Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 1009 - 467: Council of Polymaths, Prophet Association _2

The Multivision Association headquarters has three main buildings, and there are thousands of scholars on duty. If all official headquarters scholars were to be called upon, the number could easily surpass ten thousand.

Lin Xun, taking advantage of his role as the ’meeting recorder’ and assuming the identity of a wise sage, explored around. Not to mention the lesser scholars of the scribe level, he encountered quite a number of sages and even Great Sages.

Were the Demon King Legion to be released from the transporting artwork, even if the School did not deploy any Prophets, the Demon King Legion would be completely annihilated without surprise.

"This is the true foundation of the Knowledge School. Small wonder the Abyss Demons dare not return to the surface and the Polar Star Association only dares to develop in secret hideaways," he murmured to himself.

After roughly figuring out the structure of the association through exploration, Lin Xun found neither Rona nor any place resembling a secret laboratory.

The identity of the ’meeting recorder’ was not insignificant; he visited several laboratories, but all the synthesis and transplantation experiments he saw were public, showing no sign of secrecy or the need for concealment, and naturally, he did not find any trace of ’Bennett’.

"There must be some hidden areas within the School, including secret laboratories and the whereabouts of the Prophets and Great Prophets, but there is not a hint of information or trace about these in the meeting recorder’s memory," he concluded.

Lin Xun cautiously explored for half a day, and it wasn’t long before it was the afternoon.

He proceeded to the ’Council of Polymaths’ on the building’s top floor, as per the memories of Shell, ready to play the part of a competent meeting recorder...

[...]

[You follow the ’learned sages’ into the conference hall...]

[The vast conference hall is filled with seats in layers, many of the School’s senior members already seated.]

[You stride quickly to the corner near the door of the conference hall, nodding to the other two ’meeting recorders’.]

[Once seated, you swiftly organize the necessary tools for the discussion, such as the recorder’s portfolio, quills, ink, Refined Copper clock, Refined Copper phonograph, and blank Knowledge Illusion books.]

[Having finished the preparations instinctively, you take a moment to look around carefully and size up the situation in the conference hall.]

[During the time you prepared, the room had filled up with ’learned sages.’]

[The seats, arranged in layers, encircle the central presiding platform, which, although spotlighted, was still unoccupied...]

[Although the ’learned sages’ possess similar academic prowess, there was an obvious hierarchy among them, with the seats closest to the presiding platform occupied by the most elderly and experienced scholars.]

[The further the seats are from the platform, the less senior the ’learned sage’ sitting there...]

[While you observe closely, the conference hall’s door opens again, and an elderly sage with white hair enters with a woman, heading towards the platform.]

[That cold and beautiful woman is none other than Rona, who you haven’t seen for several days.]

[Halfway there, she suddenly stops, furrows her brows and looks around the conference hall, her gaze sweeping over each sage’s seat as if searching for something.]

[The elderly sage, who is the current ’Council of Polymaths’ Chairman, looks back and asks, "What is the matter, Prophet Rona?"]

[Rona shifts her gaze away and shakes her head, proceeding with the Chairman towards the platform...]

[The discussion soon officially begins...]

[You had thought that this discussion would unfold like the previous ones, with the School’s upper echelons continually questioning Rona’s identity and her deftly dissolving their doubts in a dull exchange.]

[Unexpectedly, the Chairman skips preliminaries and directly declares...]

[My fellow ’Council of Polymaths’ members, having a Prophet-level scholar like Rona join our association is undoubtedly a good thing, but due to her unique identity, everyone has held different opinions in the previous discussions.]

[Given the persistent disputes and the lack of a clear decision, she contacted the ’Prophet Association’ before this final discussion to consult the Great Prophet on this matter.]

[Now, she will announce the Great Prophet’s edict!]

[As these words are spoken, the seats below erupt into a buzz of conversation, some filled with excitement and joy, others with a malevolent air...]

[If the Great Prophet acknowledges Rona as an undercover agent who had only temporarily infiltrated the Polar Star Association, then Rona, having completed her mission, would undoubtedly become one of the most influential figures within the association.]

[But if the Great Prophet denies this, then what awaits Rona is likely a death sentence.]

[You feel a touch of nervousness and look toward Rona, whose expression remains unchanged, seemingly indifferent to the upcoming announcement.]

[The Chairman’s stern voice echoes in the conference hall...]

[The Great Prophet has confirmed that Rona indeed feigned betrayal of the School, infiltrated the Polar Star Association, and has acted heroically by bringing down the heretical organization and executing the heretical chief, the Executor!]

[At these words, a noisy chatter rises among the sages...]

[Most are the Chairman’s supporters, fully aware of why the Chairman kept troubling Rona, preventing her smooth return to the School.]

[Isn’t the Chairman, by making such an announcement, essentially handing over his position to Rona?]

[Silence!]

[The Chairman shouts to quiet the assembly, and once the noise subsides, his tone shifts as he continues...]

[Prophet Rona, in this endeavor, has eradicated the Polar Star Association, which has been lurking in the shadows, waging war against the School for many years, earning immense merit. The Great Prophet, of course, will not leave Rona unrewarded.]