The Omniscient

Chapter 40: The 666

May 3rd, 10:00 a.m.

Huang Ji cured Tang Yan using the 86%-effective miracle drug he had developed.

There was no alternative. While Huang Ji’s virus-fusion method could enable evolution in just three months, it was only applicable to himself. To evolve others, he would need to tailor a unique "perfect fusion formula" for each individual, requiring 90 days of continuous observation and constant adjustments. Such evolution was fundamentally impossible to scale.

Historically, large-scale evolution across an entire species required thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years. Generations of viruses would pass through countless hosts, gradually reaching the point of integration. Even then, several human generations would be needed to complete the process.

Huang Ji compressed this timeline to three months, but in doing so, he eliminated the virus’ ability to spread. Thus, the most effective and widely applicable drug he could currently produce was the one he developed in just 17 hours.

“You’re free to go, Tang Yan,” Huang Ji said after curing him.

“So soon?” Tang Yan was stunned. “Wasn’t it supposed to take 20 days?”

“I just wanted to see if you had any remorse,” Huang Ji replied nonchalantly. “Actually, six years ago, I only suffered minor injuries. I flew so far because the ground was slippery…”

Huang Ji nodded. “That’s why, even though I remembered you, I never sought you out all these years. Meeting you in the hospital was purely coincidental. After bringing you here, I saw your sincerity in making amends and forgave you.”

Tang Yan was moved. “No wonder you jumped away so dramatically when I coughed—you must have recognized me back then.”

Huang Ji smirked. “Just remember to wear a mask if you catch a cold again.”

“You’ve truly forgiven me?”

“Sure. Let’s settle the account while we’re at it,” Huang Ji joked.

Tang Yan, relieved, immediately reached for his wallet. “Of course. I actually owe you 6,000 yuan, don’t I?”

Huang Ji waved him off. “No need. Just leave and don’t come back.”

Tang Yan handed the money to Zhang Junwei before leaving, visibly lighter-hearted. He never realized that he was carrying a level-6 virus—a fact Huang Ji intentionally concealed.

This secrecy was necessary. Once the miracle drug was publicized, it would inevitably cause a massive uproar. If Tang Yan knew he had been infected with H1N1 and cured by Huang Ji, he might eventually grasp the magnitude of Huang Ji’s achievement, especially if the virus later became widespread.

This would inevitably draw attention to the warehouse and to those involved, like Zhang Junwei, who had been registered under his real name. Even the Illuminati would likely take notice.

Huang Ji could easily vanish, but that would render all his meticulous preparations meaningless.

After resting briefly, Huang Ji traveled alone to a distant internet café. Instead of using an ID to register, he glanced at the network administrator and logged directly into the admin account for free internet access.

He then began writing a research paper titled "A Study of the New Virus H1N1 and Its Solution."

The paper was comprehensive, summarizing the incubation periods and infection risks of H1N1 across different age groups. It also outlined all preventive measures and, most importantly, the diagnostic test kits and miracle drug formula.

Huang Ji detailed the composition of the drug, its functions, side effects, potential allergies, and the recommended dosages for various age groups. Over four hours, he meticulously wrote and formatted the paper, adding illustrations before uploading it as an attachment.

He then distributed it widely. Using a temporary email account, Huang Ji sent the paper to every medical expert he had ever encountered. This included professors he had learned from and renowned figures across various cities—Beijing, Tianjin, Chengdu, Guangzhou, and more. Even if it might take months for some of these recipients to check their emails, Huang Ji left no one out.

To maintain anonymity, he signed the paper with the codename “Messiah.”

“Reputation is a powerful force,” Huang Ji reflected.

The Illuminati, he knew, was a shadowy organization shrouded in conspiracy theories. While some of these theories were debunked online, others were deliberately propagated by the Illuminati themselves. ṙΆΝốВЁȘ

Interestingly, they didn’t mind being portrayed as a fearsome, omnipotent entity with sinister motives. In fact, they actively fueled such narratives, creating a mix of truth and exaggeration.

With no concrete evidence to substantiate the claims, these stories remained urban legends. Their sheer abundance diluted credibility, making even the true parts seem implausible.

When someone like “Messiah” exposed their influence over global finance or political elections, it ironically benefited the Illuminati. Why? Most people were too distant from these issues to care.

While initial revelations might spark interest, the excitement would fade as people returned to their daily lives. In the meantime, even a small amount of debunking would sway public opinion.

This tactic—a blend of conspiracy theories and selective debunking—was masterfully advantageous for the Illuminati. Most ordinary people dismissed it as entertainment, while the elite understood its underlying message: The Illuminati is real, and their reach is vast.

For those in positions of power, this realization was enough to inspire compliance. Sometimes, a mere phone call or letter was all it took for the Illuminati to gain an ally. The stories, even if exaggerated, acted as free advertising for their dominance.

“You’re telling me they control the financial world? Why fight them? I’d better join them!”

As a result, the Illuminati often expanded its influence without needing to showcase its strength. The rare occasions when they flexed their muscles, such as during the infamous U.S. presidential election following Kennedy’s assassination, only reinforced their mystique.

That election, with its iconic 44-to-6 vote split, was a clear nod to those in the know. After all, 6 was the Illuminati’s signature number.

Even their codename “666,” used when interacting with external forces, symbolized the fallen angel.

In Revelation 13:18 of the Old Testament, it is written:

"Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is 666."

Thus, reflecting on that infamous election, where precisely six states lost, one can’t help but feel a creeping unease. The symbolism was chilling, deliberate, and profoundly unsettling.

The Illuminati would never casually reveal their hidden power unless absolutely necessary. If fame and wealth could accomplish their goals, they would avoid unnecessary exposure. When required, however, “all the conspiracy theories are true.” When not, it becomes: “Oh, come on, those are just rumors. You believe that nonsense?”

The crux of the issue isn’t about belief—it’s about necessity.

On the other hand, the Messiah organization was like a mouse compared to the Illuminati.

When the Illuminati wanted to recruit a force, they could do so with minimal effort. Their reputation preceded them. Even those who hadn’t directly encountered the Illuminati had heard of them in some form—stories, rumors, or whispers of their influence.

In contrast, Messiah had to work tirelessly to be recognized. They needed to repeatedly prove their value and demonstrate, “We can make you submit,” and, “Joining us has a bright future.” Core members who acted to prove themselves often risked exposing their identities, leading to their discovery by the Illuminati.

This created a vicious cycle. The more Messiah struggled to gain a foothold, the weaker they became. Everywhere they went, they were blocked, hunted, and attacked.

Huang Ji, however, embraced the challenge head-on. He was unafraid of spreading Messiah’s name, even if it meant being slandered or reduced to entertainment fodder.

He understood a critical truth: recognition was the foundation of influence.

People didn’t need to admire or trust Messiah. Even if Messiah was defamed or mocked, that was acceptable—as long as people knew who they were. Recognition was the stepping stone to relevance.

When Messiah operated in the shadows and approached potential allies, at the very least, those people would think:

"Oh, so you’re Messiah."

Fear, hatred, or even disdain—all were better than anonymity.

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