People are Behind the Scenes, and I Can Do the Material Fusion!

76: Welcome to the other side!At the same time, in front of Ember Sky Son’s statue.

Su Yun and the others had just finished making their wishes and were about to wait for Lord of the Underworld to pick them up when they suddenly felt a suffocating pressure descend from the sky.

Blood Skyhawk looked up sharply, his pupils contracting: “Not good! Something’s coming!”

The other three heard this and subconsciously looked up, indeed seeing a giant hand that blotted out the sky.

Boom!

The giant hand directly blasted open the barrier Ember Sky Son had previously set up, then grabbed Blood Skyhawk and the other three in its hand.

Blood Skyhawk and the other two were instantly scared out of their wits.

But just then, a white paper was handed to them.

“This is Lord of the Underworld.”

Seeing the words on the paper and glancing at Su Yun who handed it, the three instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

They understood that Lord of the Underworld had come to pick them up.

However, at the same time they were taken away, Ember Sky Son, who had turned into a statue, subtly moved his eyes.

Ember Sky Son had heard everything just now crystal clear, even the words Su Yun wrote on the paper were perfectly clear to him.

After all, these few people were loudly conspiring right in front of him, almost like laying out their plan right under his nose.

Ember Sky Son was not blind, so he naturally saw clearly.

At this moment, he already knew these people were deceiving him; they were not from the Star Constellation Society at all.

But this was not what angered Ember Sky Son the most.

What truly enraged him was what that one-armed man had done to him just now.

Ember Sky Son would never forget this matter.

This was also the first time he had such a strong urge to kill someone.

He would have to visit the Calamity Court sooner or later…

…

On the other side.

Rodriguez arrived at the Bay, looking at the tall iron wall in front of him.

After he showed his identity, a small passage opened in the iron wall.

Rodriguez walked in on foot—the space here was sealed, preventing teleportation.

As soon as he walked in, Commander Shaodun ran over with a smile and gave him a big hug.

“Hey, it’s rare for you, a Space Grand Magister, to have time to come here.”

Rodriguez shook his head with a bitter smile, “If I could, I really wouldn’t want to come here.”

“Every time I come, it means our country has lost an important scientist.”

Rodriguez’s words dimmed Commander Shaodun’s smile a bit.

He patted his old friend’s shoulder and asked in a low voice: “Who passed away?”

Rodriguez shook his head with a bitter smile, “Our ‘God Project’ was leaked.”

“The World-Destroying Organization used a suicide attack to kill Director Hydra.”

“Also, two biologists, Lena and Rodolf, also perished in that disaster.”

Upon hearing this, Shaodun’s face completely darkened.

“These World-Destroying Organization scoundrels, if they can’t survive themselves, they want to drag the whole world down with them!”

Rodriguez sighed, “Enough talk, quickly take me to the Netherworld Projection.”

“Every minute they are revived earlier, they can contribute more to the Beacon Country.”

Shaodun nodded and turned to lead Rodriguez through layers of protective doors.

The deeper they went, the lower the surrounding temperature, and a thin layer of ice even formed on the walls.

“Recently, the fluctuations of the Netherworld Projection have become more and more intense,” Shaodun said in a lowered voice,

“We had to raise the protection level to the highest.”

Finally, after passing through the last protective door, Rodriguez saw the Apocalypse-Level Threshold known as the Netherworld Projection.

It was a huge black vortex suspended in mid-air, over a hundred meters in diameter, with space twisting at its edges, emitting an unsettling, dim light.

The center of the vortex seemed to connect to another world, with pale arms occasionally reaching out, only to be quickly pulled back by some force.

On the outside was a transparent protective shield, completely isolating the seawater a thousand meters away.

Below the vortex was a complex sealing array, composed of countless runes and mechanical devices.

Dozens of researchers in protective suits were nervously adjusting equipment.

“Old friend, the rest of the path is yours to walk alone.”

Shaodun looked at Rodriguez and said with a sigh.

Rodriguez shared a final embrace with Shaodun, then walked into the vortex alone.

When he pushed open that door, he felt as if he had entered another world.

It was completely different from what he had imagined—there was no atmosphere of death, decay, or evil; the sky was as blue as a gemstone.

There were ancient trees everywhere, as well as various cute little sprites and animals, completely unlike what an Apocalypse-Level Threshold should look like.

Ahead was a high-tech style house, where a group of scientists lived.

They wore various clothes, some busy operating experimental instruments, others diligently studying data, each person focused on their work.

When Rodriguez stood at the doorway, a few curious scientists looked back at him.

These revived scientists were no different from when they were alive, retaining their memories and personalities, able to communicate normally, and even continue unfinished research from their previous lives.

Moreover, because they no longer needed rest here, their energy and thinking always remained at peak state, greatly increasing their work efficiency.

They also didn’t have to worry about eating, drinking, or bodily functions, so they could devote themselves entirely to their work.

Even because of this discovery, the Beacon Country once considered executing a group of scientists and sending them here to continue their research, but this plan was quickly rejected.

On one hand, they couldn’t fully trust that an Apocalypse-Level Threshold would be so “kind” as to help people revive, fearing a conspiracy within it;

On the other hand, existing scientists still needed to teach new recruits; if they all died, who would train the next generation?

They couldn’t just send the new recruits here directly, could they?

More importantly, these people could not leave.

Or rather, after leaving, their personalities completely changed; even if their thoughts and memories were the same, their personalities changed too much, and this series of events made the Beacon Country unable to fully trust it.

Rodriguez took a deep breath and walked towards the group of scientists.

As he walked in, a scientist who was on a call walked out, a kind smile on his face, and asked:

“Who passed away this time?”

Rodriguez looked at this white-haired old scientist, silent for a moment, before speaking:

“Director Hydra… and Lena and Rodolf.” The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

“Hydra…” the old scientist murmured softly, a trace of sorrow flashing in his cloudy eyes,

“That stubborn old fellow, in the end, still…”

The other scientists stopped their work and silently gathered around.

A young woman wearing glasses—evidently Lena’s colleague when she was alive—covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The old scientist looked up, his voice hoarse as he asked: “How… did they go?”

Rodriguez quietly replied: “It was a suicide attack by the World-Destroying Organization.”

The room fell into silence, with only a faint hum from a certain instrument.

Suddenly, a mist rose in the distance.

In the mist, three blurry figures gradually appeared.

Director Hydra’s figure became clear first.

This usually serious, always stern-faced old man was now confusedly examining his hands.

“This is…?” His voice was somewhat distorted, “Netherworld Projection?”

Immediately after, Lena and Rodolf’s figures also gradually took shape.

The old scientist stepped forward and gently embraced Hydra: “Old friend, welcome to ‘the Other Shore’.”