Abyss Solo-Chapter 102 - : 061 The Torchbearer_2

Chapter 102: 061 The Torchbearer_2

Yang Ming calmly clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the rest area.

He appeared just like a mysterious martial arts master.

The Second Prince instinctively followed behind Yang Ming, his eyes filled with surprise, shock, and even a hint of nervousness.

Until Yang Ming had another afternoon tea with him and left in that beast of a hover car, the Second Prince couldn’t quite regain his composure.

Something didn’t seem quite right.

The Second Prince kept pondering.

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Until Emilia left after playing with him until evening, until his guarded old father had his routine phone call with him, until he soaked in the shallow pool of distillate water, enjoying the meticulous and gentle service of his personal maiden attendants…

A shiver ran through the Second Prince, and he suddenly grasped the crux of the matter.

Shouldn’t it be the Prince trying to recruit Yang Ming?

Oh! My God!

From the moment he heard the words “Imperial Duke,” he had been led around by the nose by Yang Ming, who was gradually demonstrating his strength, causing shockwaves that threw him off balance.

Yang Ming was actively being recruited by him!

“Have I been strong-armed?”

The Second Prince muttered, then turned over to continue being carefully scrubbed by the maiden attendants.

He had to find a way to regain the initiative.

Otherwise, he would end up becoming Yang Ming’s puppet.

…

The beast moved slowly down the street.

Yang Ming admired the eclectic architecture lining the streets while listening to the rousing orchestral music.

Here, he could see the spired cathedral-like buildings of the Sherman Empire (mostly banks or financial institutions);

as well as the pavilion-like structures that represented freedom and openness (typically art galleries, libraries, or commercial plazas in the gaps between buildings);

and, of course, there were the towering structures that constantly grew and stretched towards the sky and underground.

Their shapes often resembled Earth rockets ready for launch at any moment, slimming gradually from the base to the midsection before expanding suddenly at the top, adorned with golden reflective tiles on the periphery at the top.

In the faint mist of early morning, when the Constant Star just appeared over the horizon, looking out over Ilando City from the main hall of the palace, one could see golden palaces in the clouds.

These were the grand sights of Ilando City, existing only in the transitions of television programs or in the eyes of the Old Emperor.

What kind of blow could destroy such a city?

Yang Ming kept pondering.

A word popped into his mind.

Star Destroyer.

Military equipment was now developing towards greater precision and concentrated energy, and only a handful of Star Destroyers existed across the entire Galaxy, most of them continuously under maintenance.

The last Imperial Dreadnought Yang Ming saw was merely at the limit of a conventional fleet.

A Star Destroyer, capable of annihilating an entire Constant Star System (attacking a Constant Star), was a true weapon of mass destruction.

“If only I had a Star Destroyer, that would be something…”

“Boss, the target agent’s meeting with the celebrity journalist has concluded, and he’s heading to the next target point.”

“This old chap is sure busy.”

Yang Ming laughed, “Couldn’t catch what they were talking about?”

“No, they entered a room with no electronic devices,” Lyu said softly, “Based on the data collected and a few subversion activities planned after the New Federation CIA chief took office, I can predict what they’re going to do.”

“What are they going to do?”

“Torch represents a flame lighting up the darkness, wielded by human hands.”

Lyu’s voice grew cold, devoid of emotion:

“They will let an outstanding agent, who has undergone physical modifications to some degree, or possesses cutting-edge reproductive mecha technology, be active in the public eye for a certain period and become the torch.

“The current Luofeng Empire has already met the conditions for them to implement this plan.

“Previously, several uprisings in the Luofeng Empire were crushed by the iron hand of the legion, but most of the soldiers within the army came from poor families.

“The oppressive class is already corrupt and degenerate, and the oppressed people long for freedom, safety, food, and protection of their rights. When a superhero who comes to save them appears from nowhere, promoting advanced ideals and attacking the decadent regime, and that regime finds itself powerless against this superhero, this results in the torch effect, causing the people to rise in revolt.”

Yang Ming clicked his tongue lightly.

“Journalism… That means the New Federation has already taken control of the Luofeng Empire’s public opinion arena.”

“That’s how it appears right now.”

Lyu spoke quickly:

“The next step is for the overthrow of the monarchy to be driven by popular will, and as the flames of revolution engulf the entire Luofeng Empire, it will inevitably alarm the Sherman Empire.

“Based on data model analysis, the Sherman Empire is most likely to suppress it with an iron fist, with a small probability of opting to directly annihilate this vassal state to warn over twenty other vassal states.

“And the New Federation will seize this opportunity to criticize the Sherman Empire, portray the Sherman Empire as hegemonic and belligerent, thus uniting more countries into its camp, and rationally exploit these countries, plundering resources cheaply.”

“Lyu, this bit doesn’t concern us, I know you resent them, but we can’t consider such things for now.”

Yang Ming gripped the square steering wheel with both hands, pondering carefully.

In his gameplay memory, there was no intelligence on the Luofeng Empire; Yang Ming suspected the Luofeng Empire wouldn’t withstand this wave and would directly disband.

His current progress in the strategy was quite promising, with the position of Ball Leader within reach.

But the pace of the strategy seemed not swift enough.

Starting from scratch was truly troublesome.

“Even if insurgents are to appear, it must be at the time I need them to appear,” Yang Ming’s eyes flashed with a hint of resolve. He then thought of something, “Send the process of the Torch Plan in other countries to the Second Prince, just mark it as from me.”

Lyu replied, “Understood, Boss. The royal family should already be alert, and they’re currently keeping a close watch on this Lulian.”

“Where is Lulian heading?”

“Based on the navigation route he set, he is going to… oh,” Lyu’s voice sounded a bit hesitant, “it seems he’s going to meet Gudun Mah’s confidant, the owner of a shooting club, who is actually an agent Gudun Mah planted.”

“He’s going to see Gudun Mah?” Yang Ming was also a bit surprised.

“Not necessarily,” Lyu purred softly, “should we have Gudun Mah take him out?”

Yang Ming shook his head, “We can’t push that old thing Gudun Mah too hard; we must gradually tighten the chain around his neck. First, monitor the entire process and let me fully think about it.”

“Boss, Gudun Mah has dispatched a transport ship, presumably to pick up this Lulian.”

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Yang Ming suddenly felt a bit of a headache.

Although he wasn’t worried about Gudun Mah losing control, just the thought of these two meeting conjured up an image…

Suddenly, he was quite interested in seeing it.