A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Chapter 40 I am the client's blueprint for the divine kingdom

The downfall of the Wu family in Krabang was like a boulder thrown into the already turbulent quagmire of Southeast Asia.

The bizarre manner of their annihilation, in particular, left the surrounding forces, large and small, filled with suspicion and uncertainty…

There were observers, vigilant individuals, and envious people.

In more distant places, in the archives of security organizations in some countries, the thickness of folders about "Judges," "Extraordinary Powers," and "Red October" is rapidly increasing, and the risk assessment level is constantly being raised.

"The Internationale will definitely come true."

Sowin's words, spoken in a standard Red Bear accent before he left, particularly reminded some of the extremely chilling memories of the Cold War era. That chill, originating from the very marrow of the Cold War, left them bewildered and unable to comprehend it.

Why would an organization that seems to possess supernatural powers from relics be associated with a slogan that has long been swept into the dustbin of history?

Countless eyes, both overt and covert, were focused on the suddenly rising organization in Krabland.

A few days later, Wu Family Manor

Sowin sat in the main seat, his face bearing an undisguised weariness, but his eyes were brighter and more resolute than ever before. Below him sat a dozen or so high-ranking members of the cult, leaders of other smaller groups who had also witnessed the miracle and had been integrated into the order. At this moment, all of them gazed intently at Sowin, their reverence tinged with fervent anticipation.

"A divine oracle!" Sowin declared, his voice not loud but clear enough to reach everyone's ears.

"Our Lord has once again demonstrated His supreme power and bestowed upon us the strength to defend our faith and uphold justice. Divine decree: From this day forward, the Order is officially renamed 'Red October'!"

The atmosphere in the hall paused slightly. There was no cheering or opposition. Although they didn't understand, they believed that Sowhun would not dare to spread divine pronouncements recklessly.

After all, their god is real, a fact they firmly believe.

"Secondly," Sowin continued, his expression becoming even more solemn, "Our Lord is merciful, not only saving us but also bestowing upon us rituals leading to power." He looked around at the crowd, "Those who are devout, through specific prayers and rituals, connect their minds with the source of our Lord's power, and can temporarily borrow divine grace to gain abilities beyond the mortal realm. But this power originates from faith and can only be used by those who are devout."

These words made everyone's breathing become heavier.

Extraordinary power!

Who wouldn't want that?

Soe-on's single-handed destruction of the entire Wu clan has caused a huge uproar, and many people want to know how he did it. Now, Soe-on has provided the answer!

Most importantly, God is able to perform miracles through new rituals, which is the core cornerstone that completely separates their church from the outside world.

"Please remember this, everyone!"

Sowin stood up, his gaze chilling as he looked at the crowd. "God said, the Internationale will surely come true!"

"God said, the Internationale will surely come true!"

The high-ranking members of the cult immediately stood up, their faces solemn and their eyes burning with fervor as they chanted.

...I am a dividing line...

Jiangcheng, Dongguo, just past 11 a.m.

Hu Biao sat on the second floor of the newly opened "White Star" coffee shop outside the south gate of the school, with a thick book of "Planetary Meteorology" open in front of him. His mind was filled with his observations and experiences in the universe. He verified all his observations one by one, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

"Indeed, those who truly stand at the pinnacle of academia are all mathematicians!"

This book uses mathematical models and inferences, combined with astronomers' observations of exoplanets on Earth, and can be verified in many ways. It has to be said that mathematics is indeed a magical subject.

Unfortunately, his current intelligence is not yet sufficient for him to take on this subject.

"Thump thump thump..."

Just then, rhythmic footsteps came from the wooden staircase behind me.

Hu Biao closed the book in his hand, stood up, turned around and smiled, "You're here. Have a seat. What would you like to drink?"

"Iced Americano." Lin Wanqing didn't stand on ceremony and sat down opposite Hu Biao. She took out her tablet, tapped a few times, and handed it to Hu Biao, saying with a serious expression, "This is the initial draft of the design that the person requested."

"That was fast! Impressive efficiency!"

"Of course!" Lin Wanqing raised her chin slightly, a hint of pride in her voice. "According to your request for the 'Red Bear Futurism' style, I didn't use a traditional straight-line structure for this central tower." She sketched on the screen with her stylus. "I wanted that... upward-contracting spiral feel, but not as religious as the Tower of Babel. I wanted to reference Melnikov's work, but with more practical functions."

The screen displays a model of a semi-sci-fi, semi-retro architectural complex. The towering central tower spirals upwards like a drill bit, surrounded by honeycomb-shaped living units. Sky bridges connect the various modules like a spider web. The overall color scheme is a combination of dark red and silver-gray. Against the backdrop of a virtual dark red sky, it does indeed have a cold and austere beauty reminiscent of a human outpost on a desolate planet.

Hu Biao blinked, looked at the screen on the tablet, then looked up at Lin Wanqing, his brows furrowing.

"What, you're not satisfied?!"

Seeing Hu Biao's expression, Lin Wanqing felt a sudden jolt in her heart.

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied, it's just that it's too ahead of its time."

Hu Biao looked at Lin Wanqing and said, "Didn't I tell you? This game starts out like a wilderness survival game, where manpower and tools are scarce, so survival is the first thing to consider. That's why I had you refer to the design of the Corn Emperor Building and Xunzong Building. Regardless of whether those buildings are artistic or not, they are practical. Moreover, you also need to consider their survival mode. In that situation, the best survival mode is to cooperate with each other, which is similar to a large collectivist system, so...!"

"Snapped!"

Lin Wanqing slammed her hand on the table, attracting several curious glances from the second floor of the coffee shop. She glared at Hu Biao, her fair cheeks slightly flushed with excitement: "Are you never going to stop? You're making a game, a game! It's 3025 now, bro! We need gorgeous graphics, visual impact, and immersion! Who makes an open-world survival game and then talks about practicality first? Xunzong Building, communal dormitories… Players are here to experience post-apocalyptic survival, build wonders, and become saviors, not to engage in collectivism!"

She grew increasingly agitated, her fingers flying across the tablet screen to bring up several vibrant, exaggerated concept art images: "Look at the popular sci-fi survival games these days, like 'Deep Space Ship' and 'Dawn Era.' Which one doesn't attract players with stunning art and grand scenes? If a player's first impression of your game is of drab, gray apartment buildings and boxy, square structures, they'll immediately press Alt+F4, okay?!"

Hu Biao leaned back in his chair, slowly stirring his mocha tea. Only after Lin Wanqing finished her tirade did he lift his eyelids and utter four words: "I'm the client!"

Lin Wanqing: "..."

She felt a lump in her throat and almost fainted.

Looking at Lin Wanqing's frustrated expression, as if to say, "I have a million professional reasons, but you're just a nouveau riche bumpkin," Hu Biao actually wanted to laugh a little. Of course, he knew the current trends in the game market, and he also knew that Lin Wanqing's design was more marketable from a professional perspective. But he wasn't really making games; he was setting an example for the Divine Kingdom.

What do games have to do with me?

Proxima Centauri B, or rather his divine realm, might one day receive exiles struggling to survive in despair. There are no unlimited resources, no respawn points, and he doesn't want to worry about much else; survival is paramount, efficiency is the lifeline. He believes that in such circumstances, collective cooperation might be the only option initially. The seemingly cumbersome architectural style and organizational forms of the Red Bear era, emphasizing practicality and collectivism, are precisely what's needed most in such extreme environments.

"I know your design looks better, seems more appealing, but your vision is too short-sighted." Hu Biao softened his tone, adding a touch of sarcasm. "You can't just look at the present; you have to look to the future. Technology is developing faster and faster now; brain-computer interfaces and virtual reality have already emerged. My game is prepared for this future. What I want is for players to survive in virtual reality, ideally with a one-to-one realistic recreation and real logic. Do you think those players would have the resources to build all this stuff you drew from the start?"

"You're definitely going to lose money."

"Money is no object!"

"You..." Lin Wanqing glared at him fiercely, picked up her slightly cold iced Americano and took a big gulp. "Fine, you're the client, you're not short of money, right? Then let's see how much money you have to pay."

After saying that, he put away the tablet and got up to leave.

"Hey, the snacks haven't been served yet!"

"I'm in a hurry."

After saying that, he ignored Hu Biao and went downstairs, seemingly venting his emotions by stomping even louder on the wooden stairs.

Hu Biao raised an eyebrow and smiled helplessly.