57: Chapter 57 How Can Evil Spirits Have Temperature?

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If someone had told Lin Fang before that with great power comes great responsibility, he would have definitely slapped them with his size 43 shoe sole.

Now, Lin Fang wanted to slap someone but couldn't find anyone; he found himself trapped in a logical paradox.

Regarding the meteorite arriving in 50 years, Little Black calculated a 10% chance of successful interception. Lin Fang was more optimistic; he felt humans were a race capable of creating miracles, especially when their survival was at stake.

Therefore, Lin Fang felt there was a 40% probability; the remaining 60% would likely involve executing the "Human Elite Seed Program," just like in the movies.

He had a basis for this thought; in the feasibility plans provided by the Planetary Defense Alliance (PDA), this option gained significant support from human high-levels once proposed.

When the time comes, at least 98% of humanity would be left on Earth to wait for death.

There was another possibility: he would keep exploring, keep transcending, dancing atop the disaster, always staying one step ahead of it.

Lin Fang chose the latter. The consequence might be that human civilization becomes history, and he would become the greatest sinner in history, but by then, no one would be left to hold him accountable.

That was good news.

"Within 30 years, Earth must possess powerful interstellar strike capabilities to deal with the coming crisis."

Lin Fang muttered to himself, having made up his mind.

But for world peace, this power must be held by a third party.

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[Venom Dimension Anchored]

[Please select a descent location]

Re-entering the Venom Dimension, Lin Fang felt everything was different. There was no countdown, and he seemed to see everything in the Venom World?

From the ocean trenches to the mountain peaks, all sorts of buildings and crowds, secret locations, even within the entire atmosphere—his consciousness covered the Venom World at an incredible speed.

This was a very miraculous state.

Can I choose where to go? With a thought, Lin Fang's gaze quickly focused on the Sinclair Family estate in San Francisco. He saw a half-human black monster comfortably sunbathing by the pool.

Beside it was a large basin of blood-red brains.

"Orson, I'm liking you more and more. Don't worry, I won't leave you," Venom said, gently swaying its large feet in the pool. "I like this pool. Earth really is a great place."

"For the next brain, I want three ice cubes! No, four!"

Orson Sinclair carefully used a special spoon to serve the brain to Venom's mouth, smiling with relief: "That's wonderful. The Sinclair Family is willing to serve you forever."

As Orson prepared to continue feeding Venom the brains, the light in front of him seemed to distort slightly. Orson was a bit puzzled—was he seeing things?

In the next instant,

An Asian youth with black hair and black eyes appeared out of thin air before Orson, solemn and cold.

For a moment, the youth gave Orson an indescribable feeling, as if he were a messenger sent by God.

No, he was God himself!

[Spacetime Package Status: Idle]

[Remaining plunder points: 1006]

[Sole Objective: Search for supplies, evacuate safely]

[Evacuation Countdown: 11:59:59]

Uh oh, only one life left. This was Lin Fang's first reaction after entering. It turned out that when the weight reached 100%, it became a physical traversal.

His second reaction was that he needed to visit a hospital later to avoid dying for no reason. Humanity's existing immunity was the result of deep bonding and continuous adaptation with Earth's ecosystem.

Biology had pointed out that if one rashly stepped onto an unfamiliar planet, the immune system, having never encountered these new viruses and bacteria, might collapse instantly.

Something to be wary of.

"You... who are you?"

An old man's voice came to his ears. Lin Fang pulled back his thoughts and looked at old Orson. He hadn't expected to see him alive in person.

"You've appeared, Fang! I remember your eyes!"

"I love you!"

Before Lin Fang could speak, the hesitant Venom lit up with joy, quickly possessing and turning into its full form, wagging its tongue to give Lin Fang a French kiss.

But the moment a tentacle crawled onto Lin Fang's shoulder, the entire black body quickly receded from the old man and disappeared.

[Spacetime Package Status: Half-loaded]

After preserving his chastity, Lin Fang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that not only was the evacuation time cut in half, but the number of individuals he could take out had also increased.

"Mr. Sinclair, congratulations on winning this game. You are free," Lin Fang said gently, quickly catching the old man who was about to fall.

"You... you're that evil spirit!"

What "God"? Orson looked terrified, trying to break free and call the family security.

But before he could act, a sharp pain came from his wrist. The youth's palm was like a steel vice; Orson felt his wrist was about to be crushed in the next second.

"If you want your family to be doomed, feel free to try," Lin Fang released his grip, making a gesture that he could do as he pleased.

These words were like a bucket of cold water that woke Orson up. Trembling all over, he slumped onto the ground. Indeed, even the "gods" could do nothing against him; the Sinclair Family was likely as insignificant as a grain of sand in his eyes.

Reason returned to Orson. The old man gave a bitter smile, climbed up from the ground, bowed deeply to the indifferent youth, and said sincerely:

"Sir, please forgive my rudeness. If it weren't for your arrival, I should have died months ago. I will never forget your kindness."

Orson suddenly thought of a question: how could an evil spirit have temperature...

The Sinclair Family held another grand banquet. Lin Fang looked at the familiar crowd and couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.

Many people looked at the Asian youth sitting next to Orson with obscure gazes. Seeing Orson acting somewhat submissively before this youth, their eyes were filled with shock. Among them, a girl named Nina stared at Lin Fang without even blinking.

But no one was stupid enough to stand out and question anything.

"Your wine, sir."

A butler in a tuxedo placed a glass of red wine before the mysterious youth on a silver tray.

"Thanks for the trouble, Harold," Lin Fang took a familiar sip.

Hearing this, the middle-aged butler, whose steps were always steady, suddenly stumbled, and the tray in his hand nearly lost its balance.

Waves of shock surged in his heart!

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After the banquet, seeing the two still in the main seats, everyone left tactfully. The little girl Nina wanted to approach but was ruthlessly carried away by her father.

Lin Fang felt it was a pity; he actually wanted to pinch her cheeks.

The entire hall suddenly became empty.

"Sir..." Orson Sinclair moved his lips, a pleading look in his eyes.

Lin Fang understood what the old man was thinking. No sickness, no injury—it was a power one would yearn for. In fact, besides Venom, he had two more Symbiotes in his warehouse.

But they were uncontrollable, and Lin Fang had no intention of bringing them out.

"As a reward for the dinner, you can ask for its opinion."

A mass of black, viscous substance suddenly appeared in Lin Fang's hand, quickly crawling up the youth's shoulder and merging into it. In the blink of an eye, a hideous black head appeared between the two.

Once it realized what was happening, Venom quickly circled Lin Fang twice and said to the old man:

"Orson, thanks for your brains, but I, Venom, am free!"