“Block it! Erase it from the meta net!” Julius slammed his fist into the table, breaking it into smithereens as he glared at the holograms ahead.
“Sir, we can’t!” The four holograms in front of him bent down even further and pleaded.
“Aren’t you the fucking owners of the platforms?” Julius’ face twisted in rage.
“S-Sir, Dreamer is….” One of the four stuttered but didn’t dare to continue. However, what he wanted to say was already conveyed.
Kacha!
With a single stomp, the floor under Julius cracked and the entire building began to shake violently.
Julius clenched his fists as veins popped up on his forehead.
‘Dreamer this, Dreamer that, don’t remind me of that guy! That fucker! He’s still alive! How the fuck is he still alive?!’
Julius couldn’t understand. He was sure that Dreamer took his last hit unarmed. Dreamer, no, Varian was set to die.
After his ‘apparent’ death, Julius received the news that Varian’s close ones that were supposed to be detained were missing.
While he had some suspicions, Julius ultimately believed it was due to some backup plan.
‘If I die, you all have to escape, live with changed identities.’ Or something like that.
But even the thought that Varian could be alive didn’t pass through his mind.
(Enigma isn’t a threat. She is a victim.}
Whatever he wanted to believe, the fact that this post was at top of all social media platforms despite all his technocrats working against it, was the ultimate testament to Varian’s survival.
‘That son of a bitch!’ Julius wasn’t all polite with his language. ‘He is like an annoying fly. He can’t do much, but he keeps annoying the heck out of me.’
Indeed, even if Enigma was proven innocent, the public opinion on Xanders wouldn’t be negative.
Because this so-called new proof was essentially achieved through a breakthrough method.
Meaning that no one before that Uranus’ old guy even knew about this. And to be honest, no one, including Julius could guess why the old scientists suddenly had a breakthrough—it was due to the Blocker.
But so far, the released video only showed the blocker without going into detail about what it actually was.
Regardless, Xanders’ weren’t losing their reputation through this.
‘We didn’t know about this method. We were judging the situation based on existing knowledge.’ The Xanders could say and dust their hands off this matter.
Thinking of this, Julius’ rage slowly calmed down.
‘Yes, my family’s reputation is unaffected…wait! The attack on gamma potion’s secret realm… was it also orchestrated by him?’ Julius’ body froze as an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
‘No. The top floor isn’t connected to anything. It can’t be hacked. It’s safe.’ He shook his head and reassured himself.
“Hey.” He looked at the four CEOs who were basically bending over completely and despised their incompetence.
“Stand straight.” He spat coldly.
“Sir?”
“Morons! Stand straight.” Julius hissed and the wind began to cool down.
The four leaders stood up and looked at Julius meekly.
While their eyes still had the admiration and reverence towards the youngest Sovereign, there was another emotion now.
Doubt.
Why did the Xanders publicize that she was a threat so proactively? Of course, while basically every scientist also thought that Enigma could message her species, and warned the populace, the Xanders were at another level. They acted as the knights of morality and led the metaphorical witch hunt.
A hunt that was ultimately proven to be based on falsehood.
“Since you can’t stop the post, just shut down the platforms,” Julius said lightly, not caring one bit about the huge impact it’d have on people’s daily lives.
“Sir!” The only woman out of the four shook her head.
“What? Ms. Zakanov, do you really intend to disobey orders? You realize how adversely this news affects the federation’s credibility, right?” Julius narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.
“I do!” Ms. Zakanov, a thin lady with a sweet voice replied.
“Then what?” The impatience in Julius’ voice was obvious.
“To prevent the events where Abyssals take control of federations’ social media, our servers are decentralized.
Basically, as long as a few nodes are running, the platform will be active. It could slow down, but it won’t shut down.” The more she spoke, the worse Julius’ face turned.
But she had to finish her point. “And Dreamer…he is controlling a few nodes. We can’t even close down the platforms.”
Bang!
Julius slammed the wall and a shockwave spread.
Whoosh!
The sheer force of the wind that rushed out of the window destroyed everything in sight for dozens of miles before it died down.
“Gulp.” Ms. Zakanov felt incredibly lucky that she was on Jupiter and could only attend this meeting virtually.
“At least do something. Any fucking thing.” Julius cursed in foul language, completely unbefitting his status.
The gentle and righteous image of Julius in their minds began to change, but they maintained a polite smile.
“We’ll do our best, Sir.” Ms. Zakanov assured him, despite knowing full that the situation was completely out of control.
After she checked the stats in the past 24 hours, she noticed that there seemed to be an ‘invisible hand’ pushing this agenda.
This invisible hand was very subtle. Even her team of experts couldn’t find it existed and considered that she merely imagined things.
But Ms. Zakanov was certain. Her intuition was what brought her here today.
‘During the first few minutes of this ‘proof’ release by Uranus’ old scientist, this invisible hand still kept pushing the news to the top.’ She thought.
If it was still the invisible hand responsible for popularity, she’d have thought of a way to deal with it.
‘But now…there’s no need for the other party to do anything.’ This was her biggest frustration.
The news was spreading like wild fire. It was only growing exponentially with each passing second.
As more and more people learned about it, they started sharing it more and more.
As her hologram dissipated, Ms. Zakanov looked at Sovereign Julius and sighed.
‘Sometimes, the greatest selling point was truth itself.’
But as she recalled Julius’ chilling eyes, she made a tough decision.
