint meeting and formally announced the election results.

Annies Craig is appointed Governor of the planet Cicero!

Chapter 144 Tearing the Universe

The night sky over Cicero is filled with stars, as if countless silver eyes are watching over the planet.

Today marks the official inauguration of Governor Anneys. She placed her hand on the Code in the presence of countless voters, signifying the beginning of a new era.

This was undoubtedly a day to remember for the Stargate faction, especially for the scientists working at the Stargate base.

In recent years, calls to halt the Stargate project have grown louder, the public no longer understands the concept of Stargate, and spaceship-affiliated politicians regard Stargate as a bargaining chip to attack their political opponents.

Given this current state of widespread pressure, it is very difficult to make the general public understand the Stargate Project. If no one in the upper echelons of the political sphere can lend a hand, it is no exaggeration to say that the century-old Stargate Project could be terminated overnight.

Now, Anies has finally overcome the difficulties and become the planetary governor as she wished, becoming a pillar that holds up the sky above the Star Gate, giving them a future and hope.

On this noisy night, the scientists at Stargate Base learned of the election results and extravagantly spent an hour celebrating.

They threw a small party, drank some non-alcoholic cocktails procured by the logistics department, and then went back to work.

"The 124th Reality Veil Tearing Experiment of the Stargate Project is initiated."

Under the vast night sky, the ring-shaped stargate resembled a metal ring stretched by a tremendous force, its surface shimmering with a faint blue light. Electric arcs continuously appeared at the joints of the metal plates, indicating that a new round of experiments was about to begin.

As the clock struck the moment the experiment began, the stargate started to vibrate slightly, the previously still metal panel gradually lit up, and the entire facility emitted a deep hum, like a sleeping behemoth suddenly awakening.

As the high-level energy within the psionic core was drawn out, the lightning instantly became intensely hot and dazzling, like stars bursting forth from the deep darkness, stretching out a blue arc of energy above the stargate.

The energy emitted by the stargate was so enormous that its fluctuations were felt by residents dozens or even hundreds of miles away. Their clothes vibrated slightly, and their skin itched as if many tiny ants were crawling over them.

The animals in the farm were also frightened and became restless. Poultry such as chickens, ducks and geese made noisy noises and kept flapping their wings. Cattle and sheep also scattered and ran away, and occasionally rammed into the fences in a fit of anger.

Even the local climate of this area has been altered; it is now a harsh winter day, but the wind blowing is hot, sticky, and has a metallic smell.

Just as the blue arc of light in the night sky reached its peak, suddenly, the energy of the stargate began to become unstable. The flashing blue light gradually weakened, and the originally regular frequency began to become disordered. Each flash was accompanied by an unusual tremor, like the pulse of a dying person, beating slower and slower, and becoming heavier and heavier.

Gradually, the dazzling light faded, and the arc of light that tore through the night sky grew dimmer and dimmer, eventually being swallowed up by the vast darkness.

...

“盖亚历2573年m7d15，夜晚21点43分，星门计划第124次帷幕撕裂实验失败。”

At the Stargate Base, silence fell over the surrounding area following yet another failed experiment.

The huge screen in front of the scientists displayed data charts showing the failure of the experiment. The various fluctuations were chaotic and disorderly, and their faces showed deep disappointment and anxiety.

Deng Xuemin sat in front of the control panel, gripping the table tightly with both hands, as if trying hard to stay awake.

"This shouldn't be happening... I've repeatedly verified the model using mathematical methods... It shouldn't be wrong..."

He stared at the chaotic fluctuating data, his brows furrowed as he muttered to himself, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

A colleague next to her sighed and gently patted Deng Xuemin on the shoulder: "It's alright, Chief Engineer. Our Star Gate faction won the election. We no longer need to race against time. We will have plenty of time to verify things slowly."

Deng Xuemin said nothing, only staring blankly at the huge circular structure outside the window.

The night sky was still dazzling, but the stargate stood there lifelessly, like an abandoned ruin.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but a profound sense of loss washed over him like a tide, causing his hands to hang limply at his sides, his fingertips trembling.

This was not the first time the experiment had failed; since Deng Xuemin became the chief designer, the experiment had failed many times.

In the past, even when he repeatedly encountered failures, he always managed to pick himself up.

But this time, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

Some time ago, Ms. Anies, who had promoted him, was assassinated during a roadshow.

This great woman almost lost her life for the Stargate and for all humanity.

But what about yourself?

It will only squander countless funds and consume those precious psionic cores.

To make the conditions at the Stargate base as good as possible, Annies rarely ate meat, wanting to save the precious natural protein resources for those of them who did mental work.

But they haven't produced any tangible results.

"We were so close... why did we fail... where did we go wrong..."

Just as Deng Xuemin was feeling down, a colleague came over and placed several porcelain bowls in front of him: "Chief Engineer, don't be sad yet, eat something, and we'll start over."

Deng Xuemin, looking dejected, picked up the porcelain bowl and poured the food and broth inside into another bowl.

A colleague reminded him, "Chief Engineer, don't mix them together. These two things don't taste good together; they'll mix flavors."

"Oh..." Deng Xuemin stopped what she was doing, "Then we won't mix them together..."

Suddenly, a strange feeling surged into his thoughts.

He stared blankly at the two dishes of food in front of him, then looked at his colleague: "What did you just say?"

His colleague was eating the same food at the time, and he shrugged: "I told him not to mix them together, or the flavors would mix."

"Don't mix together..."

Deng Xuemin's gaze went unfocused, and she kept muttering to herself.

"Don't mix together..."

"Don't mix together?"

The next moment, his eyes seemed to light up, and he grabbed his colleague and asked, "Did the psionic core we had before contain psionic energy from multiple psionicists? Were they all used interchangeably?"

His colleague nodded: "Yes, isn't that how psionic cores are all made?"

Deng Xuemin immediately rushed to the control panel and opened the failure data from tonight and previous years for comparison.

He pointed to the waveform on the screen and said urgently, "Look at this, and this, these data are very strange. Every experiment uses the same model, but the error data is different each time."

"I've always felt that something went wrong somewhere, or that some external factor was interfering. But you just reminded me, is it possible that the error is at the root of the problem? Is it a problem with the psionic core?"

Upon hearing Deng Xuemin's words, his colleague first stared blankly at the waveform data on the screen, then looked down at the food in his hand and muttered, "You mean... it's a problem with the manufacturing process of the psionic core itself that's causing the experiments to keep failing?"

Deng Xuemin said emphatically, "At least it's a possibility, isn't it?"

A flame of hope gradually ignited in the eyes of their colleagues, and several other scientists nearby overheard their conversation and gathered around.

People who do scientific research are not afraid of failure; what they fear is the lack of possibility.

Failure has many causes, but it can be resolved once the problems are identified.

True despair comes when there is no possibility of even accomplishing something.

Even the slightest possibility is worth exploring.

Deng Xuemin sat down at the main control panel, her hands flying across the screen as she explained with great excitement, "The energy contained in the psionic core has always been extracted from different Blessed Ones."

“This manufacturing process has never had any problems in other fields, so we have habitually regarded it as the standard. But in our experiments, this may not be the case.”

The concept of a psionic core is somewhat like a battery.

People have always thought that as long as the psionic core can provide energy, that's enough.

Just like a battery, as long as it has power, it doesn't matter where the power comes from—whether it comes from wind, coal, solar energy, or something else.

This ingrained way of thinking also extended to the psionic core, and no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

But now they realize that this tradition, which everyone thinks is fine, may be a variable.

"What do we do next?"

"How is the psionic storage device?"

"There is currently four Blessed Ones' psionic energy in the reservoir."

"Do you have a large reserve of energy? Enough to create a single Alpha-level psionic core? Do you have any?"

"Yes, the psionic energy that Ms. Anies provided us before hasn't been used much yet, and it's more than enough to create an Alpha-level psionic core!"

"Use hers, get to work immediately! Everyone else, prepare for the 125th experiment!"

With readily available psionic reserves and material supplies, the manufacturing process is quick.

Just two hours later, the Stargate Base obtained a pure psionic core with a different process than before, whose energy came solely from a single Blesser.

The control room returned to its usual busy state, all units were ready for the experiment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Deng Xuemin, filled with hope.

Deng Xuemin stood in front of the main control console, looking at the huge stargate structure outside.

He clearly remembered every failed experiment in the past.

Countless times, the sudden surge of disappointment almost made him lose the courage to continue.

But that's how science works.

No matter how many times you fail, a hundred times or a thousand times, someone will always have to explore that road to the unknown.

Deng Xuemin closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with determination: "Deploy the psionic core, the 125th Reality Veil Tear Experiment of the Stargate Project, begin!"

The shadow of their recent failure still lingered in their minds, but at this moment, all the scientists put it behind them. Just as they had rallied after countless failures, they rekindled their passion and challenged the ancient chasm between humanity and the universe.

As various devices were activated, blue light trails expanded from inside the stargate, the ring structure began to vibrate, ultra-high energy gradually gathered at the core, and invisible electromagnetic waves spread out again, bringing a familiar itching sensation to everyone's skin.

The pure psionic torrent flowed along the arc of the stargate, converging at the top of the ring to form a blazing corona, which spread into the atmosphere above the base, rippling and spreading out in the vast darkness.

"Terminal feedback: Energy concentration has exceeded the critical value!"

Amid the recorder's astonished yet ecstatic shouts, the air around the stargate took on a strange, gelatinous state, and the originally pitch-black night sky was dyed a magnificent cobalt blue, like oil paint spreading out on the surface of water.